Chapter 23 #2
I arched my spine, pressing my shoulders into the tiles, trying to increase the addictive contact. Still, it wasn’t enough. Nothing ever would be. Each lick and suck drove me crazy, each touch hitting a sensitive spot.
“Ally!” I yelped, the first tendrils of my orgasm catching deep inside.
I didn’t want to come on his hand. I needed him inside and to be able to see his eyes.
“Stop!”
He did, instantly.
“Pick me up,” I begged.
With careful hands, he lifted me from the counter like I weighed nothing.
“What is it?” he asked, concern apparent through his strained tone.
“I need you. I need more.”
He examined my face then nodded, understanding. “Bed.”
“Bed,” I echoed.
I clung to him as he carried me from the kitchen and into the hall. At the stairs, he adjusted me in his arms, and I strangled his middle with my legs once more.
But, both mostly naked, we were almost perfectly aligned. Then Ally climbed a step, and his cock notched at my entrance.
We both gasped.
He took another step and sunk in an inch inside.
Thick, so hard.
Bare.
“Oh, holy fuck.” He screwed his eyes tight closed, freezing.
My heart pounded, and every nerve ending needed him deeper. For him to thrust inside in one hard move. Except, even through my state of sheer want, I knew this could be a problem for him. That he might not want this next step.
“I can’t get pregnant,” I said. “If you’re good to do this then so I am. And I want it. A lot. If you don’t, that’s fine, too.”
Ally nodded, once and fast, then inhaled through his nose. He took three more steps, each worsening our situation. At the last, I gave a strangled cry, and he dropped to his knees, laying me on the stairs and hovering over me.
Still, he didn’t withdraw.
Instead, he watched me, his lips slightly apart, and his attention entirely on my reactions.
“Tell me how that feels,” he asked, his voice tight and strained.
“It feels perfect,” I managed. Around his body, I dropped my knees to the sides so he lay in the cradle of my hips. Ally gripped the stairs with one hand and my backside with the other.
Of all the positions we could’ve tried, the hard ridges of the wooden stairs made this the least comfortable, but I wouldn’t stop it for the world.
When we first shared my hotel room, sex had been an issue for him. With good reason. But back then, we’d been screwing around, heavily attracted but with no understanding of how badly we wanted each other.
I gazed at him with utter certainty that I was his and that was forever.
Then a fact became apparent. Ally was waiting on my move, not the other way around.
“Kiss me,” I ordered, then I gripped his hip. And rolled my own.
He sank deeper inside, not fully home, not yet, but the incredible sensation had me swearing.
“Lass. Scar. Ye have no idea—”
“I do. Make love to me.”
His expression changed from one of confusion to a new, more dangerous look. Ally pulled back, and I thought for a second this was over, but then his lip curled and raw hunger took over his dark gaze. And he slammed into me.
“Oh!” I shrieked at the same time Ally yelled.
“God, God!” I moaned.
He drew out and did it again. The power of it, the skin-to-skin touch was like nothing I’d ever felt.
The spiralling, winding sensation began once more but a thousand times stronger.
He thrust again, and again. Then his strokes set a rhythm that I was primed to follow.
From my position, the best I could do was grind against him and let him drive me closer and closer to my impending orgasm.
I knew it would be powerful, it would set me alight and burn me down.
“Scar, lass, let go,” he whispered.
I moaned, and he fucked me like a piston, driving into me now, relentless and unforgiving.
“Scar, let go!” he ordered, and boom, my orgasm crashed down.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled then nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Wave upon wave washed over my mind, and I tightened and released around his still plunging cock.
If I’d seen stars when I fell for him, I saw galaxies now. My brain fuzzed out completely, and all I could feel was the joy of the moment. The wonder at what we’d done.
The loss, when he withdrew, had me whimpering.
Then, boneless, I was being picked up and carried. Ally cradled me in his arms and climbed the stairs in long strides. In his bedroom, he placed me on his quilt and took my mouth in a scalding kiss.
I kept my eyes closed, still too high and too dizzy. The rattle of a drawer and the crinkle of a foil packet told me what was happening, then Ally was lifting my legs and burying himself in me again.
Now, all bets were off. He surged, pounding, hitting hard over and over until I howled.
Sweat stung my eyes, and my breathing grew jagged.
Still, Ally had more to give, jacking his hips and focusing all that endless energy on me. His relentless force, his tender, reverent touches, lit me up and, in a minute, I was keening with a fresh orgasm breaking me in two.
With my name on his lips, Ally followed. His thrusts staggered, then he stilled, and his cock pulsed inside me. His pleasure elongated mine. We both found the other’s mouth and saw out the last of it with drugging, long kisses.
Our date five conversation might be on pause, but the meaning was in every touch.
Ally held me close with a possessive, emotional hold, and I clutched on to him.
Words weren’t necessary, because there was nothing we needed to say.
It was all there in how we’d come together, and it told me everything I needed to know.