Chapter 22 #2
His hands were on my breasts, pushing them up, as if taking in their weight.
I had on a black bra, just a plain cotton one.
The white of my skin spilled over the cups normally, and even more so as Stick molded and shaped me.
Finally he moved the cups underneath each breast, lifting them up even more.
“Well, yeah, huge. But so much more than that.” He bent down and took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking.
My head dropped back against the wall; the sensation was so intense I wasn’t sure I could keep my neck straight.
“So pretty,” he murmured as he moved to the other side and continued.
He licked the nipple first, watching it pebble and harden, then finally took it in his mouth.
I ran my hands up his shoulders, across his neck, and held him to me, not wanting the sensation of what he was doing to me to ever end. I planted my fingers in his hair, weaving through the thick mass of waves.
I would have been happy to hold him to me like that all night, but soon he kissed his way down my stomach and dropped to his knees.
“Lean back,” he said, and I put my back to the wall, easing my bottom away from it, creating a bit of an angle.
“Raise your hands,” he said, his voice rough with arousal.
Which was okay, because I was fairly certain I couldn’t even speak right then.
I lifted my hands over my head, stretching them, loving how my breasts rose with me, the cups of my bra still underneath, as if framing them.
Stick watched my every movement, his eyes following the rise and fall as his fingers undid my jeans’ button and then fly.
He slid the denim over my hips (not a small task) and down my legs.
One leg at a time, I stepped out of them, and he tossed them aside.
“Take your bra off,” he told me as he moved to rid me of my panties.
Not quite believing that I kind of liked him telling me what to do, I again followed his orders, and soon my bra and panties joined my other clothes on the floor.
He hooked a hand under my left knee and lifted it up.
Running a palm along my outer thigh, he placed my leg over his shoulder, then moved closer to me.
He kissed around me. On my stomach, hips, thighs—everywhere but where I wanted his mouth most.
Needed his mouth most.
He looked up at me then and grinned, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. “Oh, just do it already,” I said. He laughed, his breath still leaving him as his mouth settled right on the core of me.
My head dropped back and his mouth left my body. “Unh-uh. Watch me.” When my head came back and I looked down at him, he gave a nod and tasted me again.
Oh, what a talented tongue Stick Whatever had. I knew it could tangle with me both figuratively and literally, but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
He licked and sucked and a finger, then two, joined in with his lips and tongue. When I didn’t think I could stand it, my head would start to drop and he’d stop, causing me to quickly get back in line and watch what he was doing to my body.
“Come for me, Jane,” he said, and like all his other commands, I obeyed.
Shattering. Just…shattering. My hands had to have been hurting his head; I was pulling and twisting his hair as my peak just kept climbing and climbing.
My body convulsed as he continued, not allowing me to come back down until he was ready.
And he wasn’t ready for a long time.
When he was, he quickly got to his feet and walked the few steps to the bedside table, where he opened the drawer and pulled out a condom.
He tore open the package and handed it to me, while his hands went back to my breasts, playing and twisting the nipples.
It made it very hard for me to concentrate long enough to get his jeans undone, pushed down, along with his boxers, below his ass, give a few quick strokes of his hard cock and roll the condom on.
I didn’t even bother pushing his jeans all the way down, and he didn’t seem to want to take the time either. As soon as the condom was on, he lifted my leg again, positioned himself at my entrance and pushed deep inside me.
I wasn’t sure if his groan or mine was louder. He stretched me and filled me, and at first it felt like too much. And then it felt…right. Not a word I conjured up when thinking about Stick and me together. But yeah, it was right. We…fit.
He leaned into me, then picked up my other leg, both off the ground now, my back at an angle against the wall, his body leveraging mine.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on.
I was splayed open, totally trusting in Stick to hold me up.
To take care of me. It was an odd sensation, but as his movements inside me picked up pace, I relaxed and caught his rhythm.
He sensed it right away. Of course he did. I both hated and loved that. “That’s it,” he said in my ear, his face against mine, our deep breaths matched. “Open that awesome body to me, Jane. Let me all the way in.”
I shifted a tiny bit in his arms, and we both sighed at the exquisite slide that brought him even closer, deeper.
“Yes,” I said, not able to help myself. “Yes, right there.” He knew he’d found the spot, and picked up his pace, his fingers pressing into the backs of my thighs as he drove harder into me, slamming me against the wall with each stroke.
Just before his release, he bit my earlobe, and that, coupled with his hard strokes, sent me over the edge again. My whole body shuddered, and I felt the spasms rocket through his body as I held on to him.
He pumped a few more strokes as I came down from my high, then he rested his face in the crook of my neck. His body leaned in to mine, stretching me even further, and I gasped his name, feeling the aftershocks.
We stayed like that—our bodies joined, with my feet still off the ground, Stick’s strong arms holding my—not insignificant—weight.
I don’t know how long it was before he turned around, sliding me further onto his body as I left the wall. He carried me the few steps to the bed and grabbed the bedding with one hand, giving it a yank down so that he could lay me down on the sheets. He followed me down, still staying inside me.
I tucked my head into his chest, placing a soft kiss on his pec, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting him to know he’d just completely destroyed me.
As no other man ever had.