Chapter 7 #2
He pulled me onto his lap, pressing up against me, needing more of me.
My fingers curled into the fabric of his tunic, gripping tight as he wrapped his arms around me.
Tension was pooling low in my belly, need unfurling through me like a storm about to break.
Our kisses turned deeper, more demanding, as if neither of us could get enough of the other.
His hand roamed further down my back, grabbing handfuls of my bottom as he pulled me closer.
Straddling his hips, I could feel the hardened length of him between us, touching the most sensitive parts of me.
I moaned softly against his lips. I was completely lost in him, lost in us, consumed by every stroke of his tongue, every press of his body, every touch of his fingertips.
There was no space between us, only want and need.
We broke apart, both panting, foreheads pressed together. He traced his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. His eyes met mine, and his voice was rough and low. “I’ve wanted to do that for longer than I can remember.”
My hands were now resting on his chest, my heart hammering in time with his. All rational thought was lost to me. I leaned in closer, my lips teasing his, as I whispered, “Please don’t stop.”
Forrest wrapped his arms underneath my thighs and behind my back, lifted me up, and carried me to my bedroom, stumbling and walking into things, as our lips couldn’t bear to be apart for more than a few seconds.
He laid me down on the bed, his body on top of mine, and placed his arms on either side of me, leaning in for another kiss.
His mouth moved methodically from my lips, then to my cheek and to my neck.
His tongue glided up along the curve of my throat, sending chills throughout my body.
I whimpered as he dragged his teeth along my earlobe.
My entire body was at odds with the competing sensations of pain and pleasure.
I reached for the hem of his tunic and started to pull it up over him.
Forrest sat up and took over for me, ever the gentleman.
I took the opportunity to catch my breath and slow my heart rate while taking in the view.
His chest was chiselled perfection. His abs belonged on a statue, and he had a delicious dusting of dark hair that started at his navel and ended underneath the waistband of his pants.
I sat up on my knees, grabbed him by his pants, and pulled him toward me. “Let me get these,” I said as I pushed him down onto his back on the bed.
As if compelled, my mouth was on his again.
Making my way down his body, I placed gentle kisses all over his chest, nipples, and stomach.
Once I reached the muscular line above his hips, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off with his undergarments, tossing them onto the bedroom floor.
I looked down and could barely contain my excitement at the sight of him.
I loved a challenge. A bead of precum welled at the top of his swollen head, moments from spilling over.
I smiled up at him as I placed my tongue on the head, slowly licking the tip.
A delicious strand of precum stretched between my tongue and him.
A low growl came out of him as I buried his cock in my mouth and slid up and down the length of him, swirling my tongue along the bottom of his shaft in little figure eights.
He ran his hand softly through my hair before grabbing a fistful and directing the movements of my mouth along his hardened length.
I took in as much of him as I could, tears running down my face, straddling the thin line of my gag reflex.
The aching spot between my thighs had become drenched.
The seams of my undergarments brushed against my clit, and my hips moved with excited urgency into the hot friction.
He shuddered as I opened my throat and tried to take in more of him.
After a few more thrusts, he grabbed my chin and lifted my head up to face him. “That feels way too good, but I’m going to come soon if I keep letting you do that.”
I smiled at him, wiping my tears away. “Isn’t that kind of the whole point?”
He sat up and reached for me, pulling me close. “No. I want to make you scream my name before I allow myself to finish.”
He forcefully grabbed the laces of my dress and started to untie them as fast as his large hands would let him.
In moments, my dress and soaked undergarments accompanied his clothes on the floor.
I was kneeling on the bed in front of him, completely bare.
Forrest was staring at me with what I could only assume was a look filled with lust, desire, and reverie.
With one hand, he grabbed a breast; his mouth was on it, his tongue flicking the nipple, his other hand pinching and playing with my other.
My body was covered in goose-bumps as he dragged my nipple between his teeth, causing me to shudder and moan.
He playfully pushed me down onto my back on the bed and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me close and spreading my legs apart.
He let out a deep exhalation as he took in the sight of me. “I want to make you forget everything but me,” he whispered as he started placing soft, sensual kisses down one thigh.
He stopped at my wettened core and moved over to the other thigh, gently kissing down until he reached my centre again.
My body was on fire from the anticipation and need.
I needed him more than I had ever needed anyone.
I wanted to feel all of him, all over me, in all the ways I could have him.
I was desperate with desire. As if he could read my mind, his head settled between my legs, his tongue gliding firmly from bottom to top, his nose nudging my clit.
He placed his hands on either side of my thighs and spread my legs further apart, lightly kissing my inner lips.
“Truly a gift from the goddesses,” he whispered as he reached two fingers up into my mouth, then thrust them inside me.
My back arched, and the tightness within me started to wind its way down from my belly to where Forrest’s hand and head were.
His thrusts were slow at first, then progressed to a more frenetic pace.
His tongue languidly licked the bundle of nerves between my legs.
My thighs were twitching wildly, and my walls tightened around him.
I was about to lose all control, but I didn’t want it like this.
I wanted this to end with his cock inside me. I wanted to come around him.
I wanted him to ravage me so hard that I indeed forgot everything but him. “I want you to ruin me,” I rasped between moans as I clutched the sheets below us.
He looked up at me, his face glistening from my wetness. “As you wish.”
He got up on his knees and wiped his mouth.
Grabbing the head of his cock, he placed it at my entrance, teasing me.
He slid his hardened length between my slickened lips, his head rubbing on my clit, my wetness lubricating him.
With the next breath I took, he thrust himself fully into me.
A scream of pleasure echoed around us, both of us losing ourselves in each other.
“You feel so fucking good, Aurelia,” Forrest moaned.
The tension in my core heightened with every thrust of his cock, my walls tightening around him in anticipation of the inevitable free fall of my climax.
Gripping my hips with both hands to gain more force and access, Forrest continued thrusting himself harder and deeper inside me.
He leaned forward, keeping one hand on my hip and placing the other on my neck.
The pressure of his hand on my throat sent a wave of euphoria through me that I had never felt before.
It was exciting and dangerous, and Mothers Above, did it turn me on.
His hand slid down from my throat to my breast as he continued thrusting harder and faster.
The tension building within me reached its peak and shattered within me.
“Yes, Forrest! Yes!” I shouted, coming hard and fast around him in what felt like never-ending waves of climax.
He leaned forward, grabbing my face, and placed his lips firmly on mine to take in one last, long kiss before finding his release. His loud moans of pleasure filled the room, followed by blissful silence.
We fell asleep shortly afterward, wrapped up in one another. Satiated. Content. Happy. Free.