Chapter Twenty-Two #2
I slide my fingers around the back of her head and pull her close. When my lips meet hers, it sets off a chain reaction inside me.
‘Kinda turned me on too,’ I say against her mouth.
I’ve desired girls before. Wanted to get them into bed, get naked fast and go one round until we’re spent. No girl I met ever made my chest tighten with emotion, like a clamp gripped tight around my heart. I never met a girl I wanted to take my time with. To savor. To cherish above all else.
Hollie Palmer makes me feel all those things.
I pull back. We’re both a little breathless. ‘I meant what I said to Nando too. Downstairs. In the bar. About you being mine, and nobody else’s. I mean it.’
She raises her eyes to me. There’s a sweetness to her face that turns my thoughts to slush.
‘I want to belong to you,’ she whispers, and her words send me over the edge.
‘You do,’ I groan, kissing her with increased intensity, as a wave of heat pulses through me until I’m so hard it almost hurts. ‘You do belong to me. You’re my girl. You’re all mine.’
I break our kiss again, rip my shirt over my head and toss it. My mouth goes back to hers. I grip her hips and walk us toward the bed, until the backs of her legs bump into the wood frame.
‘Shit,’ I curse. ‘I left the condoms at your place.’
‘It’s okay,’ she hums, kissing me sweetly, ‘we can just fool around.’ I like her way of thinking.
She gives me just a hint of her tongue that gets my legs quaking with need.
When she lifts her top over her head and unclips her bra, my hands move instantly to both her breasts, caressing her, moulding her soft skin.
Circling her peaked nipples with my thumbs.
She arches into me, whimpering, until I lay claim to each breast with my mouth, sucking hard and making her shudder.
We help strip each other naked. I lower her to the bed, losing myself in her kiss, her tongue as eager as my own.
I ease myself off her, lying to one side, my left arm underneath the curve of her neck as I gaze down the line of her body, taking in all her beautiful curves, her skin glowing in the low light of my room.
I feel my dick flex against the skin of her thigh.
‘Open your legs for me,’ I whisper.
She looks into my eyes as she draws her knees up.
I see her expression alter as I trace a line with my fingertips south from her belly button, parting her, sinking into her warmth.
I press against her opening, feeling a rush of moisture against my skin.
I love that she’s so turned on for me, the way her eyelids flutter as I slide her arousal over her clit, circling it, caressing it. Finding my rhythm.
I hear her sigh then. Her mouth parts slightly and once more, I lower my mouth to hers.
I love this. I love the noises she’s making, and the way she’s kissing me back. I love giving her pleasure using just my hand, and the way one of her hands has gone to the back of my head and she’s pressing her nails into my scalp.
It’s not been like this, before, when I’ve hooked up. The girls who came up here, we’d fuck. Plain and simple.
This. This is something else. Hollie’s in my arms, her pleasure noises like murmured sighs as I continue to rub her swollen clit in a slow rhythm, edging her toward her climax.
Since the first night we spent at her apartment, all I care about is making it good for her.
I didn’t know this was what intimacy felt like, and now I know, I’m addicted.
I stop kissing her, draw back and watch her face, taking pleasure from her pleasure, all the while my fingers working her sensitive bundle of nerves.
She mewls in objection when I shift my fingers south to her opening.
I push. Sliding two fingers easily inside her, she raises her hips an inch, welcoming the invasion.
For a moment, I fuck her gently, her tight channel slick and warm, wet sounds just audible above the rock music floating up from downstairs, our bodies damp with sweat.
She’s so turned on. I can tell by her trembled breaths, but when I slide out and go back to her lavishing attention on her clit, I’m rewarded with a gasp, followed by another heavy sigh.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ I whisper.
Still with her eyes closed, she bites down on her bottom lip, then nods her head.
I quicken my movements by a fraction, gliding back and forth, round and round. Taking my time with her. I feel another rush of moisture. Her hips move involuntarily, thrusting upward against my fingers.
‘You gonna come for me?’ I ask, then dip my head and draw her nipple into my mouth, prompting yet another tortured gasp.
‘Mmm-mmm,’ she manages.
‘You belong with me,’ I tell her, and her breaths go from trembled to ragged. I feel her body begin to shudder and more blood rushes south to my dick.
‘I belong… with you,’ she repeats in a broken whisper.
‘Tell me you’re mine.’
‘I’m yours… I… oh god, AJ, I’m coming.’
Her lips are parted but suddenly go wide and she gasps again.
There’s silence for a moment before moans and whimpers roll out her throat, her body undulating as her orgasm sweeps her up in its wake.
Man, she looks so hot right now, writhing against my hand.
I keep going, working her clit as another rush of her arousal coats my fingers and her inner thighs.
Watching her, I almost forget to breathe.
Another few seconds and Hollie slumps back into the mattress, all breathless. I remove my fingers from her clit, sliding them over her thigh. When her eyes drift open, I lean down and kiss her.
‘That was… oh my god,’ she says at long length with a laugh, one hand going to her forehead.
I smile down at her. She looks happy. Tonight feels different. Like I wanna tell her something I’ve never told any girl before. Because I know I’ve fallen already.
She pulls me closer and we’re kissing again. Lazy, slow, wet kisses that give away our eagerness for one another. She reaches down and cups my balls. I swear, the blood in my veins turns molten.
‘I want to make you feel good too,’ she whispers, a little shy, knowing where her hand is positioned right now.
I lean up, my knees pressing down into the mattress on either side of her hips, thinking about how we should go about this without a condom, my dick aching and throbbing as it juts out.
I don’t get a choice though as Hollie reaches out and wraps her fingers around my length.
Her grip firm but not too hard. She strokes me once, twice.
That’s all it takes. I look up at her. My resistance shatters as the pressure reaches its peak.
She keeps going. Without warning, pleasure pounds through me.
I tense, and with sharp, ragged breaths and a low groan, I shoot my load all over her fingers and wrist, the thickness of my release pulsing onto her belly.
Still, she doesn’t let go, just lies there and strokes me through it, her expression foggy with desire while my orgasm goes on and on.
When I’m done, neither of us moves for a second while I catch my breath.
I’m a little stunned, maybe embarrassed it happened so quickly.
I’d say I had a lot more control, but not with her.
I glance further down. The sight of my release pooled on her skin and inside her belly button is a little filthy, and it’s like I’ve branded her, but it means that tonight we just made good on a faithful promise.
I’m Hollie’s, and she’s mine.
I get to my feet. Go grab a towel from the bathroom. Once we’ve cleaned up, we get on top of the covers. It’s too hot in here to go underneath. We face each other, her right leg slung over my left thigh, our fingers entwined. She’s so close I can feel the warmth of her breath on my skin.
‘Sorry about that,’ I say when we’re settled.
‘What are you sorry for?’
‘Making a mess of you like that.’
She giggles. ‘Honestly, it was kind of hot.’
‘Yeah?’
‘I liked it. But maybe I should think about…’
‘What?’ I ask when she says nothing.
‘You know. So we don’t have to worry about protection. Maybe I… should think about going on the pill.’
I run my fingers across her hairline. This feels like a serious conversation. Something else I never really had with a girl before.
‘I’ve never… I mean I always suited up before. You’re sure? Puts all the responsibility on you.’
She looks unsure and lets go of my hand. ‘I mean, unless this is just a temporary thing… in which case—’
‘Temporary, my ass,’ I say, pulling her back in close to me. ‘Did you not hear me when I said exclusive? So, yes. If you’re happy, then so am I.’
I kiss her, real slow. ‘I’m happy,’ she whispers, and we stay entwined like that, all sweaty, ’til we drift off to sleep.