Chapter 16 #3
She is so…gentle.
Consumingly gentle.
Present.
Leaving me only with the desire to become one with her.
“I love the way you smell,” she whispers in my ear, and goosebumps erupt on my entire body.
Her fingers trail around me to open my bra, and I let her.
She slides it off, just as sensual as she has been touching me, leaving no room for any of my thoughts to arise.
One of her hands cups my breast, swirling a single finger around my nipple until it erupts. She leans down and trails with her tongue around it. I gasp. Not because my nipple is stimulated, but because of the way she does it.
The sensuality is one thing, but what opens me up is the fact that she leaves me without a question mark. She desires me, and there is nothing wrong with me.
She kisses her way up my chest, to my collarbone, hits a spot that goes straight into my core, and when I shiver from it, she grins against my skin.
She kisses further. Up to my ear, where she nibbles on my earlobe.
“You feel so wonderful underneath my touch,” she whispers. And my body swoons in a way I had yet to experience.
Suddenly, she grasps my head. She cups my face and kisses me longingly. Demandingly. Consumingly.
My lips part in the wild embrace, and her tongue meets mine.
I don’t know what to do with my hands.
And for just one brief second, my mind turns on.
What am I doing here?
She—
But before I can even end the thought, she pauses the kiss and whispers against my lips.
“Put your hands on my chest. Touch me.”
My breathing flattens as the nervousness spreads through me. It feels wrong—I don’t touch people.
She lets go of my face with one hand and grasps my wrist—guiding my hand slowly onto her chest.
My palm touches her unbelievably soft skin, and the sensation it causes in me takes my breath away.
She leans with her forehead on mine as she looks me in the eyes. She guides my hand over her body.
She knows so much about me that it scares me. But fear isn’t something I can feel right now. There is the heated touch, electrifying my skin.
She guides my hand down her side, over her ass, to her thigh, and from there to to the front and her inner thigh.
My cheeks burn as she guides my hand between her legs.
I gasp, trying to catch my breath as I feel the heat between her legs.
She moves her hand over mine.
There is nothing for me to think about.
She shows me what she wants.
I can finally turn off my mind entirely.
I don’t have to think.
Because she guides me.
I let myself fall into her guidance.
She circles, caressing with my hand and a soft touch over her labia.
I didn’t know what to expect, when it would finally happen, but what I feel right now is beyond everything I ever imagined.
She puts two of her fingers on my pointer and ring finger and draws circles around her clit with light pressure.
A soft moan escapes her.
She enjoys it.
She rolls her hips against my touch, her other hand not letting go of my face.
I gaze into her eyes, mesmerized. Her eyes, sparkling from the bathroom light falling onto us.
“Enter me,” she says and guides my two fingers to her entrance. “Slowly.”
I do as told, watching her every reaction.
I slide into her, as slowly as I can. She closes her eyes and throws her head back, with deep breaths, baring her throat and a once-in-a-lifetime view.
Never have I seen anything more arousing—and never have I felt anything more heated than sliding my fingers into her.
My core burns as my fingers dive into her wet heat.
I move my fingers slowly out and in again, followed by her moans.
She rolls her hips in perfect symbiosis with my movements.
Suddenly, small waves clench around my fingers.
Followed by a louder moan and a shiver on her end.
From somewhere outside, a rattling noise trails into my ears, but I don’t care about anything but her.
I slide my fingers out, and she brings her head back up. A grin on her face.
I made her come.
I made a woman come.
My mind is about to turn on with the realization, but she takes my hand, brings it up to her mouth, and licks the juices of my fingers.
My mouth drops open.
I have no more words.
The way she trails around my fingers with her tongue.
The way she sucks them.
The way she looks at me.
And just when I thought there was nothing else that could make any of this better, she sinks to her knees.
Her hands glide down my upper body to my pants, and she opens the button. They rush to the floor as she kisses her way from my abdomen, my hips, my thighs, to my pubic without breaking the gaze into my eyes.
“Sit,” she says, pushing me back with one hand onto the desk with the TV on; the other holds me.
I have to open my legs as I sit down, apparently exactly what she wanted.
She slips between them and guides one leg onto her shoulder while kissing her way up and down my inner thigh.
She kisses all the way until her tongue trails over my labia.
I am too flabbergasted to say anything as I watch her lick me, still holding the gaze into my eyes.
“Do you like that?” she asks, and I nod.
She grins with her eyes alone.
“And how is that?” she asks as she circles her tongue around my clit. My very swollen and sensitive clit.
I swallow down several gasps.
“It feels good,” I say. It’s the first words I use, and my cheeks flush even more.
“Good,” she mumbles against my vulva. And while she circles around my clit, she brushes over my labia with two of her fingers.
It feels so good, I clench for a moment.
She continues with what she does for a moment, building tension in me.
“And how is that?” she asks as she stops swirling and circles around my entrance with her fingers.
“Enter me,” I breathe out, as my body acts on its own accord.
And how she does it.
Her two fingers slide softly into me. Slightly up, while her gaze strips me of my sanity.
Her movement fastens, just a tiny bit, to exactly the right speed.
My core tingles in anticipation.
She kisses my inner thigh before she goes back to circling my clit with her tongue, and I lean back onto my elbows, my head falling back.
I close my eyes.
Outside, the howling wind surges, but I don’t care anymore. The only thing I care about right now is the sensation building in my core.
My hips start to move automatically, and I let them. I give up control, and my legs snap around her head with my thighs.
The tension in my core builds. And builds. Until a deep, rumbling moan escapes me, followed by a shudder, and a wave of relief spreading from my core into my body.
She stops.
I ride out the wave of the orgasm with every cell of my body.
After a moment, she pushes my legs apart, comes up, leans over me, and kisses me.
And when I open my eyes to look at her, I don’t see my nineteen-year-old student. The only thing I see is the woman who made me feel what I have never felt before.
And nothing else matters right now.
No rules.
No storm.
No control.