Chapter Fourteen
Chapter
Fourteen
Colbie
Nox doesn’t even hesitate. He reaches under me and lifts me by my thighs, molding my body to his as I circle my arms around his neck.
I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth plunders mine.
His kiss is hot and doesn’t let up as his tongue tangles with mine, demanding my submission.
He owns me with this kiss, and I am so fucking here for it.
I can’t stop the low moan that leaves my mouth as my core grinds against the hard ridge of his cock in his jeans.
He pulls away suddenly, and we stare at each other. I’m breathless, and my heart is racing a million miles an hour. I put a finger to my lips. It’s swollen, and there’s slight chaffing from his facial stubble.
“Tell me if you would prefer pie, because if not, I’m going to take you back to my bedroom and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. He’s just as affected by this as I am.
“What pie?” I mutter before dragging his mouth back to mine. He nips and licks my mouth like he’s making love to me with his tongue. I feel us move, and before long, we’re in his bedroom. He lowers me to my feet, and I shudder as I slide down his body before my feet touch the floor.
He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it off to the side before he grabs the hem of mine and does the same.
I reach for the button on his jeans and quickly thumb it open before pulling the zipper down and pushing on the waistband.
He helps me, pulling them off his feet and tossing them to the side.
I look my fill, my body throbbing with need as I reach out and run both hands down all that glorious expanse of skin. He grabs my hands when I get to his stomach and chuckles, pinning them behind my back.
“Not yet, sweetheart, otherwise this will be over before we even get started. It’s been a long time, and I want to make sure I worship your beautiful body first.”
He keeps my hands pinned as he backs me toward the bed, his mouth brushing kisses across the tops of my breasts, which are still covered by my bra. He moves both my hands to one of his before skillfully flicking open the catch of my bra.
“Wow, hot and talented,” I tease as he releases my arms and drags my bra straps down before that also joins the clothes that have been tossed aside.
“I might not have a lot of experience, but I make up for it in enthusiasm,” he says, and I freeze.
“Have you done this before?” I ask hesitantly, and he chuckles.
“A few times. I had a wild phase when I first left my village and spent a few months trying to fuck my problems away with a wide selection of the population.” Ah, so I was right about him being a hit it and quit it kind of guy.
“But that was years ago. What I meant is I haven’t had a lot of experience having sex with someone I actually give a damn about. ”
He looks me in the eye, and I see vulnerability in his gaze. I reach up and cup his cheek, running my thumb across his lip. “I know how you feel, but you’re doing just fine.”
His hands slide up my body, caressing my skin, the rough calluses on his thumbs creating a delicious friction.
He caresses my breasts, his gaze dropping down to watch what he’s doing, and he groans as he leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth.
He sucks, and my knees weaken. I stumble, but he holds me up as his tongue flicks across my nipple, circling it before he bites down gently.
I hiss at the slight sting of pain, but then he soothes it with his tongue, and I’m putty in his hands.
He moves his mouth to my other breast, placing kisses along the way as he lifts me and drops me back onto his bed. I bounce, but he reaches for the button of my jeans, and before I even get my bearings, he strips them off, and I’m lying naked apart from the cuffs on my wrists.
“Stunning,” he murmurs as he strips off his briefs, and it’s my turn to stare. Oh my fucking god.
“Nope, no way. That thing isn’t going to fit,” I stammer, waving at the cock that slapped against his stomach when he removed his pants. I thought he felt big when I was grinding against his jeans, but this is extreme. It has to be nine or ten inches and thick.
He chuckles and palms it, giving it a squeeze, and I watch as a bead of precum appears on the tip. My mouth waters, and I get the urge to lean forward and lick it up. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure you’re ready for it before I fill your sweet pussy.”
Oh my god, the man is a dirty talker. He climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me like a large cat stalking its prey.
He pushes my knees apart and trails a smattering of kisses up the inside of one thigh before diving right in and sweeping his tongue through my folds, causing me to shudder in pleasure.
