48 Kimmy #2
He grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and slid it off over my head. He was slow, almost methodical, like he was terrified of doing something wrong.
"Hey," I said, resting my hand on his cheek. "Don't treat me like something broken. The last thing I need for this is to define my entire life and the way people behave around me."
"How do you want me to behave around you?" he asked in a strained raspy rumble.
I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, "Like a woman you want to fuck into the next solar system."
When our eyes met in the dimness of the room, his were different. Lustful and a little unhinged.
"There you go," I breathed out and laid back onto the blanket, baring myself to him entirely.
He shook as he leaned in. His lips touched the fading bruising on my throat first, then slipped down to my shoulder, my chest.
Every mark still left on my skin… He kissed it away.
When his mouth reached the waistband of my panties, he looked at me for permission.
I nodded, suddenly self-aware of the fact that I was primed and ready to go. Would he like it? Would he be surprised? Would he care at all?
He hissed as he hooked his fingers around the lace fabric of my panties. My own pulse was a fast drum in my ears as he slipped the underwear down my legs and tossed it somewhere.
Then he gently parted my legs with his hand and kissed the inside of my thighs, my knees, my hip bones, then moved up to my stomach and my breasts. He ran his tongue over my nipple, then sucked it between his lips and pinched it with his teeth.
I gasped and arched my back. A flash of pleasure rushed down my limbs, warm and new.
"Is this what you like?" he asked darkly.
I nodded frantically, not ready or able to talk.
He moved down to my stomach again. Licked my belly button and settled between my legs.
When he swiped his tongue over my pussy, I heard myself moan from the contact.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I just allowed myself to feel him.
To feel his mouth on my sex, to feel his hands, rough and hot and careful, holding me as I squirmed on the bedcovers.
"You're so wet," he whispered, teasing my clit.
"Your fault," I managed to murmur between mewling sounds I was making.
He pinched it first, gave it a few moments, flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud. Pinch. Lick. Pinch. Lick.
I was overstimulated and aching and wiggling on the bed like I was possessed.
Everything between my legs was a wet, throbbing mess.
He pulled away for a moment and I almost complained.
"Shhh," he husked out.
Next I felt two fingers slip inside me.
My body's response was immediate. I nearly came on the spot from the sensation of the intrusion. My inner walls squeezed around him. My breathing grew erratic, not rhythm. Just pure madness.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Ah," was all I could produce, shoving myself against his fingers.
He didn't rush it. He moved his digits inside me slowly at first, building and building, until I was shaking, until I was begging him to let me come.
I wanted him inside me for real so bad it hurt.
"Please," I said. "I need more than that."
He withdrew his fingers, then plunged them back into my pussy but added a third one. He curled them while rubbing his thumb over my clit. I felt dizzy, ready to take his entire hand if he wanted to do that to me. My insides pulsed, my hole demanded to be filled to its limit.
He kept it up, fucking me with his digits for what seemed like forever. But every time I was on the brink of coming, he pulled back. The next time he did, he didn't resume.
My back arched up. I whimpered from the loss.
He kissed my stomach and murmured in a low, strained voice, "Hold on, baby."
I clamped my hand over my mouth, biting my index finger, listening to him move on the bed and watching him from the darkened corner of my eye. The mattress shifted as he reached for his pants on the floor. I saw a glint of the condom wrapper.
So, he'd come prepared. He'd been expecting or wanting this.
The thought only made me wetter. With my other hand, I reached down and stroked my clit.
He looked at me with feral eyes where I touched myself, tore the corner of the wrapper with his teeth, and rolled the condom over his cock.
His eyes moved up my body and met my gaze.
I pulled my hand away from my mouth and bit into my bottom lip, waiting for him and feeling like I was about to combust. I spasmed inside as I kept teasing myself.
My pulse was a runaway train, crashing into objects on its way into the abyss.
He positioned himself between my legs and rocked gently against my sex, rubbing his cock over my entrance. My body reacted instantly—something inside me, right near the apex of my thighs caught alight. The combined stimulation of my fingers and his head did strange things to my pussy.
"Are you going to tease me all night long?" I whined. "Is this turning you on? Watching me please myself?" I slowly removed my hand letting him take charge entirely.
