Chapter 27 #2
“Ooh, better yet,” she said to herself, climbing off of me and stepping over to her backpack, and I must have actually voiced the protests that ran through my mind, because she laughed.
I could have moved – could have pushed up onto my elbows to watch her – but I didn’t, staying right where she’d put me.
I could just about see her as she produced something shiny and green, and it took me a moment to realise it was a scarf – the same silken scarf she’d used to blindfold me for that infuriating honey tasting.
She climbed back up onto me – probably the least efficient way to get to my hands, but certainly not the least pleasurable – and tied the scarf around my wrists.
She was no Eagle Scout, and I knew I would be able to slip out if I wanted to, but I was more than happy to let her take the reins.
I was literally aching in anticipation of what she would do to me as I lay there with my top hanging open and my bottoms unzipped.
She resumed her torturously slow undressing, pulling off just my jeans to start. She knelt in front of me on the floor, sitting between my legs, and kissed the inside of each thigh, then the waistband of my underwear.
“Tell me what you like,” she said. “What gets you off.”
“You do,” I said without thinking, and I didn’t try to take it back. “I could come just knowing you’re sitting between my legs like that.” And it was true – I could feel myself throbbing already.
“Well, I think we can be a little more creative than that,” she mused, and I couldn’t see her face without straining my neck, but I could practically hear the pout. She’d been hoping for something more … instructive.
“I want you to ride me,” I said, already panting at the idea of it. “I want to feel you come against me.”
“Well, I’m fairly unequipped tonight,” she said, pressing up to where I could see her, “but if you’re open to it…”
I nodded desperately, already picturing her bare against me.
I could hear the smile in her voice; the hunger. “Then let’s see what we can do.”
I gulped as she finally inched my underwear down, her short nails scratching lightly against me, making me shiver again.
I lifted my hips so she could pull them off me, then let out a sigh as she tangled her fingers in my bush, using those nails to tantalise me.
She tugged at the hair lightly with both hands, spreading me open as she did, the air hitting my wetness like a slap, and I looked up to see her smiling at what she saw in a way that made me desperate. Crazed.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please, what?” she asked.
“Anything,” I said. “I’ll take anything. Just don’t make me wait.”
She looked up at me, and her expression softened for a moment. It looked almost … loving. Appreciative, certainly.
She let go of me, and I whimpered pitifully, eliciting a smile.
She climbed up onto the bed again, planting one knee on either side of my hips, and just hovered there for a moment, looking down at me, that same expression on her face.
I brought my arms forward, my bound hands desperate to touch her, to cup her perfect breasts or plunge into her perfect pussy again, but she shook her head and pushed them back down.
And then, before I could protest or beg again, she angled herself forward and lowered herself toward me.
It started softly, with the hair between her legs tickling mine, sending every nerve ending into overdrive. I tilted my head forward, desperate to see her. See us, together. She closed the distance between us so slowly that I could feel her warmth long before our skin touched.
She moved to reposition, her thigh coming in between my legs as she did, and I gasped in ecstasy as her softness met my warmth. I arched desperately into her leg, and she had to tell me twice to hold still. I couldn’t help myself, though, my hips rising off the bed to meet her.
It was audible, the moment we both found the exact right position, because we cried out at the same time, and Chloe started moving faster, riding my thigh.
Her wetness on my skin was intoxicating, and for every stroke of her pussy against me, I moved mine against her, too.
I’d never done this before, both of us riding each other at the same time, but I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to do anything else for the rest of my life. It was the most intimate I’d ever felt.
“God, I’m close,” she said after almost no time at all, and I actually laughed.
“Me, too,” I said, and her eyes met mine, the electricity in that gaze enough to power a city.
But clearly she was closer than I was, because a moment later she cried out, her face contorting as her hips bucked seemingly involuntarily. I felt the pulse of her orgasm against me, and I could feel myself edging closer to that precipice myself.
Then she broke away from me, and I groaned.
“No!” I begged as she repositioned, feeling my own orgasm creep away. But then I felt Chloe’s fingers plunge into me, and the world went white.
It was like I was in a fugue state, the way my hands came immediately out of their weak binding to find Chloe’s breasts, her waist, her hips.
She used her free hand to push one of my legs back, bringing herself closer to me again.
It was like a supernova erupted between us.
The fullness inside and the perfect glide of her over me on the outside …
it was all far too much, and I coiled so tightly inside I thought I might die.
I honestly hoped I did, because this was the single greatest feeling anyone could ever have, and I knew nothing could ever top it.
My orgasm was so strong that I sat up fully, desperately pressing Chloe against me to try to keep the contact between us as I came.
Her hand fell out of me, and we just tangled our legs together, our breathing perfectly synchronised, bucking against each other, clenching and panting and pressing as one.
My own climax began to fade, and I could feel Chloe rocking instinctually against me, as if either of us had any more to give.
And maybe in a moment I would – I would do whatever I could to this woman to make her come on me again and again.
But for now, my limbs turned to jelly, and Chloe’s grip on me loosened, too, and we both began to laugh as we pressed our foreheads together.
“Holy shit,” she said, swallowing hard. “Like, truly holy.”
“That definitely counts as an act of worship,” I agreed. “Jesus Christ.”
“Another church word,” she said.
“Well, makes sense. That was…”
“Transcendent.”
“Yes,” I said, then caught her lower lip in a soft, warm, messy kiss.
“Teddy—” she started, but I shushed her.
“Tomorrow,” I said. “We can talk tomorrow. For now, I just want this.” I put my hands on either side of her face, cradling it. Then I pressed another kiss to her nose.
“Just this,” she echoed, then brought her mouth back to mine.