Chapter 15 #2
“Sit,” he bites out, yanking me all the way down, “meaning suffocate me.”
Doing exactly as I’m told, I sit back fully, fulfilled with waves of pleasure all at once. I become feral, lost in the moment completely. My clit swells beneath his tongue as I grind myself against his mouth.
Time seems to stop. My desperate whimpers and sharp breaths fill the room, as I lean forward, placing both hands on his chest to keep from falling over.
My nerves begin to ignite and, with shaking legs and curled toes, I ride his face harder, rolling my hips faster.
Taking in the sight of his chiseled abdomen, I lean forward, wrapping my fingers around his hard, thick cock.
He groans harshly, the sound muffled by my pussy and thighs. With my tongue, I wipe away the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Dying to taste him once more, I suck him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he growls, his body stiffening beneath me.
I don’t mention that this is my first time experiencing sixty-nine.
I also never thought I would enjoy it this much—but here I am, orgasming intensely while he bucks his hips, thrusting himself deeper into my throat.
My breathing hitches as I ride his face aggressively, sitting back more fully.
Wincing from the pressure of his fingertips pressed into the top of my thighs, I release his cock from my mouth with a wet, plop.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out, my voice hoarse, lifting myself up and collapsing beside him.
He must’ve torn off his mask at some point. Letting out sharp, jagged breaths, his lips and chin glistening with my wetness, he looks my way.
“I want to wake up to the taste of you every morning,” he murmurs.
“I have never come so many times, or this hard, in my whole life,” I confess breathlessly, completely in awe. “Hell, I’ve never had an orgasm with anyone before. How the fuck is this possible?”
He shrugs nonchalantly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “Don’t hype me too much,” he says teasingly. “Again, bare minimum.”
Still panting, I continue to stare into his piercing eyes, engulfed by the sudden desire to want nothing more than to finish him. I can already tell how sore I am from earlier, but I don’t care. If anything, I crave the pain, just to be able to feel him throbbing inside me again.
Catching him off guard, I climb onto him, my thighs tightly hugging his hips. He stares up at me with heated eyes, watching me intently as I spit in my hand, coating the thick, rosy head of his cock with my saliva.
He takes my full breasts in his hands, his thumbs lightly grazing my puckered nipples. I position him at my entrance and lower myself onto him slowly, remaining still. Just the tip is already enough to have me wincing. Fuck, it hurts.
His lips part, and with an open mouth, tongue piercing glinting, he throws back his head.
Sucking in a quick breath, I sit down fully, taking him completely, his big cock stretching me wide.
I cry out, fighting through the discomfort, taking pride in the sharp groan that escapes him.
He’s so deep, it’s almost as if I can feel him in my stomach.
I hold myself there, allowing my body to accommodate his size.
“Fucking hell, Nora,” he grits out, gripping my ass firmly as he swells inside me. “That’s right. Make it fit.”
“You’re so fucking big,” I gasp, rolling my hips slowly. A strangled breath rolls off my lips as I slide up and down his length, my inner walls gripping him tight. “God, it hurts.”
“I know, baby,” he coos. “Have you had enough?”
“Not even close.”
With that, I begin to ride him, finding the perfect rhythm, a beautiful mixture of both pleasure and pain coursing through me. His hands explore my body as I bounce on his cock, my ass smacking against his hips loudly.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he bites out.
His sharp moans are my encouragement to go faster, to take every inch my body allows. With slow, controlled movements, I come down harder, meeting each thrust of his hips.
“Oh…fuck, princess,” he sharply inhales, sitting upright until we’re chest to chest. He wraps his arms around my back, holding me close. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he warns.
Cupping my ass with his hands, he guides my movements, bringing me down harder and faster. The second he reaches between my legs and sweeps his thumb between my folds, I flinch.
My mouth falls open with a silent O. We share intense eye contact, and with slow, circular motions he works my clit.He quickly grabs the vibrator and holds it against me, ensuring a guaranteed orgasm.
Sensitive as ever, my nerves igniting, I’m thrown over the edge.
A deep climax swallows me whole as I grind myself against him, my soft, desperate whimpers bouncing off the walls.
“I’m close, baby,” he rushes out, his eyes piercing through mine. “Where do you want it?”
“Let me taste you,” I answer.
With that, he wraps an arm around my back and lifts me off him, pulling out of me.
He kneels, working his cock with his hand as I get on my knees before him.
I take him into my mouth without hesitation, sucking hard while stroking him with both hands.
Running his fingers through my hair, he thrusts forward, cursing out profanities and breathing sharply.
Staring up at him through my lashes, I take him deeper, gagging violently, but not looking away from his eyes for even a second. With long spurts he finds his release, coming hard, filling my mouth completely.
“Don’t swallow yet,” he warns, quickly pulling out.
Suddenly he’s grabbing my jaw firmly and prying my mouth back open with his thumb. Hovering above me, he tilts my head back while staring deep into my eyes.
“Show me,” he directs, his voice tight.
Feeling the warmth of him, I stick out my tongue, opening wider.
“Good girl,” he whispers in approval, lightly smacking the side of my face. The second he spits into my mouth, I fold. “Now swallow for me.”
With my endorphins skyrocketing, I obey, my heart pounding from excitement. Holy fucking shit, that was hot. A fantasy come to life.
Am I drooling?
Smirking, he wipes the wetness from the corner of my lips.
Shit. I am.
“Come here,” he says soothingly, bringing me into his arms.
Lying on our sides, my back to his chest, we embrace each other tightly. His body feels like a furnace against mine. We’re both slick with sweat. Exhaustion takes over me. My mind feels a calmness I’ve never felt before.
He lightly scratches my back, then combs his fingers through my hair. My eyes grow heavier by the second.
“How are you feeling, love?” he whispers, his lips beside my ear.
“Incredible, and sleepy,” I whisper back, still tasting him in the back of my throat.
“I’m going to refill your water, okay?” he asks.
I nod, letting out a small breath.
I close my eyes for what feels like a second when suddenly I feel something gently stroking my shoulder.
When I open my eyes, he’s kneeling beside the bed, glass in hand.
Once I finish the glass, he returns with another warm towel and cleans between my legs.
My skin feels deliciously raw. I can’t help but watch him, admiring the way he takes my feelings into account.
After this experience with Lucien, aftercare is another new requirement for me.
“Can I get you anything else?” he questions attentively.
“Mmm, I don’t think so.”
“Do you want me to run you a bath? I can carry you there,” he offers.
“It’s okay. I’m too tired, anyways, but I do really have to pee,” I admit.
Before I can even make sense of it, he’s lifting me into his arms bridal style and carrying me to the bathroom.
“Holy princess treatment,” I point out, laughing.
“I got you, baby girl,” he replies playfully, holding me against his masculine chest. “Is this too much?”
“Bare minimum.”
“Good girl. You’re learning.”
What a king.
Big dick energy, for sure.
He leaves the room after placing me on my feet, and I find myself giggling and smiling. What a night. This experience has taught me so much about myself. I’ve taken back a lot of the confidence I’ve lost over the years. It feels so freeing.
After returning to my room, I pull down the sheets and join him in bed, snuggling into his arms beneath my cozy comforter. With my face pressed against his chest, the steady, soothing beat of his heart is the last thing I hear before dozing off.