Chapter 51 #2
He wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb flicking over my pulse point and pulling me close.
He kisses me in soft, teasing strokes as I start to fuck him slowly.
I moan into his mouth as I already feel my climax building.
He releases me to let me set my own pace, quickening as I start to feel everything pooling fast and low.
I’ve been ready to come since he walked through the door.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching me with rapt fascination. “So fucking pretty when you take my cock like this. Letting me watch the way you sate yourself. Fuck…” He groans. “Ride me harder. Use me to get there, honey.”
I gasp as I hit the unexpected edge of my orgasm, his words taking me over, and I lose myself chasing the pleasure of it.
His hands wrap around each of my cheeks, anchoring my body against his, and he counters the roll of my hips with his own.
I rest my palm on his chest as I follow one last wave, and I hear him curse in anticipation.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna paint that tight cunt of yours with my come. Over and over until she gives me what I’ve earned. I want to watch this gorgeous body of yours swell and tattoo this pretty skin with the evidence of us again.”
His words echo through me. I want it just as badly as he does. I can feel him coming, and I look down to watch with him as he fucks me so full he leaks down my thighs.
“Honey, fuck. You know it kills me when you watch us like that.” His voice is soft as I lift my lashes to meet his gaze.
“I want it too. A little piece of you inside me again,” I confess.
“Then get up here and sit on my face. Let me put it all back to good use—clean off these pretty thighs.”
“Bishop, I—” I start to protest when his brow heads north, a silent warning that if I complain, he’ll hand the reins back to me. Which is the last thing I want tonight. I want him in complete control, taking everything I’ve promised him and everything he wants.
“Get up here. You can use my tongue until you can’t take it anymore. Get me hard again so I can fuck that sweet ass full of me too. I’m gonna make you watch when I do it. You want that, don’t you?”
I nod my agreement.
“Good. Now do as you’re told, Jones. Fuck my face.”
So I bite my tongue, lifting myself up on unsteady limbs, still feeling like a puddle of my former self as I come down from the orgasm he just gave me. He supports me, though, his hands holding me as I do my best to nimbly straddle his face, using the headboard for support.
He gathers what’s left of us from my thighs onto his tongue and then uses it to push his come back inside me, dragging his tongue over my skin in the wake of it, and then sucking on my sensitive clit.
I bounce and grind against his chin before I can stop myself, my body seeking a second round of pleasure from him.
I start to pull away, but he moans, his hands wrapping around my thighs and holding me tight.
I rock tentatively forward, and he moans again, begging me in the only way he can.
“I can’t. I don’t think I can come again so soon, Bishop.” I roll my hips over his mouth again and again, seeking the little sparks of pleasure, but my self-consciousness over the time it takes wins out. I pull back. He takes a breath and presses a kiss to my thigh.
“You can and you will. One more word, Jones, and we’re done.”
“No. I want you,” I argue. Somewhere in the fray, he turned off the vibrator, but I’m still desperately half full and eager for him to be inside me.
“Then fuck my face. All the way down. Suffocate me with how hard you’re riding my tongue,” he demands, and I follow his orders.
He’s right. With determination and focus, I can do anything I set my mind to, and in a few minutes, I’m coming again, hard and fast, less brilliantly than before but no less satisfying. I whimper from how tender I am before I slide down his chest and back into his lap.
He cradles me close, kissing my cheek and down my jaw and neck as we catch our breath. We lie there, tangled up in each other for long minutes before he breaks the silence again. The temptation is too much to call it quits.
“You ready?” he asks after we’ve both recovered our senses.
“I’m ready.” I nod.
He helps me to my feet and follows me to his own, bending to grab a flask out of his clothes on the floor. He takes a long swig of whiskey and then offers one to me as he grins.
“What?” I ask, taking his offer. But he doesn’t answer, just threads his fingers with mine and pulls me into the bathroom. He positions me in front of him at the mirror, running his fingers through my hair as he kisses my temple.
“Bend down, elbows on the counter,” he instructs, and I follow. He sweeps my hair to the side and grabs the flask again. “What’s the reverse of a ski slope? Or maybe another word for it?”
“I don’t know. Why?” I ask, and he lifts the flask, aiming for the center of my back and creating a tiny rivulet of whiskey that courses down my spine as he chases it with his tongue.
