Chapter Twenty-Four #2
I scooted closer, leaving less than a single thrust between us. I was indebted to whoever built this table, because Stetson’s height lined up perfectly with it. He broke our lips apart, dropping his tongue to my neck, the tiny hairs of his mustache felt like a million little sparks.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, speaking the words directly into my skin.
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” I begged.
“Show me.” His voice was low as he demanded me to oblige.
I desperately grabbed his hand and ran it from my chest down the center of my body until he finally landed on the spot that was craving him the most. Without hesitation, I pushed his fingers in, the rush of pleasure knocking the wind right out of me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Scarlett.” The low grumble of his voice was laced with a world of want, and the way he said my name was almost possessive, making it nearly impossible not to come completely undone and melt right into his arms.
“I need more. I need you,” I breathed. “All of you.”
In an instant, his hand was gone and replaced by the part of him I’d desired most. His eyes met mine in what I could only assume was an attempt to prepare me for what was coming next. With one thrust, he pushed inside me, taking my breath hostage.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head reacting with an uncontrollable dart backward. “You feel so good.”
I hugged him, pressing his head farther into my chest. I needed him to be as close to me as physically possible, and even then, it still wasn’t close enough.
His rhythm never broke stride and he somehow managed to get deeper with every plunge, even as his tongue skated around my nipple. Pleasure erupted in multiple areas, sending shock waves through my body and vibrations down my spine.
“You taste even better when I’m inside of you,” he panted. “I swear, nothing has ever felt anything like this.”
I gripped the edge of the wooden table. “Stetson.” His name pulsed through my mouth and lingered around on my lips. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, especially if you keep sayin’ my name like that,” he answered, his breaths coming quicker than before.
I was close, and I could tell in the way his subtle moans were getting stronger that he was right there with me.
I’d never felt this amount of pleasure, and I’d never craved someone else this badly. Even if I didn’t orgasm, this was the best sex I’d ever had.
My eyes slammed shut, our heavy breaths syncing together with the movement of our bodies.
And just when I thought he might finish, he slowed, nearly pulling himself completely out of me and with it came a moan so desperate I should’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t.
“You said you wouldn’t stop,” I pleaded.
“I also said that a body like yours deserves to be worshipped. Remember that?”
His voice forced my eyes open to find him staring back at me with a sinister grin painted across his face.
A wildfire erupted, growing more out of control as I watched him make his way back to his knees. This time his mouth consumed me in every sense of the word, his tongue moving in a way that made it impossible not to be vocal.
“Holy shit,” I moaned.
“Oh, you like that, huh?”
“I might actually come,” I admitted.
Without warning, he stopped. “What do you mean you might actually come?”
I whimpered in the absence of his mouth.
“Did you doubt me?” he questioned. “That I could make you come.”
“Not you specifically.” My breath was ragged. “Just in general.”
“Wait a minute. You’re not saying what I think you’re saying, are you?”
He had me in a compromising position, and I would’ve said anything if it made him go back to what he’d been doing.
“No one’s ever made me come.” The truth slipped right through my lips and I didn’t even care, I just needed his mouth on me again.
He lifted his chin and focused on me with one eyebrow quirked. “This really is about to be the ride of your life.”
I didn’t even have time to respond before he dipped his head back down, finding the exact spot where he’d left off, pulling, yet again, another desperate moan from deep inside of me.
In alliance with his tongue, his fingers worked just as hard, finding the parts of me that craved his touch, massaging them until I almost couldn’t take it any longer.
“Stetson.” I whimpered his name, taking a second to catch my breath. “I’m going to—”
The comment prompted him to prowl up my body and within seconds, he’d found himself back inside of me. This time I wrapped my legs around his lower half to feel him even deeper.
Our mouths found one another again, our bodies more in sync than ever as the rhythm picked up.
His fingers went back to massaging all the right places while he continually thrusted into me. The extra effort on his part ensured I didn’t lose my edge.
This time we were both close.
A groan left his chest and rattled through me. “Fuck,” he said. “I’m gonna come.”
The euphoria made me feel light, like a feather that might simply float away.
“I’m so close,” I said, my body filled to the brim, and I could feel myself tipping, about to spill over.
“Look at me.” He wasn’t asking. “I want to watch you.”
His words were more than enough to send me catapulting over the edge, the feeling of pleasure so overwhelming that my body tensed, releasing only when I felt him pulsing inside of me.
It was only then that both of us fully lost control, reaching peak climax almost simultaneously. Everything went silent except for the electricity that buzzed between us. Our bodies collapsed into one another, limp and exhausted from what had just transpired.
I mustered every ounce of energy I had left, pulling him closer. “That was a helluva ride,” I said, my chest heaving up and down as I whispered into his ear.