Chapter 11 Smoke
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Smoke
Itell myself not to be rough with her, but I can't help it.
As soon as her boxers are past her knees, I'm face-deep in her pussy like I've been drowning and she's the only air. One taste and I'm gone. It's a miracle I haven't cracked under the need to have her on my tongue again.
After one taste, it's a miracle I haven't cracked under the need to taste her again.
This woman lives to drive me crazy. To make me feel things no one else has.
I need to go slow and let us both enjoy this moment. Our first time really together. The thought scrapes through me, but I don't stop. I can't, not when she's already gasping, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.
She jerks when I suck her clit, and the sound she makes, a higher-pitched moan, shoots straight down my spine.
I force myself to pull back from her sweetness and lick a path up. Past her mound and toward her stomach. The muscles jump beneath my tongue, and I file that away for later. She's sensitive below her belly button; it’s good to know.
As much as I love her wearing my clothes, the shirt she has on needs to go. Pushing it up her body, we work together to get it off. Finally, she's completely bare beneath me.
"Tell me if I do something you don't like." My voice sounds rougher than I intended. I reach down and cup her breast. Squeezing it once, my cock throbs just thinking about how it would feel against the pulsating length. God, she's soft. Will I ever get used to this?
Bunny lets out a breathy laugh, her skin flushing a perfect pink. "So far, you've been hitting home runs. I'm starting to think you're really a wolf in sheep's clothing with that inexperience talk of yours."
A moan tears out of her as my teeth catch her other nipple. She doesn’t have any more time to remind me.
I'd rather die than tell her I spent an embarrassing amount of time on my phone looking up tips these last couple of days. Articles with titles like "How to Please Your Woman" and diagrams that made me close the browser twice before I could actually read them.
She’d eat me alive if she found out how desperately I wanted to please her.
Thanks to that research, I know what I'm doing. Mostly. The way she's arching beneath me says I'm on the right path.
But there's a difference between reading and doing. Between making her moan and making her come.
I want the latter.
I drag my mouth across her chest, kissing a trail from one breast to the other. She tastes like soap and something sweeter underneath. I could stay here forever just like this, but I want to hear this woman cry out my name.
My hand slides down her stomach slowly enough to test her patience. Her hips lift, meeting my touch, pressing into my palm like she's asking for more attention. Like my tongue hadn’t already given her pussy enough love.
Parting her lips with my fingers, she feels even more glossy than when I left her. Moving past her swollen clit, one finger easily slides into her.
Her breath catches as her walls immediately clamp down before her nails dig into my shoulders.
I work it deeper before curling it to feel her clenching. Just when her chest stills, a breath held, I add a second finger.
She moans, and her head falls back against the pillow. Her hips start moving, rocking against my hand all on their own.
Fuck, she doesn’t even need me to lead, does she? She could use my hand and find her release if she wanted.
Next time, I’ll let her. For now, I want to stay in control.
I lower my mouth to her breast again and bite gently before lapping my tongue against the hardening bud.
Her body rolls, fighting between arching into my mouth or jerking to my fingers.
"Roland." It comes out breathless, like it’s hard to find her voice. "I want—I need—"
Curling my fingers, I make it even harder as I press into that spot her body seems to like so much.
"Your cock." She gasps as I spread my fingers next. "Please. I want you inside me."
I want that too, badly. But if I get my cock in her now, I’ll come before she does. Just watching her feels like I’m making myself teeter on the edge.
"Not yet," I tell her. My voice is steady, even though I'm shaking inside. "You come first, then we’ll talk about my cock."
She whimpers and tries to argue, but I'm already pumping my fingers, finding a rhythm that makes her words dissolve into moans. Her thighs shake. Her back arches off the bed.
Watching her face, I drink in the way her brow pinches and the way her mouth falls open to gasp. Then, suddenly, her eyes squeeze shut tight.
Pulling my fingers out, my body runs on pure instinct, forgetting about the research.
She makes a sound of protest that dies in her throat as I pinch her clit between my glossy fingers. One rough pinch and those protests turn into cries of ecstasy.
There is nothing more addictive than making my girl come. I’d bet my life on it.
Panting against her skin, I watch this beauty hit her high. Her body seizes, and her muscles grow stiff before she’s crying out my name loud enough to disturb my neighbors.
