Chapter 28 #2
“Yes, yes,” I panted. It wasn’t even a question, but I answered anyway. I wanted him to know just how badly I wanted to have him too.
I cupped his face, running my thumbs over his cheeks, and he stared into my eyes, searing me with an unfathomable amount of lust and want and need.
Our lips met in a frenzy of desire, his tongue seeking entrance, which I eagerly gave him.
He moaned, and—gods, the things it did to me. My stomach did flips, and I felt an aching desire for him to touch me. To tease me and indulge me. To feel his cock inside me.
I gasped as he bit my lip playfully.
“I fucking love you, Emilie. I will love you all my life and even in the next.”
I shuddered and reached for his shirt, tugging it off so I could feel his skin. He wrapped an arm around my back and held me close, the heat of his chest sinking into me and fueling my burning desire for him.
Suddenly, his hot tongue was coursing over my neck, and he sprinkled kisses in a trail from my ear to the top of my breast. My eyes rolled back in my head when he pulled my bra down and covered my nipple with his mouth.
“Ladon,” I said, breathy and desperate.
“Shh. We have to be quiet.”
Gods curse these thin walls. I wanted to cry out his name, not hold back.
Ladon gently tossed me on the bed, sitting back on his heels and making quick work of my pants. He stopped to take in my body, and the familiar rush of pink spread across my cheeks and chest.
“Take off your bra,” he commanded. “I want to see you.”
I pressed up onto one elbow and used the other arm to reach behind me, undoing the clasp and pulling the bland piece of fabric off. I tossed it, and it landed somewhere on the ground next to me.
“Lay back down.”
My pussy clenched with each order he gave me. I fell back and watched him, running my legs up his thighs. He grabbed hold of them, yanking me toward him, and I yelped.
“What did I say about being quiet?” He dragged his hands along my stomach.
How was I supposed to be quiet when he was making my body sing? I wasn’t in control anymore.
I reached for his face, and he grabbed my hand, kissing the inside of my palm. Then he peppered kisses along my arm and across my shoulder. I swallowed as he continued his trail down the center of my chest, to my stomach, and then the hem of my panties.
I whimpered at the sensation of his mouth hovering above my clit.
“Emilie…” He looked up at me from between my legs and smirked. “Do you need to stick your face into a pillow?”
I gasped and then clamped my mouth shut.
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. My imagination ran wild—images of my face buried in a pillow while he held my hips and eased his cock inside me.
We hadn’t had sex in that position before, but the idea of him pounding into me from behind left my panties soaked.
I nodded eagerly, and he made space for me to flip over.
Before I could get too comfortable, his hands grazed my hips.
His fingers slipped into my underwear, and he slid the fabric down.
I lifted my legs so he could finish removing them and then I bent forward, grabbing the closest pillow and preparing to press my face into it.
My hips tilted up, eager for him to touch me.
“You’re fucking glistening for me, princess.”
My cheeks grew hot—not out of embarrassment, but because my hunger for him had reached its peak. I buried my face in the soft pillow and let out a moan.
I jumped when Ladon’s fingers trailed along my inner thigh. He moved them up and down and up again, coming closer to my center but never pressing inside me. I struggled for breath and lifted my head just enough to inhale and dropped it again.
“Oh, gods,” I mumbled into the pillow. My legs were trembling, and I wasn’t sure if I could even continue to hold myself up.
“That’s right. You’re such a good girl with your face buried and your pretty pussy displayed for me.”
My walls clenched, and I wished he would do something. Anything. I didn’t think my grip on the pillow could be any tighter.
The lightest touch brushed against my clit, and I bucked my hips. Ladon chuckled, and I wanted to reach back and smack him. Then a finger pushed into my pussy and I lost all coherence.
I hummed my approval as he moved in and out. Eventually, he added a second finger and I rocked my hips to match his pace.
“Gods, I wish I could slap your ass right now, but that would make too much noise.” Instead, he gripped my left cheek and squeezed hard.
My pleasure was building and expanding, reaching the edge of ecstasy but never quite tipping over. A little bit more and I’d be coming apart for him.
But then he removed his fingers, and I smothered a whimper. I looked back to see why he had stopped, but he was only changing positions. Seconds later, his tongue was lapping at my entrance, tracing my folds and sucking on my clit.
He gripped my waist tightly, and I was forced to stay still while he had his way with me—eating me like I was his favorite meal. It was everything I wanted, but I still needed more.
Lifting my head, I took a deep breath and spoke in little more than a whisper. “Ladon. Please fuck me.”
He kissed the back of my thigh and then the curve of my ass. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He moved, and the bed shifted as he stripped out of his pants and underwear. Before I could miss him too much, he was right back behind me with one hand on my back and the other wrapped around his shaft.
I tried to watch, but it was difficult from my vantage point. His arm moved, his muscles flexing as he stroked himself. The head of his cock press against my folds, dragging through my arousal and his saliva.
I was so fucking wet and frantic.
But Ladon took his time, his eyes directed to where he was carefully pressing inside me. His mouth dropped open as he moved further inside me.
When he finally grabbed my hips and sheathed himself entirely, I had to bite the pillow to stifle a whimper. He pulled out and thrust inside again, his thighs hitting mine.
My sense of touch was at its limit. We’d never had sex where I wasn’t facing him, and now that I couldn’t see him, I felt everything at a greater magnitude—his cock sliding in and out of me, his fingers digging into my hips and ass, his balls bumping against my clit.
My fingers were going numb from how tightly I held the pillow.
I let out a whimper as the first orgasm washed over me, leaving my entire body limp and spent.
My arms fell loosely to my sides, and I lifted my head to breathe in short, choppy breaths while Ladon continued to drive into me.
Thank the gods the bunks were bolted to the wall, so they weren’t making too much noise. I didn’t want him to stop.
He thrust into me over and over, and my legs began to tremble once again. I loved the way he stretched me and filled me, my pussy clamping around him until he moaned.
Without warning, Ladon leaned over and wrapped an arm around my waist, the other hand pulling on my shoulder. He lifted me up and into his lap, my legs straddling his thighs and my back propped against his chest.
I pinched my lips together, silencing a moan—a difficult task without the pillow.
Ladon's fingers circled my clit, and I didn’t think it was possible to become even more desperate. I bounced on his lap, taking him deep and rough. A small whine escaped my lips, and Ladon squashed it with a hand over my mouth.
His heavy breaths tickled my back, and my own breathing became attuned to his. His fingers continued to rub my clit, faster and faster until I was fluttering around him a second time.
This time I wasn’t alone. He grunted, biting down on my shoulder to silence his pleasure. We stayed like that for a few moments, catching our breath. Ladon’s hand fell from my mouth, and he wrapped his arms around my stomach.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, finally making eye contact. I curled one arm around his head, fingers tangled in his hair, and pulled him closer until our lips met in a slow and passionate kiss.
Ladon cradled me in his arms and lowered us both onto the mattress. Pulling the blanket up to my chest, I tangled my legs with his and trailed my finger along his collarbone.
The silence was comforting. Just being near him was enough to soothe my fears and worries. But I hadn’t forgotten everything that awaited us outside of our room. We would deal with it in the morning, though.
Tonight, I wanted to linger in euphoria with him.