I groan and flop back on the bed, giving over to the overwhelming need to let him have his way. I might die—death by cock—but what a way to go.
Licking me with long, sure strokes, he alternates between fucking my needy hole and circling my throbbing bud.
I thrash my head back and forth, gripping the sheets as extreme pleasure rockets through my body, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
My brain short-circuits as he shoves my thighs wide and sinks two fingers into my throbbing cunt, curling them against the spongy inner wall and caressing my G-spot.
I hurtle over the edge into the most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever had.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming and say a little prayer of thanks that Nox doesn’t have any close neighbors.
I’m boneless and panting when he finally lifts his head.
His mouth glimmers in the low light as he prowls up my body, cupping my breasts as he slowly tongues one swollen nipple before doing the same to the other.
I thread my hands through his hair and tug him up, dying to feel his monster cock between my legs, even if I am nervous.
He drops a kiss between my breasts before turning his attention to my mouth. I can taste myself on him as he licks and nips, giving my mouth the same kind of attention he gave my pussy.
Reaching between us, I slide my hand up and down his thick, long length, and he moans, his head dropping as I thumb the dribble of precum leaking from his tip and spread it around the head of his cock.
I notch him at my entrance, wrap my legs around him, and dig my heels into his taut ass, encouraging him.
He thrusts slowly, sinking in slightly, and I moan as my pussy stretches wide, wrapping around him.
I breathe heavily as he retreats and pushes again, sinking a little deeper with each thrust as he works himself into my tight channel until he’s finally seated.
He pauses as my heart pounds and my cunt aches as she acclimates to his size.
There is a small bite of pain, but that eventually fades, leaving me full and empty all at the same time.
“More,” I rasp out as I dig my heels into his ass.
His breath is coming quickly too, but he listens and slowly drags his cock out before thrusting hard.
My back arches off the bed, and I clutch his shoulders as he slides in, every inch of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls.
He presses kisses against my shoulder, and I feel the scrape of his teeth, and all I can do is hold on as he impales me with rapid strokes.
My body winds tighter and tighter with every plunge of his dick, his hands braced on the bed as he owns my body.
I dig my nails into his back as he grabs one of my knees and hitches it higher, getting a better angle, and all it takes is two more strokes before my body explodes into ecstasy.
My cunt grips him hard as he continues to thrust through my orgasm before he throws his head back and shouts, pumping me full of his cum.
He collapses onto me, his weight comforting as we let the sensations of our orgasms ride through our shaking, spent limbs.
My legs ache, but I don’t push him off. Instead, I run gentle hands up and down his sweaty back as he nuzzles into my neck, placing tiny kisses all over it while muttering words of praise.
My soul aches at his words and the thought that this may be my only chance at real happiness.
He rolls off me before gathering me in his arms and pulling me against him, running his fingers through my hair as I place my hand over his chest and snuggle in.
My breathing finally eases, and I lift my head from his chest and run my finger over the tattoo inked above his heart.
It kind of looks like a tree with a heart on the trunk, and then there are six branches with symbols at the end of each branch.
I try to get a closer look, but we never turned the light on, and the only thing illuminating the room is the light from the living area, so it isn’t a lot.
Nox flinches at my touch before sliding his hand between mine and his skin, covering the tattoo.
“Sorry, it tickles,” he mumbles, and I rest my head against his chest again.
“What does it mean?” I ask, and he’s quiet for a moment.
“It’s a symbol of a previous life best forgotten,” he says flatly, and I decide to let it go. It’s obviously a topic he doesn’t want to talk about.
I’m so tired that I feel my eyes flutter closed, and he pulls me closer and presses a kiss to my forehead. As I fall into a deep sleep, I hear him murmur, “Unlike this, which I will never forget.”
There’s a warm, heavy body wrapped around mine when I wake the following morning.
My body aches deliciously, and a smile creeps across my lips when I think about exactly why it does.
Holy hell, Nox is talented in bed, and the stamina!
I’ve never had sex with another man who could keep going like he could. I’m going to feel him for days.