Chapter 38 Impatience
Verena
W ith a burst of anticipation, he flings the door open with unrelenting impatience, his hands grasping at any surface they can find as he pulls me into the room. Our lips collide in a fiery kiss, his hand firmly holding my head against his as we melt into each other. My own hands feverishly work to undo his shirt, peeling it off him with eager haste before moving on to the buttons of his trousers.
My lips fall open in surprise as he gently brushes his tongue against mine. Our mouths move in a dance, each one trying to gain control over the other. My arousal intensifies and I feel the heat between my legs growing more intense. With a swift movement, he tears the dress from my body, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze. I respond by quickly unfastening his pants and watching them fall to the floor with a soft thud, revealing his own desire for me. The anticipation and heat between us is electric, like two forces colliding in a passionate clash.
My breath catches as I immediately fall to my knees in front of him. My hand wraps around his length, tracing the veins and contours with my fingers. As I run my tongue along the underside, I can feel his pulse quicken beneath me. Slowly, sensually, I flatten my tongue against the tip before taking him into my mouth and pushing all the way to the back of my throat. The taste of him is like an intoxicating elixir, driving me wild with desire. His fingers weave through my blonde hair, tugging tightly from my skull as exhilaration runs through him. A delicious moan falls from his lips and I smirk.
He guides me back and forth and I allow him to take control of my mouth, pounding in and out of me in quick succession as he hits the back of my throat with a light force.
I hold back the gag that hits, feeling my tonsils tighten around him and another groan leaves him.
He uses me, his rough movements causing tears to slip from my eyes as wetness seeps from deep within me. I can feel it trickling down my thigh, a physical manifestation of the desire he ignites in me. Desperate for some kind of release, I press my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the tension coursing through my body. But nothing can satisfy me except him. As he reaches his peak, his ragged breaths matching the frantic pace of our bodies, I eagerly take him into my mouth further, pushing my boundaries, and swallow every last drop with insatiable greed. The taste of him only fuels my need for more, and I am left trembling and wanting as he comes down from his high.
He pulls me from him, out of breath but I can see the need in his eyes and know we are not finished.
He picks me up with ease before falling back onto the bed as I land in a straddle over him before he pushes my body up toward his face.
“Grab the headboard, Verena.” I know his tone means business and I can’t help but let out a whimper at it. “I want you to ride my face.”
“What if I suffocate you?” I ask, my breath raspy from the rawness of him taking me.
“Then I will gladly welcome the Gods in the afterworld. Now get up here.” His eyes convince me, full of dark greed and I position myself, hovering over him.
His strong arms wrap around my thighs, pulling me downward toward him. I am ensnared in his embrace, unable to resist the pull of his passionate desire. Suddenly, his warm mouth is upon me, sending shivers down my spine. I gasp in pleasure, my body instinctively grinding down against him in search of more. The intense need to climax overwhelms me, building with every movement he makes. As my hands find purchase on the smooth wooden headboard, I steady myself and surrender to his touch. His skillful movements guide me back and forth, while his tongue teases and explores my center. Waves of pleasure wash over me as his nose nuzzles against my sensitive clit and his tongue plunges deeper inside me. I can’t help but moan in pure ecstasy as he expertly brings me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
I never can have imagined that anything could feel better than his touch, but as his hands wrap firmly around my legs, a sudden coolness envelops us, swirling around my vulnerable and exposed body. It creeps up my skin, causing goosebumps to rise and linger on my already taut nipples. The sensation is almost too much to bear and I can’t help but let out a gasp as I drop my head back in ecstasy, my fingers releasing their grip on the headboard. The air is alive with anticipation, electricity crackling between us like an invisible force pulling us closer together.
The sharp sting of his hand on my skin sends me jolting forward, my hips grinding against him with newfound urgency. A low growl rumbles from his chest as I respond eagerly to his touch, my body trembling with anticipation. He increases the pressure and I am consumed by a wave of pleasure, my entire being engulfed in ecstasy as I reach climax. My juices flow freely from within me, coating his face and slicking our bodies together as I shake with the aftershock.
Again, he moves my pliable body. I’m thankful for it considering I feel like gelatin. “You are a goddess, Verena.” His voice is a seductive mixture of honey and smoke, sending shivers down my spine as he speaks. His lips move languidly up my body, tracing a path from my lower stomach to my navel with feathery kisses. When he reaches my tender breasts, he lavishes them with his mouth, teasing and tantalizing until they are wet with desire. Finally, his lips continue their journey up to my neck, planting soft and leisurely kisses as he positions himself over me. My body writhes with anticipation, craving more of his touch.
As if we have all the time in the world, his plush lips meet mine in a slow, unhurried movement. Each kiss is filled with passion and longing, drawing us closer together with each breathless moment. I feel him harden back up, pressing into my sensitive nub, forcing shivers to run through my body once more.
Impatiently , I reach between us to take him in my hand before lining him up to my entrance, our eyes meeting in the intimate moment as he pushes against me, meeting initial resistance before his tip slips fully into me. A soft gasp leaves my throat. “You’re so perfect,” He professes. Another gasp falls from my lips as he continues, “I want you to take me all the way, Verena. Relax your body.” I try as he commands, relaxing. But as soon as he moves again, my body tenses up, wrapping around him tightly. He groans, “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long.” Another gasp as he continues moving in and out, sliding his cock all the way out as his tip rubs the entrance of me before pushing back in to the hilt.
Once my body adjusts, he moves quicker as if he can’t get enough.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, matching his rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, a full-body experience that leaves me breathless and weak in the knees. His thrusts become more fervent, his pace unrelenting. Sweat glistens on our bodies, mingling with the salty taste of our passion.
He leans down, crushing his lips to mine in a fervent kiss, his hands exploring my body as he thrusts, deep and hard against me. My own desires build, growing more and more urgent, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.
“Fuck me harder,” I gasp, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing and the slap of our bodies meeting.
His eyes blaze with heat, and he obliges, increasing his pace, his hips pounding against me with intense ferocity. I cry out in pleasure, my fingernails digging into his back as a white-hot sensation takes over, coursing through me. My body convulses, shaking violently, and I feel my climax rising up from within me, threatening to overwhelm me.
With a roar, he thrusts deeper into me, his hips moving with wild abandon. The pleasure is too much to bear, and my body shivers and twists as an indescribable release washes over me. I feel my muscles clench, gripping him tightly, and I scream his name, the sound drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the ragged breaths that escape my lips.
My body goes limp, my muscles resigning to the pleasure that has overflowed them. He pulls out, and I can feel his warmth slipping away from me. He collapses beside me, spent, and huffing out ragged breathes.
“You are amazing,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. I can feel his satisfaction in every single breath he takes. A slow, grateful smile spreads across my face as I lay my head on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his beating heart next to mine.
This…this is what love feels like. This is what it is to be truly desired, and I am grateful for every moment, every touch, every caress.
As we lie spent on the bed, our bodies glistening with sweat, our breaths slowing down to a more manageable pace, I can’t help but wonder how we got to this point. How did we find each other in this vast, indifferent world? Was it fate or chance that brought us together?
It doesn’t even matter. Nothing can change my feelings for him. But now, the only thing that scares me is losing him.