Chapter 9 #2
“Shit.” Whatever’s left of my control shatters, and I lift her.
“No, don’t take me to the bed. I want you like this, wanton and reckless.”
“Like this?” My words shake, and my hands shake as I lower her to the floor. With her backed against the door, I press my weight fully against her, and my unyielding granite dick, pinned between us, strains to get home.
Trapping her face between my hands against the wall, I kiss her hard and deep and long. She’s soft and yielding under my tense body, and I need to make this good for her—no, spectacular—before I let myself go.
Wedging a leg between her thighs, I slide a hand inside her pants and curl my fingers into the place I’ve longed to touch. Reaching her hot, creamy pussy nearly sends me over the edge, and I bite my lip, pressing my forehead against hers as she moans.
“Trick, you have no idea how much—”
“I have an idea.” I grit out the words and take in a few deep breaths before I move another muscle as she squirms against my fingers.
Staring into her deep, remarkable eyes, I tell her how much I need her without words and slide her pants down to her thighs.
She bites her lip, her eyes hot on mine, and slides a hand down to my zipper, lowers it, and reaches in to grasp hold of my dick, finding it unerringly through my boxers before I can think of stopping her.
My heart almost explodes in my chest, and I grit my teeth to hold onto my shit before my dick erupts in her hand. “Fifi.” I strangle her name with tension and close my eyes to get a grip on my control.
“Let me make you come first,” I manage to rasp.
“Please.” I’m desperate to please her, but it’s extra difficult, like I’m holding back a level twenty on my dick’s Richter scale.
Covering her hand with mine, I carefully remove it.
Then I press my body so close she has no chance to touch me now.
Sliding my hands around to hold her bare ass, I squeeze my eyes shut against the need to pump into her.
Taking a shaky inhale, I layer kisses on her face, her mouth, her hair as she wraps her arms around me.
She murmurs, “You can do whatever you want to me, Trick. I trust you more than I can say.” Her words rush like thunder in my ears as I growl with satisfaction and something else, driving me to move.
Trailing kisses down the scented column of her neck, I shudder when I reach her pulse point and feel how fast and hot it is. I want more, beyond her soft sweater where her chest rises and falls rapidly.
Finding her eyes with mine, as my hands travel over the curve of her plump breasts, I take hold of her sweater and pull it up. Her look of surprise fades, and all I see is the invitation of a temptress, like I’ve unveiled an angel to reveal a naughty girl.
I pull the sweater over her head and toss it somewhere. She shivers, and I hold her close as I unhook her bra and pull it from her, letting it fall to the floor.
“Oh my god, I’ve never felt so wanton or wanted,” she whispers in my ear as I hug her perfect, soft body to me, registering every curve of her smooth, warm skin and soaking her in, absorbing her like waves of pleasure.
My dick trembles with impatience, and I loosen my hold, allowing a whisper of space as I nibble her earlobe. It’s becoming my favorite snack, and I could live on the taste and scent of the delicacy, the nub reminding me of what her pussy holds for me.
“I want to kiss you all over, every part of you, over and over until I memorize every inch.” As I say the words, I kiss her soft, elegant jawline, her long, graceful neck as it pulses hot and wild, her enticing collarbone, in small, delicate circles, tasting her beauty, consuming her goodness, her essence.
When I reach the swell of her breasts, I pause to watch as her rapid breathing moves them up and down, fascinating me, tempting me without mercy.
My mouth comes down reflexively, and I lick and swirl my tongue around her hard, rosy nipple.
She moans, not even knowing she’s taunting me, daring me to taunt her back, and I flick my tongue.
She cries out and pushes her hips into mine.
“Triiiick…” She says my name like it’s a plea, and I know what she wants.
Holding her hips in place, I suck on her nipple and graze it with my teeth as she squirms and grasps my hair like she’s holding on for dear life.
Sliding my face down her body in a trail of kisses, pulling her pants, panties, and everything off with her help as I go, when my mouth reaches her navel, I dig my fingers into the flesh of her magnificent ass and inhale the scent of her.
Almost dizzy with need, like I’m a starving man—and maybe I am because I don’t ever remember wanting to eat a woman so much, so intensely, like she’s the medicine that will save my life—I kneel in front of her and nudge her thighs apart.
The meal in front of me takes my breath away as I gaze at her beautiful swollen pussy up close.
Her folds glisten, inviting me to drink, to take her in my mouth and lick her up, to nibble and taste and eat until I’ve taken everything, until I’ve given her the universe, orgasms so big and powerful and everlasting that she sees all the stars.
“Trick,” she whispers my name this time, running her fingers through my hair. “Do you know how much I want you, how much I adore you?” Her soft words undo me, and I growl.
Then I kiss her, burying my mouth in her hot soaking pussy as I hold onto her ass and listen to her tortured moans as I lick and suck and nibble, circling her folds closer and closer to her nub, feeling it swell and harden into a sweet marble.
She squirms and jerks as she holds my hair tightly in her fingers, pushing me closer, shameless in her mindless need, not caring if she suffocates me. The idea makes me growl like a man denied too long, and I give in, taking hold of her clit in my teeth and grazing them over her hypersensitive nub.
She screams and spasms, clenching her thighs hard around me, but I’m strong, and her orgasm thrusts me into a mindless reflexive response.
I don’t let up or let go, relentlessly flicking and licking and sucking on her nub, drinking every ounce of her savory juices like they’re a life-giving drug when I was about to die.
“Oh my god, oh my god. Trick, oh god…” She screams and tenses so tightly, her body convulses in ecstasy, repeating my name with each intense clench, over and over, breathing in gasps until I feel her knees buckle.
I catch her, holding her and stand with her in my arms. I carry her to the bed as she wraps her arms around me, kissing me, murmuring soft words of praise and love, making me feel like the strongest, tallest, smartest man in the world.
And yet, I still don’t feel up to claiming her as mine, not officially, not in every way I should want to, except physically.