Chapter 23 Brielle
My thighs feel the pressure of the mattress.
“You want me?” he asks sternly.
One part of me wants to back down, return to the comfortable, timid behavior and not embrace this side of myself, but a new addition to my soul screams to exist.
I nod ever so slightly, then reach over to turn the lamp off.
As the light cuts off, the room is only lit by a few candles.
The small embers create just enough light so we may hide in the shadows.
I feel so exposed as his eyes peer down and drink me in. As he lowers his head, I feel the caress of hot breath along my neck, then he places a small kiss softly on my hot skin. A small groan escapes my throat.
He ignites my soul.
Bringing something I have never felt before. These sensations, this drive.
The passion.
The obsession of wanting him, feeling him, needing him.
Locking eyes on his haunting amber eyes, I crawl farther back on the bed before my legs give out beneath me.
“Well, isn’t this a beautiful sight?” he slowly drawls, deep voice reverberating to my bones.
I want to reach out and beg him to ravish me, but I want it slow. Nice and slow.
Reaching for him, I begin unfastening his belt and pants.
Fuck . How is he going to fit?
“Eager, dove?” he croons in my ear, causing shivers to splay across my skin .
I feel like I just won a prize as his pants finally slide down his sculpted, scarred legs, and I see he is just as eager as I am.
Though I become confused when he comes to sit next to me on the vast bed.
“What are you…?” He presses a long finger to my lips.
His wicked smile spreads across his beautiful face. “I want you to try something for the first time tonight. Can you do that for me?” he asks.
I nod with confidence.
Pulling the pillows from under the sheets, he props himself up, positioning his body in the center of the bed.
“Climb on top,” he orders.
I hesitate, considering I have never placed myself atop someone. I’ve always had missionary or been bent over.
Carefully, he places his hands atop my hips, his thumbs rubbing my hip bones as he guides me onto him.
“Tonight you will have full control for once. Tonight you will take from me. Then afterward, if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you,” he growls, the devilish grin stretching even wider, his gaze ensnaring me .
“Claim your throne, darling,” he orders as my pussy throbs, aching to be filled.
I line him up at my entrance, heart pounding at this new experience.
The weight of my body feels so heavy as I notice every sensation.
“Breath, dove. Only do what feels good for you.” Then he moves closer, capturing my lips. Tongue parting through my lips, he kisses me with so much passion and embraces me even closer. Our abdomens flush.
Slowly I lower myself down onto him, his swollen cock stretching me, filling me until I sink fully onto him. My eyes open wide and I break from his kiss.
“Are you all right, dove?” Concern is written on his face, his eyes anticipating my answers.
I slow my breathing, then grab his face. “Yes,” I gasp out, then begin moving to a rhythm only my body knows. Tangling my hands in his hair, the sweet stretch already causing the pressure of an orgasm to build.
“Yes, yes, dove. Take from me,” he pants out, small grunts escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he mutters.
I writhe on top of him, my hips dancing forward and backward, following his moans. Occasionally I push myself off him as he murmurs each curse of pleasure.
Before I know it, my orgasm climbs across my body and I yell my pleasure to the heavens.
Claiming him over and over for what seems to be hours, until my body begins to feel spent from dancing atop him.
I want to continue, but the exertion of this movement is something I have never performed before, and the exhaustion is something I have never felt before.
Suddenly, Everett begins to piston his hips. Then, with his strong palm, he presses softly on my abdomen, causing me to lie back.
“Am I not doing it right?” I pant.
“No, dove.” His hand slides toward the underside of my breast, caressing it ever so carefully. His index finger encircles my nipple, causing it grow taut.
“You are doing so well riding my cock that I need to reward you.” His eyes glint in the candlelight, irises aglow. I catch my breath as he looks unreal, godlike.
Lightly grasping one hip in his free hand, he splays his legs out on either side of me and his feet make purchase at the end of the wooden bed frame. He slowly rocks into me, then begins gaining speed.
“Wrap your feet around my back.” I do as he orders, causing him to move deeper inside me. My lips let out a gasp as the pleasure unfurls; my toes curl and my sight goes blurry.
“That’s it, dove, take it, take the pleasure I’m giving you.”
I feel his hand slide down my breast, his fingertips dancing across my stomach, taking in the feel of my skin, almost like he is soaking it in.
His thumb joins in the caress as he slowly glides in and out, the sound of our bodies joining causing my arousal to spike.
A pressure develops deep inside my soul.
His thumb softly moves over my belly button, then lower, and lower. Reaching my clit.
A sensation I never want to get used to.
My body jolts at the slow, prestigious circling of his thumb graze my clit perfectly, making pleasure resound in my voice. My moan doesn’t cease as he picks up the pace of his hips.
I can feel my eyes begin to roll toward the back of my head from the undeniable sensation, everything overstimulating my body.
“Eyes open,” his voices gravels.
My body begins to shake, the ever-growing ache within me threatening to turn into an inferno. Everything is pulled taut.
“I said eyes on me, dove,” he growls.
I’m panting, pleading that my eyes will cooperate. My lashes flutter, my eyes doing their best to respond, slowly bringing him back into clear view.
He is so handsome, so delectable, his predatory gaze locked onto me.
I am his to devour. The angles of his face casts small, artistic shadows across his perfect features.
As he stares down at me, my pussy clenches, causing an intense orgasm.
I see the tension of his abs as he works his cock inside me, stretching to accommodate himself.
The scars on his body are slightly illuminated.
Only a small portion can be seen; they look remarkable, like a painted pattern of lightning, symbolic of his powering spirit.
Then something deep inside me rumbles as another orgasm causes my body to combust.
I am his to devour, as he is mine.