13. Final Frame #2
His mouth found my neck. Teeth first. Biting the curve where my neck met my shoulder. Hard enough to make me gasp. His hand palming my breast, squeezing, his thumb circling my nipple while his teeth marked my throat.
He bit lower. My collarbone. The swell of my breast. Then his mouth closed around my nipple and sucked while his other hand slid between my thighs. Two fingers dragging through me. Finding me already soaked.
"Always ready for me," he said against my chest. His fingers circling my clit slow, building. "Always wet before I even touch you."
He pushed two fingers inside. Curled forward. Found that spot and pressed while his thumb stayed on my clit. His mouth moving to the other nipple. Biting. Sucking. The dual sensation: his fingers inside me and his mouth on my breast and my hands useless above my head.
I was climbing fast. My hips rocking into his hand. My breathing fracturing.
He pulled his fingers out. I whimpered.
"Not yet." He stood. Stripped. His body bare in the dim light of his bedroom, Atlanta glowing behind him through the windows. His dick hard, curved, heavy. He climbed back onto the bed. Between my legs. Positioned himself.
Instead of entering me, he laid his dick on top of my pussy. The full weight and heat of him resting against my folds. Against my clit.
Then he rocked. Forward. Slow. The head of his dick dragging across my clit. Stroking through my wetness without going inside. The friction. The tease. I could feel every ridge of him sliding over the most sensitive part of me while his hands stayed on my breasts. Pinching my nipples. Twisting.
"You like being tied up?" His voice low. His hips still stroking. The head of his dick nudging my clit on every pass.
"Yes, Daddy."
His jaw tightened. His fingers twisted harder. The pain shot straight down and I felt myself pulse against him. Dripping. The head of his dick was slick with me now, gliding easier, and the sensation of him rubbing against my clit while he pinched my nipples had me trembling.
"My Orchid gets wet from power," he said. His eyes on the place where his dick met my pussy. Watching himself stroke through me.
"I get wet from you."
He sucked my pussy into his mouth. No warning. His lips sealed around my clit and his tongue stroked up through me, long and flat, then pointed, flicking, then flat again. My back arched off the bed. My wrists pulled against the silk.
He pushed inside. One slow stroke. Filling me completely. The stretch familiar and devastating every time. My mouth falling open. My eyes trying to close.
"Eyes on me, Nailah."
I kept them open. Watched his face while he fucked me slow. Deep. Full-length strokes that pulled out until just the head remained and then drove back in to the hilt. His pelvis grinding against my clit at the bottom of every stroke. Deliberate. Patient. Making me feel every inch.
"I love you," he said. His hips not changing rhythm. His eyes locked on mine. Steady. "I love you, Nailah."
My chest cracked open. The words landing in the soft place behind my sternum that I'd kept locked my entire life. The place nobody had ever been invited into.
"I love you," I said back. My voice breaking on it. My eyes burning. My pussy gripping him tighter. “Fuck, I love you too."
He leaned down. Kissed me. Deep. His tongue in my mouth while his body moved inside mine. Lovemaking and fucking at the same time. Tender and relentless. His hand finding my jaw, holding my face to his while his hips drove deeper. Faster.
"Untie me," I whispered against his mouth. "I need to touch you."
He reached up. Pulled the knot free in one motion. My arms fell. My hands found him immediately. His face. His jaw. His neck. His ass, pulling him deeper into me. Skin to skin. His weight on me. His lips on mine. My legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
We moved together. No one in charge. No one directing. Just two bodies who knew each other finding the rhythm that belonged to them. My hips rising to meet his. His hands cradling my head. Foreheads pressed together. Breathing the same air.
"Right there," I whispered. "Stay right there."
He stayed. Slow. Deep. Grinding into that spot inside me while his pelvis pressed against my clit and I stared into his eyes the whole time. Watched them go soft. Watched them get wet. Watched a man fall apart inside of me.
I came quiet. A deep, rolling warmth that started in my chest and spread downward. My pussy pulsing around him in slow waves. My body arching against his. A sound leaving my mouth that was half moan, half sob, the cry of a woman being loved fully for the first time in her life.
He followed. His face buried in my neck. His groan vibrating through my throat. His body shaking. His hands gripping the sheets beside my head while he emptied himself inside me with a tenderness that made everything we'd done before this feel preliminary.
This was the point. Everything before was the journey. This quiet, intimate, unhurried moment in his bed with Atlanta beneath us and my body beneath his and love between us. This was the destination.
Silence. The good kind. Two bodies cooling. The city through the windows. Atlanta glowing beneath us.
His hand in my hair. Slow. Stroking.
"Jarvis."
"Yeah."
I pressed my face into his chest. Felt his heart beating against my cheek. Steady.
"Thank you," I said. "For teaching me what I was capable of wanting."
His arms tightened around me.
"I knew I was the shit," I continued. "I always knew that. But I didn't know I was allowed to ask for what I wanted and have someone give it to me without making me feel like I was too much."
"You're never too much." His voice quiet. Full.
"I know." I looked up at him. His face in the dark. The softness in his eyes. "You just gave me the room to comfortably say it."
He kissed my forehead. My nose. My lips. Slow. Deep. The kind of kiss that doesn't lead to sex because it's already said everything sex could say.
"I love you," he said against my lips.
"I love you too."
I settled against him. His arm around me. My leg thrown over his. The silk scarf pooled on the pillow above us like a blue river.
I closed my eyes.
What are you capable of wanting?
Everything.
And I finally had the voice to ask for it.