His knees hit the tile, and he teases me with the warmth of his mouth, kissing and nipping over the curve of my cheek before he stops to admire the jeweled toy I put there for him.
His fingers brush over it, playing gently.
“You ready for me?” he asks softly, his voice raspy with desire and exertion.
“As I’ll ever be,” I say, blowing out a breath as my eyes meet his in the mirror.
He slips the toy free as he stands, discarding it in favor of the lube on the counter.
He’s generous with it, pouring it between my cheeks and over his cock before he closes it and puts it back in its place.
He lines himself up, the tip nudging against the tight entrance as he massages it gently with his finger.
My body pulses with the anticipation. It’s not exactly the first time he’s had me there, but it’s been a long time. Too long, maybe.
“Touch yourself for me.” His gaze joins mine again, the green-gold already heavy with want. “I want you coming with me.”
I don’t bother to argue about how impossible that feels right now. If he wants it. He gets it. Or at least I’ll do my best to try to give it to him. It’s how our relationship has found an equilibrium that makes us work. Both of us try to do the best we can for the other. Meeting in the middle.
I brush the pads of my fingers over my clit, willing my nerve endings back to life as gently as I can.
He rolls his lower lip between his teeth as he watches.
He bites down hard as he grabs my left hip, slowly edging himself inside of me.
I breathe out as he does. Letting myself take him inch by inch. His eyes meet mine again.
“Good?”
“Good.” I nod.
He slides deeper with the next slow thrust of his hips, and deeper again after he checks in with me.
“Still good?” he queries as I start to feel my nerve endings flutter to life, renewed from the sense of fullness and the press of his body against mine.
“Still good,” I agree.
He groans as he slides the rest of the way in, stilling inside me.
“Fuck, you’re tight. But you’re doing so fucking good for me, honey.” His hand curves over my cheek, squeezing gently. He pulls back out and then slips the tip in again. “You rock back when you’re ready. Take it at your pace.”
I do as he asks, carefully rocking back to take more of him again, using the counter for leverage as I let his cock slowly slide in and out until I find a rhythm I like.
“Oh god. That feels even better than the toy.” I moan as my fingers round my clit in tighter circles, stealing my focus for only a moment before I settle down on his dick again.
“You feel like fucking heaven. And this view of you… Watching me take you like this. Hell. I might never recover.” He lets out a rough breath as I see him watching me reverently.
“Fuck me. Please. Slowly. But I want to feel more of you,” I beg him.
He follows my request to the letter until he has me murmuring curses, bent over the counter, and enjoying every second of having him take me like this.
“See, honey. I told you. I can take you to places he couldn’t even touch. That’s why you need me.” He grins, amused with himself for all of half a second until I roll my hips back again, and he’s lost in the pleasure of it right along with me.
“I do need you.”
“My wife needs me,” he murmurs, on the edge of coming again along with me. “And I need her. Play with your clit for me. I need you to come one last time.”
It doesn’t take much to push us both over the edge, and I’m shaking as I feel him coming hard and fast. He pulls himself free, using his hand to finish himself off and painting my lower back and cheeks until I can feel the warmth of him dripping down.
He watches for a moment before he spins me around, kissing me so softly and gently that I melt into his touch. I wrap my arms around him, and he picks me up, hugging me tight to his chest as he reaches over to turn the water on in the shower with his free hand.
“You did so good. You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I love you,” I murmur against his skin. “Really, I need a new word for it. Something greater than love. It doesn’t feel good enough these days.”
He lets out a low chuckle as I kiss the brand on his shoulder.
“I know what you mean. Like I’m finally where I belong, and everything in the world makes sense again. But I love you too, Jones, with every bit of my soul.”
When the water warms, he ushers me into the shower, washing my body and hair with careful attention, and kissing over every inch of me as he works.
I insist on helping him get clean, too, making him stand still for my ministrations while he grins and teases me about missing a spot before taking the opportunity to kiss me again.
He wraps me in a giant towel, keeping me warm as he towels both of us off and then carries me to bed.
Water and snacks appear on the bedside table before he climbs in next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and letting me tuck into his side.
We both drift off to sleep no sooner than we’ve said goodnight.