Chapter 4 #2
He hummed, the speed of his thrusts picking up, and I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this night. I was pretty sure my pussy would not. “I knew you could give me one more. Reach down and play with your clit. Make that pussy come for me, bunny.”
I did what he said, reaching a hand beneath me to the apex of my thighs.
My clit was hard and so swollen, a shudder racked my body at the barest glance of my fingers against it.
I slid my hand even lower, not stopping until I reached where my pussy lips stretched tight around his thick shaft as he pumped in and out of me.
“Bunny,” he said, his tone a warning. “I told you to touch your clit. I didn’t say anything about my dick.”
I bit my lip to stifle a smile and glanced back at him. “But what if I want to?”
“Too bad.” He pushed inside me as far as he could, settling deep and making my eyes roll back.
“Your cunt’s a fucking dream, and I’m already too damn close.
But I’m not coming until you do, so I don’t need your hands in the mix, too.
Now rub that needy little clit and make yourself come all over my cock like a good girl. ”
Part of me wanted to see what he would do if I didn’t obey his demand.
Wanted to see what kind of fun punishment he might have in store for me, because for some reason, with this man, I knew even the punishments would be pleasurable.
But the other part of me—the greedy whore who was desperate to come—was far louder and won this battle.
I slipped my hand back up, spreading my fingers in a V on either side of my clit so I could give it the friction I needed without direct contact. As soon as I pinched them closed on either side, my pussy fluttered around him, my body reaching for another release.
“That’s it,” he said, finally pulling back before pushing into me again. And again. And again. “Let it happen…”
His hips slapped against me in a steady rhythm, the sound a punctuation to each moan and groan that fell from our lips.
With his fingers digging into my flesh, he gripped my hip and tugged me against him every time he sank deep, his cock hitting spots inside me even my best vibrator hadn’t ever reached.
And then I felt it. That tingle…the build. My pussy tightening and pulsing, desperate to fall over that cliff.
“That’s my girl. Give it to me.” He dug his fingers deeper into my flesh as he thrust into me. “Just like that. Fuck, look at you. You’re taking my cock so well. You ready to come all over me?”
With a whimper, I arched back into him, unable to form words to tell him what I needed.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because I didn’t know.
All I knew was I was close…so fucking close but unable to fall over the edge.
And then his hand was there, brushing against mine, his finger the lightest touch over my clit, and I exploded.
My pussy pulsed around his shaft, and even through my moans and the blood thrumming in my ears, I heard him groan as he settled deep, spilling himself inside me.
He braced his arms on either side of me and curved his body over mine. His panting breaths ghosted against my skin as he rested his forehead on my back. “You did so well for me, bunny,” he murmured as he brushed a featherlight kiss against my skin.
That gentle kiss combined with his softly uttered praise swept over my body, sending shivers in its wake.
“Me? I can barely move, and that was all you.”
“You want another one?”
“Why do I think you’re not joking?”
“Because I’m not.”
I breathed out a laugh and shook my head. “Are you sure you’re real and not just a figment of my imagination?”
“Pretty sure.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t think I can take another one.”
“If you change your mind, you let me know.” He pressed another kiss against my back in an oddly intimate gesture before pulling out of me on a groan and heading into the bathroom.
It could’ve been seconds or minutes later when he returned with a warm washcloth and swiped it between my legs, being gentle and taking care not to brush against my oversensitized clit. And God, where had this man been all my life? It was just my luck that I’d found him but couldn’t keep him.
After he’d cleaned me up and tossed the cloth back in the bathroom, he settled in the bed next to me.
I turned to face him, entwining my legs with his and tipping my head up for a kiss.
It was slow and languid, just a soft glide of his tongue against mine.
And then he pulled back, pressing a kiss to the side of my mouth, then the underside of my jaw before laying his head on the pillow as he trailed his fingers up and down my spine.
Within seconds, his touch grew short and stilted, his eyelids drooping until they closed completely, his fingers still against me. It took all of thirty seconds before he was lost to the world.
He’d been prepared to keep going…to keep making me come as many times as I wanted. I had no doubt he would’ve spent all night between my thighs if I hadn’t tapped out. Even though he’d obviously been exhausted and he clearly needed the rest, he would have kept going if I’d wanted him to.
I reached up, tracing a finger over his defined brows, down the slope of his nose and the outline of his lips, then I finally ran my nails through his short beard, loving the feel of it against my fingertips.
His face told a story—from the faint silver scar barely visible at the edge of his eyebrow to the bump at the top of his nose like it’d been broken before to the almost permanent creases between his brows, as if he was constantly stressed—I only wished I’d get a chance to hear it.
I rested my hand over his chest, feeling the strong thrum of his heart beneath it, the rhythm lulling me into sleep right along with him.