Chapter Thirty One #2
I slide two fingers inside her. She’s so wet, so tight, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice. I curl them, finding that spot, and her back arches clear off the mattress.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps. I can’t withhold my smile.
Working her with my mouth and my hand, I set a pace that has her tethering on the edge of the abyss she’s chasing.
A synchronized rhythm builds between her breathing and the tremors running through her thighs.
Her fingers scramble against my scalp, as I draw a long, flat stroke across her clit with my tongue.
She whimpers, a protest that vibrates through her entire body.
“Not yet,” I murmur against her soaked skin, my voice hoarse to my own ears.
“You’re not ready yet.” I lick her again, my fingers pulling out and thrusting back inside of her in quick succession.
Despite wanting her to be trembling on the edge for as long as possible, I also crave her taste.
Crave her pleasure. I want Meg to forget any other touch but this one.
My fingers pump in and out of her while my mouth worships her clit until she’s writhing with a ragged sob.
“Thi, I can’t,” she chokes out. “I’m going to—” I lift my head just enough to meet her gaze. Her blue eyes are wide, unfocused and silently pleading.
“Okay, Amorzinha. Cum for me.” I lower my mouth again.
This time, I suck her clit harshly between my lips, flicking my tongue over the tip in rapid, tiny strokes.
Her cry pierces the air. Her heels dig into the small of my back, holding me against her as her hips begin to rock against my face.
The orgasm builds, clenching around my fingers as she falls apart on a strangled moan.
Refusing to slow, I see her through her climax, withdrawing my fingers to lick her clean.
Again, she tastes divine. Lifting my head, I catch the moment her rigid body slumps.
She’s wrecked. Her hair wild, skin flushed, chest heaving.
So fucking beautiful. I can’t stop the swell of pride in my chest that I’ve done that.
Pushing to my feet, I strip off my pants and in the next moment, Meg is shooting to sit upright.
I barely have time to flinch as her hand wraps around my cock as soon as it springs free.
The shock of her rough palm on my shaft makes my vision blur.
“Puta merda, Meg. It’s not a crosse, you know.
You don’t have to be so forceful with it.
” A soft giggle reaches my ears as I blink some clarity back into my eyes.
It’s Meg’s turn to smile, a hint of mischievousness present in her flushed expression.
She strokes me once, a firm pull from root to tip that produces a bead of precum.
Holding my eyeline, Meg leans forward and pokes her tongue out, licking the moisture away. I capture her wrist, stilling her.
“Another time,” I just about manage to croak.
I’m not coming this far just to cum too soon.
Easing her back on the bed, I sidestep to grab a rubber from the bedside table.
No questions are needed as I’ve already stated my intentions.
I’m here for Meg. To challenge her, comfort her, fuck her, love her. Whatever she needs.
Once the condom is pulled into place, I lean over her again, bracing my weight on my forearms. My body covers hers completely.
The heat of her skin sears me, the beat of her heart hammering against my chest. I position myself at her entrance, the broad head of my cock nudging against her wetness.
We both freeze, preparing for the moment that seals our fate for good.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” I breathe. Meg stares up at me, not a trace of fear or regret in her eyes. Instead, there’s hunger mixed with adoration.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she smiles, wrapping her legs around my waist. I smirk back, the locking of her ankles nudging me to press in closer.
“You would have run a mile.” Any response Meg had is swallowed by the groans that escape us both as I push inside.
She’s. So. Tight. My teeth grind together, her pussy squeezing my cock until I’m blinded by the ache of pleasure.
My biceps tremble with effort to keep me from collapsing, her slick heat sheathing me inch by agonizing inch.
I fill her completely, stalling as sweat pebbles my forehead.
“You okay?” I manage to grind out. Meg nods, although her mouth is open on a silent cry and her nails are biting into my shoulders. I drop my forehead to hers, allowing our breaths to mix as we both adjust. She’s mine now. Truly mine.
Meg moves first, a subtle roll of her hips that makes us both gasp.
I pull back, almost sliding out before thrusting in again, slower this time.
The drag is exquisite, a friction that borders on pain.
Her cunt grips me, begging for more. I set a relentless pace, all of my bravado about making this last packing its bags and seeing itself out.
There’s no holding back from the intense, animalistic desire to claim her. I'll savor her next time.
Driving into her with months of pent-up need, Meg’s eyes drift closed, her head being thrown back.
I kiss the column of her throat, tasting the salt on her skin.
The bedframe creaks in protest, the headboard banging against the wall.
She twists, her mouth claiming mine, her fingers clawing into my hair.
I almost pass out when she scores lines across my scalp, my brain short-wiring.
In an effort to regain the control I’m rapidly losing, my hand slides between us, finding her clit again.
Almost instantly, Meg shatters. Her orgasm catches us both off guard, her inner walls clamping down on me.
I release her mouth to curse again, and her cry becomes muffled against my shoulder, her body arching beneath mine.
I keep moving, riding her through it, my own release building.
As soon as Meg’s body goes slack, I slow to a stop, burying myself inside of her.
“I…I want to make sure it’s good…for you,” I mutter, my blood on fire in my veins. Meg stirs, her eyelids fluttering open. Her gaze is hazy and sated, but it finds mine. She clamps her hands around my face, her fingers shaking slightly.
“You’re good for me. Now show me how much.”
Swallowing, I nod, a faint smile hitching the corners of my mouth.
I start to move again, a shallow, grinding rock of my hips.
It’s almost too much for both of us. The overstimulation makes her flinch, then moan, her body arching into me once again.
Sitting back on my knees and grabbing her ass, I lift Meg higher and drive into her deeper.
I become a man possessed, thrusting without any rhythm, only the need of release.
How many times have I fucked my hand wishing it was her, wishing this was my view?
Sinking my teeth into my lip, my hips snap with reckless abandon.
“Come for me, Thiago,” Meg breathes, her voice wrecked. Her nails scrape across my thighs. “I want to feel it.”
That’s all it takes to tip me over the edge.
I pound into her one last time, deep enough for a white-hot rush to burst through me.
Groaning a guttural sound, my body shudders as I spill myself inside the condom in overwhelming pulses.
I imagine there’s no barrier in the way, that I’m exploding directly into her core, but I wouldn’t be so reckless. Not even in the height of lust.
Meg rocks with me, coaxing my orgasm on until I collapse, catching my weight on my forearms at the last second.
I’m buried in her, our skin slick with sweat, the air potent with the scent of sex.
My heart hammers a frantic beat, slowly finding its way back to normality.
Still, I don’t withdraw from her. Meg doesn’t try to rush us apart either.
Her fingers trace my ribs, continuing to explore me. Her breath is warm on my shoulder.
I bask in this feeling, this bed, this incredible woman. I thought I had it bad for Meg before, but now, I’m a goner. I’d do anything she asked, which for a cyber hacker, probably isn’t the best mindset but the notion remains. I’m a one-woman man, and I’ve found the one I want to keep as my own.