Chapter 26 Danica #2
"I want to taste you too," I tell him and before he can protest I lick the bead of precum from his head.
He groans and his hand rests on the back of my head as I take him into my mouth, using my hand for what doesn't fit. When I start moving and stroking him, his hips jerk forward as he groans and tightens a fist in my hair.
"Your mouth is incredible," he says, his voice strained. "Don't stop."
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, and work him with my mouth and hand, paying attention to what makes him groan, what makes his breathing hitch.
His thigh is tense under my free hand and I can feel how hard he's trying to hold back, trying not to thrust. But it's a losing battle.
His hips start pumping and I am at his mercy as he sinks into my throat, making me gag around his shaft.
When I pull back to focus on just his head, swirling my tongue around it, his whole body tenses. I hollow my cheeks and suck hard and he swears.
"If you keep doing that, this is going to be over too fast." He pulls at my hair lightly but I do it again, deliberately taking him as deep as I can. He swears again, then says something in Russian that I don’t understand, and I can tell he's getting close.
His breathing is ragged and his other hand has moved to grip the back of the couch.
But he pulls me off before he finishes, and his chest is heaving hard.
"Not yet," he says as his cock bobs in the air in front of me glistening with my spit. I smirk at him and lick my lips. "Turn around."
I stand on shaky legs and turn to face the back of the couch. His hands run over my ass, squeezing and pinching, spreading me open. I hear him spit and then his fingers are there, circling my entrance to make everything slick.
"Tell me if it's too much," he says, his other hand rubbing my lower back soothingly.
"I will."
He works one finger in and I breathe through the initial stretch. It's intense but good, and I push back against his hand, wanting more. He's patient, working me open slowly, adding more moisture when he needs it and my god is it so incredible, the burn and pinch of him stretching me.
One finger becomes two and I'm adjusting to the sensation, my body relaxing as he scissors them inside me. He's thorough about it, taking his time, making sure I'm ready, and when he crooks his fingers, I gasp at the unexpected pleasure.
"More," I say, needing to be filled. I find myself rocking back onto him, whimpering as he builds the pleasure. I could seriously come from this, and I start touching myself.
He adds a third finger and the stretch makes me gasp and grip the couch harder. It burns but in a way that makes me crave more.
"You're doing so well," he murmurs, stroking my hip with his free hand.
It's so good I think I may come before he even gets inside me but he slows.
And when he pulls his fingers out, I whimper at the loss.
I hear him spit again and then the blunt head of his dick is pressing against me.
He pushes forward with steady pressure and I force myself to relax, to breathe through it.
The stretch is worse than his fingers and I have to consciously relax my muscles because his dick is very thick. But when his head is in, it's so good.
"That's it," he says, "just like that…breathe."
"Keep going," I manage to say through gritted teeth.
He pushes in farther, inch by inch, his progress measured and controlled. I can hear how hard he's breathing, how much effort it's taking him to go this slowly when I know he wants to just thrust in. But he waits, lets me adjust to each new inch before giving me more.
"God, you're so fucking tight," he growls as he squeezes my ass. "So perfectly tight." The tremor in his voice shows me he's close.
He pulls back and pushes in again at a careful pace. Each thrust goes a little deeper, a little harder, and the initial discomfort is fading into something that makes my toes curl. My fingers rub my clit faster, slicking the juices I’m making around in a mess, but the sensations are so powerful.
"Yes," he says, thrusting faster. "Touch yourself while I'm inside you. Make yourself come again."
Just when I think all the sensations are gonna do me in, his hand comes down on my ass in a sharp slap and I yelp.
The sting sends sparks through my nervous system.
The pain and pleasure mix together and push me higher.
Then he does it again on the other side, harder this time, and I'm climbing toward the edge.
"Come for me," he commands in a rough tone. "I want to feel you squeeze me."
My whole body clenches around him as the orgasm washes over me. My legs shake so hard he has to hold me up, and he doesn't miss a beat, fucking me through it while I come apart.
I start sobbing, rubbing my clit so hard while my body convulses. The spasms have me rolling and writhing, and I think I say fuck about a million times.
"Shit," he groans. "You're squeezing me so hard I can barely move."
He moves faster now, chasing his own release now and his thrusts become erratic and labored. and I feel him begin pulsing, grunting in pleasure.
"Oh, God, yeah," he grumbles and thrusts harder. I'm still touching myself, drawing out the aftershocks, when he goes rigid and his whole body tenses. I feel the warmth spread in me and then he glides in and out of me a few more times before I'm forced to brace myself to hold us both up.
What he does to me is ungodly and I want it more every time it happens. God, if only I could be sure he would really come home to me every night, and not wind up dead somewhere and disposed of like the men he vanishes for a living.
Then my heart could rest.