"Do I not look turned on to the max?" he asked, something that looked like the beginning of a smirk tilted the corner of his mouth. "There's no more room for teasing."
He rested his hands on my legs careful to avoid the irritated skin, kissed my left knee, dragged his lips higher, then straightened up and wrapped his fingers over my thighs to keep me in place.
My pussy was dripping wet when he pushed the head of his cock into me.
"Oh…fuck," he choked on the words as he entered me. "You're soaked." I felt him swell even more.
He was big and it would hurt taking him all in. I already knew it, and for some sick reason, the anticipation excited me even more.
He went slow at first, driving into me inch by inch until I felt so full, I could hardly breathe.
The pain from the stretch was strangely exquisite.
He leaned forward a little and I felt his hand cradling the back of my head. We were motionless for a few seconds while my body was desperately trying to accommodate his size.
"I can stop," he choked out.
"I don't want you to stop," I whispered, meeting his gaze. "I want you to go harder." I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs around his waist, the heels of my feet on his ass.
He waited a second, looking at me with those black lust-consumed eyes, then with one powerful thrust drove his cock into my pussy, burying it to the hilt.
I cried out, shaken from the sudden intrusion.
It made me dizzy—fusing with him like this, becoming one. My eyes rolled back and I lost myself to the sensation for a moment.
I heard a broken groan. It sounded as if he was unraveling with me.
"I want you so bad," I whispered. "I never wanted anything or anyone so much."
He moved, withdrawing his cock a little, then slamming it into me. I shuddered, grabbed onto him tighter. He pulled out and snapped his hips back in, stretching me even more.
"Is that how you like it?" he gritted out.
I nodded, several feverish movements of my chin.
He thrust again. And again. And again. Exactly the way I asked him to. Raw and hard.
He fucked me like he meant it. Like he wanted to erase every bad thing that had ever happened to me. Like he wanted to imprint his body onto mine.
I felt myself building, every nerve on fire. It went on and on until he slipped his hands underneath me, and lifted me up from the bedsheets. His cock was inside me while we changed positions. Suddenly, he was seated and I was straddling him. My knees were buried into the mess of blankets.
I leaned in and kissed his lips. He traced the inside of my mouth with his tongue.
"You taste amazing," he murmured as he grabbed my hips and guided me up and down along his length, creating a brutal kind of pace that I was hardly able to keep up.
The shift in angle made me feel new, absolutely devastatingly unimaginable things. His cock was hitting some magical spot inside me that had me seeing stars and fireworks and the supernova. I was shaking with need and lust.
It was the kind of madness that brought incredible bliss, and I didn't want it to end.
One minute time froze and the next it morphed into an eternity. The room was filled with our moans and sounds of skin slapping and the bed's rattle across the concrete floor.
I couldn't find the right words to describe what we were doing. It wasn't lovemaking, as we didn't share that kind of relationship. At least, that's what I thought. But we weren't complete strangers either. Calling it more than an act of sex didn't seem right. But also didn't seem wrong.
That's how my hazy mind rationalized this in those rare pockets of clarity that hit me when I wasn't on my way to another climax.
God, no man had ever made me come so many times before in one go.
I was swimming, a series of clouds scattered across the sky. And he was the lightning. All hard muscle and damp tangled hair and ragged breathing of a man on the verge of something monumental.
We fucked and fucked until my body couldn't take it anymore, until every part of me was sweaty and exhausted and ready to finally break apart. It was as though he released millions of sparkles into my bloodstream. They all went off at the same time.
My pussy spasmed around his throbbing cock.
His body stiffened.
I felt the change in his punishing rhythm, heard his choked grunt as he tried to hold out just a bit longer, to make it last another second.
I climaxed so hard I forgot where I was, forgot who I was.
I screamed his name and bit his shoulder while he held me in his strong arms. The orgasm that poured over me was so strong, the edges of my vision darkened.
I even thought I checked out for a fraction of a second.
Was this even possible? Was this that mysterious nirvana?
He came almost at the same time, head thrown back, mouth open, and I watched his face through the blur in my eyes as it happened. Watched all his lines go slack. Watched the drops of sweat on his skin. Watched his pulse vibrate on the side of his neck.