Chapter 18 Heston #2
I groan into the side of her neck when my reckless side takes over and convinces me to follow her command. I’m so hard it hurts, and even though we both have our underwear still on, I can feel how wet she is.
I want to touch her there so badly. Taste her. Have my way with her, again and again, until she realizes how crazy she makes me.
I reach down and hook a finger through the waistband of her panties. “My ability to think straight or talk is gonna get even worse in a minute when I take these off.”
“Can it be a really quick minute?” she breathes out, eyes closed as I leave an open-mouthed kiss on her jaw.
“Don’t be inpatient, it turns me on,” I say. She moans again, and I move my mouth over to the shell of her ear to kiss her there, too. “I missed you so bad after you left, my friends thought I had the flu.”
She pushes my shoulders, and I lift my head enough that she can look up at me. “That’s not true,” she argues with an amused smirk.
“It is. Ask them, they’ll gladly let you know how pathetic I was being.” I can’t help but kiss the corner of her mouth.
She narrows her eyes, but her lips are still curved up in a slight smile. “Are you making an effort to talk about feelings and stuff right now?”
“Am I doing it right?”
Her hands smooth over my shoulders, and her gaze flickers between my eyes and lips. “So far, so good.”
“Almost done.”
She laughs. “Okay, I’m all ears.”
“If you want a fling or whatever, I’ll try to go along with it,” I state. “But before this goes too far, you should probably know I want more than that.”
Her hands skim down my sides and eventually into the waistband of my briefs. “Me too,” she says.
“Huh?” I half-choke, half-clear my throat as she wraps her fingers around my hard length.
“You said you want more than that,” she clarifies. “So do I. Just don’t ask me how much more, okay? I can’t lie to you, and I don’t want you to think I’m nuts.”
Hattie removes her hand from inside my briefs and pushes them down. I pull them the rest of the way off, and instead of settling back on top of her again, I yank the panties from her hips and slide them down her legs.
Endless options run through my head as I look down at her.
I want to do everything with this girl. My girl.
By the end of the night, there won’t be a single part of her body that my mouth hasn’t been on, if I have it my way.
But now that I know we’re going to have plenty of time for all of the extra fun stuff, one thing is at the forefront of my mind.
I lean to the side and pull a condom from the drawer in my nightstand.
As soon as I’m on my knees between Hattie’s legs again, I lock my eyes on hers.
With one hand, I lift the foil to my mouth to rip it open.
With the other, I dip my middle finger into her core.
She gasps and won’t quit squirming. I’m damn near panting because she’s so wet, and I barely know how to process how perfect just having my finger inside of her feels.
I add another finger, pushing them in harder this time because I can’t help myself. Maybe she doesn’t like it rough, and I should be testing the waters more cautiously right now. But she reacts so beautifully that I forget it’s our first time doing this.
Somehow, I managed to get the condom rolled on with my other hand. Every time Hattie moves or makes a sound, I’m throbbing to the point of torture. I know it’s irrational. But my dick is fully convinced that I'll die if I don’t get inside her as soon as possible.
“I want to play with you,” I say in a low voice, still stroking her inner walls with a hooking motion that’s making her squeeze her eyes shut on a moan. “And I will. But—hey, look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open, and I lower my body to brace a forearm on either side of her head. She leans up and captures my mouth. I indulge in her soft lips for a minute, but then I pull away to make her meet my eyes again.
“Play with me all you want,” she repeats my words in a seductive tone, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. I inhale deeply through my nose when she reaches down to take me in her hand. “Next time.”
“Yeah?” I ask, wanting to make sure it’s okay. I kiss a trail from the side of her jaw to her ear. “Is this what you want?”
She nods, and I flex my hips forward, just enough to barely inch inside her.
“Holy shit,” I groan, feeling her clench around the head of my cock. “You feel so damn good, Hattie.”
Too good.
As I pull out of her and realign to go a little deeper this time, I have to bite down on my molars. She’s digging her ankles into my lower back and practically panting.
I know I should ease back into her. Be gentle. Take my time and learn what she likes.
My hips slam forward anyway.
Her mouth instantly drops open, but it’s curved up at the corners. “Yes,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
Thank God.
My lips drop to the side of her neck as she digs her nails into my back. I draw back and sink back into her three more times, each thrust harder than the last. Hattie cries out. I slide my knees forward for a better angle.
I’m pushing my upper body away from hers and planning to flip her onto her stomach when she slips her hand down to her clit.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say under my breath, watching her touch herself.
I sit up, still inside her, and lift her legs over my shoulders. When I start driving into her again, she clenches so hard around me that I have to blink to keep from blacking out.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, looking up at me.
And I swear it’s sexier than anything I’ve ever seen—tits bouncing with every thrust, her fingers over her clit, and that mouth of hers. I can’t wait to fill it later. She’s desperate, switching between darting her tongue out and biting down on her lower lip.
Then, she screws her eyes shut and throws her head back. “God. You’re gonna make me come so hard, Heston. I don’t want it to be over yet. It feels so good, I never want it to end—”
All I can think about is feeling her tip over the edge while I’m inside her. I’ve never needed to feel anything more in my life.
With each of my hands wrapped around her thighs, I’m gripping and pulling her against me every time I push inside her, my pace steady. It isn’t fast or frantic, but every time I pull back, I still slam back into her, punishing and deep.
“Let me feel it,” I tell her between thrusts. “I’ll make you come again later. Just give me one now while I’m inside you like this.” I turn my face to kiss the inside of her legs. “Let me feel it.” Another open-mouthed kiss. “Please,” I groan against her skin.
I lean forward to brace my hands on either side of her head. Her back arches, she inhales sharply, and I feel it all. Only a second after she starts pulsing around me, I let go right along with her.
I want to tell her how perfect she is, but words fail me, and I drop my head to groan against her neck.
While the aftershocks continue to zap through my body, I bury my nose into the side of her hair. Hattie slides a shaky hand around the back of my neck. With our bodies pressed together, I can feel both of our hearts hammering wildly.
It’s alarming, if I’m honest.
All I hear in my head are the words mine, mine, mine, beating with the rhythm of our chests.