Chapter 10 #2
Tacita’s little cries spur me on and let me know what she likes.
I drive her quickly towards the brink of ecstasy, but I’m not letting her come like this.
Nah, she can wait for the main event. She gets close a couple of times but I pull away whenever her body tightens around my fingers too much and her breathing accelerates.
“Stop teasing and fuck me already.” Her demand is music to my ears and one I’m happy to oblige.
Savouring one last taste of her, I sit up on my knees and lick my lips as I look down at the beautiful woman spread on my bed.
She looks a little softer round the edges like this.
A little more open and readable. She’s normally being so tough and bossy that I feel like I’m witnessing something not many people get to see.
My chest does a weird little flip flop thing as I drink her in.
“Are you all talk with that decorated dick of yours or are you actually going to use it?” she taunts, snapping me out of whatever experience I was just having.
Leaning forward, I pull open the bedside drawer and take out a condom. Quickly suiting up I’m back between her legs and leaning over her as I line my cock up with her entrance. Notching the head, I watch her face as I slide inside.
She attempts to hold some composure but fails entirely as each rung of my piercings rubs against her walls, the ball ends on each bar sending a cascade of pleasure through her nervous system.
Setting a steady rhythm, I keep my weight on my arms, hovering above her so I can watch how our bodies join.
Tacita brings her legs up so her knees are pulled towards her chest, allowing me to go deeper inside her.
As her hips tilt, it changes our angle and she lets out a feral mewling sound as I find her g-spot.
My own breathing is getting all messed up at being inside her.
She feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock and unravelling beneath me.
Those bright colours of her rainbow hair are fanned out over my pillows and her pupils are blown out at the pleasure I know is building in her. I’m sure mine match.
We’re not touching apart from being carnally joined. Usually this is enough for me to get my rocks off but my skin burns uncontrollably with the need to feel more of her. “Wrap your legs around me and put your hands around my neck.”
She complies after a moment of hesitance. As soon as she’s securely holding on I curl one arm under her back and use the other to push us upright. Sitting back on my haunches, I keep her close so she straddles my lap. I move my hands to the globes of her arse and encourage her to ride me.
Her inner muscles ripple around my cock each time she lifts and grounds down. The new position forces our bodies together, sweat slicking our chests and our panting breaths mingling as we build something so explosive I already know this is going to be the hardest orgasm I’ve had in a while.
Her nails dig into my skin, seeking purchase. I grip on to her just as tightly, fearing that if I let go I’ll no longer be in reality.
“Fucking damn it,” she pants above me. “Why did you have to feel this fucking good?”
I practically purr as I smile into the skin on her neck. She’d been open in her skepticism of my skills in bed, it fills my chest with heat hearing her words.
“You’re as perfect as I knew you would be.
Your pussy was made for my cock, Mo Stór.
” I nip at the tendon running down the side of her throat which spurs her on more.
The salty tang of her on my lips isn’t enough and I add my tongue into the mark I’m sucking onto her skin.
Behind the salty sweat, her scent explodes on my tongue, it leaves a heat like pepper behind the rich, fruity taste of her.
“I’m getting close,” she tells me as she grinds harder, rides faster.
Her cunt gets impossibly tighter around my aching dick and then she’s screaming out her orgasm, her grip on my shoulders holding me in place.
I arch my hips up into her as she breaks apart to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. The feel of her exploding in pleasure is pure fucking sin and I already know I want seconds. Fuck, I hope she stays for the night so we can go for round two tonight.
Thinking of all the positions I still want to try with her, as well as having her wrapped around me, is too much. I give her a warning before I erupt into the condom, my own release detonating in a rush of pleasure that shoots from my cock and sends me lightheaded.
As my body comes down from the high, I can’t help but wish we’d gone bare. I want to mark her as mine. Fill her up with my cum and leave her covered in the evidence of our connection.
That thought shakes the post orgasm haze. I’ve never felt that possessive over anyone. I’ve almost never done repeats with those I’ve slept with. And even those I have, I’ve never wanted to leave a lingering trace. Nope. I enjoy the fun and then I’m looking to the next adventure.
Blinking several times to clear my head of these thoughts, I bring myself back to the present. Tacita is still getting her breath back as she rests in my arms. Her hold has gone a little lax, so I support her back and enjoy the intimate moment of still being inside her and have her curled into me.
Her head lays on my shoulder, rocking back and forth slightly like she’s shaking it.
“You doing okay?” I ask.
She peels back in my arms so our eyes lock. I see the moment she recovers enough to pull her walls back up. Her eyes close off and she pushes out of my hold, pulling off me and stepping off the bed.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks for that. I think I needed it.” Her tone is light but there is a distance again. The cold feeling against my skin isn’t from the drying sweat but from the sudden change in the woman now grabbing her clothes and striding into my bathroom.
An icy feeling sloshes in my stomach and I almost get a burn behind my eyes.
Dammit, this is ridiculous.
Swallowing hard, I jump up off the bed and grab my boxers.
Dealing with the condom and then pulling them on, I shove the rest of my clothes into the corner before straightening the covers.
I get a hit of sex and her as I rustle the sheets but suppress the yearning already taking root in my gut, getting irritated instead.
By the time she returns from the ensuite, I’m lounging on the bed, flicking through some notes I took earlier in one of the lessons we’re attending.
I’m not really absorbing anything but it helps with the aloofness I wish to portray right now.
I don’t understand the mix of emotions swirling around my system so I’m sure as shit not letting her see my confusion.
I needn’t have worried, however. She’s grabbing her shoes and is out the door with barely a glance my way and a “See you tomorrow” as the door closes behind her.
Sitting up, I run a hand over my face, pressing my fingers into my eyes as images of her naked and writhing with need, play on repeat. Whatever that was, I need to get over it, and quickly.