I smile against her chest and feel her pulse racing under my lips. The pride that swells in my chest is almost embarrassing.
Sitting up in a daze, I reach for the back of her knee. Pushing it up and spreading her wide, I drink in the slick shine of her. The way she's still clenching around nothing.
My cock is leaking enough to be teased about if she weren’t in such a state. I grab myself with my other hand and bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood.
She told me she's not on birth control. Why did she have to tell me that?
I push inside her before I come just thinking about it.
Her pussy is so hot and wet, sucking me in with ease; it's a miracle I have the strength to hold back. However, I'm panting once I'm fully inside.
Feels so fucking good. Jesus, I don't even know what to do with myself.
Rocking into her, the bed beneath us creaks. Hardly giving her time to come down, she's already gripping the blankets with white knuckles.
Drinking her in, her glistening and flushed state, my hips snap forward. "I could stare at you all day like this."
I really could, but that's a truth that wasn't meant to come out.
She smiles and lets out a breathy laugh. Instead of teasing me, she takes me in. "Me too."
I love this woman so fucking much.
Panting, I continue to thrust, already feeling my control slipping away. Not just in the motion as my thrusts start to grow uneven, but also in my ability to cling to my release.
To my horror, despite the pleasure that comes with it, I'm coming before we've even started.
Fuck.
I want to apologize, so I pull out. Hoping I can stroke myself back to life, I let something catch my eye first.
My release is already seeping out of her. A trickle of white against her pink skin. I shouldn't stare, but now that I've seen it, I can't look away.
"Smoke?" Bunny's panting, confused.
Reaching out, my thumb pushes my release back in, back to where it belongs.
I've dreamed about having a family for far too long for it to seep out of her so easily. She's going to need more if I want anything to stick.
The realization has my cock coming back to life. Moving my thumb, I'm pushing my way back in to make her moan.
The thought turns me on more than it should. Giving her my come. Filling her up. Doing it again and again until something takes.
Is this normal? To get hot over this?
Fuck. This is a kink, isn't it?
"What's wrong?" Bunny's voice cuts through my spiral. She's watching me with those knowing eyes. Before she can see too deep, she’s gasping as I flip her onto her stomach.
"Nothing. Just discovering things about myself." Hiding my secret smile against her hair, I enjoy her whimper as I slide back into her from behind. Now that I’ve come, I should be able to last longer.
"Roland—"
My hips piston forward, pressing her into the mattress. Not gentle this time. Not restrained. I hug her body and pound into her until she’s crying out my name like it’s the only word she knows.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her pussy clenching and trembling around me. Not long before she’s coming hard enough to make her voice hoarse.
I come again and bury myself deeper this time. Crushing my weight against her back, pleasure hits me like a train as I stay in place. Like a plug to keep everything inside.
Kinks are fucking weird, but I can’t lie to myself. This feels right. Feels good.
We stay like this, connected, for a hot minute while we both fight to catch our breath before she’s wiggling against me.
I groan against her throat and the smallest shift as my cock feels more sensitive than it ever has. "A few more minutes."
She laughs, and the sound vibrates through both of us. "We can do this again later if you want, but you can't just stay there forever."
I could, but I may crush her to death.
Groaning, I slowly pull out and roll onto my back. She turns to face me, and the way she looks all flushed and satisfied knocks the air out of my lungs.
Reaching out, I stroke her cheek.
"I love you," I say. Because it's true. Because she deserves to hear it. "I'm getting you a ring. The next time you go to work, all those assholes are going to know you’re already taken. Don't let them touch you anymore to make money. Let me take care of you."
Her eyes go soft, and that smile does the very same. She leans in and kisses me, slow and sweet, and somehow that undoes me more than anything else we've done.
I'm panting against her throat when we break apart. She bites her lip, barely containing her amusement.
"You're hard again."
I am.
She cups my face. Her thumbs stroke my cheekbones. "How in the hell am I going to be able to keep up with you?"
“I think we can manage one day at a time.” Reaching for her, I drink in her giggle as I pull her on top of me. “Maybe one hour at a time.”
It’s going to take a minute to get everything I’ve been building up for her out of my system. Even then, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.
But I’ve got the woman of my dreams here to call mine. Even if it’s impossible, we’ll figure something out.