Chapter 33 This Is How It Ends #2
I drag my mouth down her throat, teeth grazing her pulse, tongue tracing her collarbone.
Her hands twist in my hair, pulling me lower, impatient, and I let her guide me, hovering over her breast I'm still palming, close enough that my breath ghosts over her tight nipple.
She arches, whimpering, trying to close the distance.
Not yet.
I exhale hot against her, watching the peak stiffen, watching her squirm. And then, tongue extended, I draw her into my mouth and suck, hard.
She cries out, back arched, and I ride the motion, circling her nipple with my tongue before grazing with my teeth.
That sound. That fucking sound. I need it again.
I pin her hips gently, nip her harder, and when she rewards me with another cry, something in my chest cracks open.
I drag my mouth to the underside of her breast and suck hard enough to bruise.
She whimpers, fists my hair, and my arms lock around her back, crushing her to me.
I can't pull away. Don't want to. My face buried in her, drunk on the taste of her skin, the weight of her in my mouth, she sounds she makes when I bite down.
After a dizzying moment, I pull off with a wet sound, her nipple slick and swollen. She arches toward me, chasing my mouth, and the loss aches in my chest too.
"The way you feel, the way you sound…" I mutter, my lips hovering hungrily over her nipple. And that's all I can manage.
The leash breaks.
I'm everywhere, pressing her into the mattress, my face buried again, inhaling deep as I lick and suck and groan into her skin.
I am not gentle. I am not patient. I am made of flames and feral desperation, shifting from one nipple to the other, kneading whichever breast isn't in my mouth because I can't decide which I want more.
She arches into me, legs around my waist, hands in my hair.
"Grey--god--"
I groan, bite the soft curve of her breast hard enough to leave a mark, and she cries out like she's going to come as I lick the bite like a fucking animal. I should be careful. But I need everyone to know. I need her to know.
I am unleashed, that part of me that's been caged, the part that wants and takes that I run from. Every time she moans, my cock throbs. Every time she tugs my hair, I bite harder. Every time she says my name, I need more.
She's grinding and writhing beneath me, her thighs tight, seeking friction she can't find.
But I can give it to her.
I let her pull my waist closer until I'm crushed against her before diving back into her breasts. She grinds my abs, trying to get pressure on her clit, the slick heat of her pussy against my abs drawing a moan from me around her nipple. Every desperate little movement makes me lose my mind.
She manages to shift lower, the tip of my cock brushing the cleft of her pussy.
She gasps, noisy and raw. "Grey, please, I need--"
"I know what you need, baby." And I'm going to give it to her. Everything she needs, everything she wants. Anything she wants.
I take one long, lingering last moment with her nipple before we part ways, and then I'm kissing down her stomach, the scent of her arousal drawing a growl from the back of my throat.
I can't savor this, not anymore, not with her panting noisily, gripping my hair like she's trying to ground herself so she doesn't fly away.
I nip at her hip bone, soothing it with my tongue when she yelps.
My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider, and she lets me, pliant and trusting.
She's so wet, slick and glistening, and I bite her inner thigh, high up where only I'll see it, nerves firing down my spine to my cock.
I drape one leg over my shoulder, then the other, the heat of her thighs against my neck, my face, the heady scent of her like a drug.
I'm so hard it hurts as I grip her hips, hold her in place.
I look up the length of her body--she's propped on her elbows, watching me with wide eyes, pupils blown, lips parted.
My gaze shifts to her pussy, pink and swollen and soaked, her inner lips glistening, clit peeking from its hood, begging for attention.
So wet, there's a trail down to the sheets. She clenches under my gaze and I groan.
I need to taste her more than I need air. But then I meet her eyes one more time.
She's watching me with absolute trust, with hunger that matches mine when she whispers, "Please."
And then I am lost to the need, the hunger.
I drag my tongue through her folds bottom to top, the taste of her exploding on my tongue, sweet and tart and--Fuck.
My eyes roll back, I moan into her pussy, the vibration making her jerk and cry out.
My grip tightens on her hips, bruising, but I have to hold her still or she'll buck me.
I lick her again, longer this time, slow and broad, tasting everything, collecting her wetness on my tongue.
Another groan--can't help it, pussy drunk already.
The sounds she makes are high and breathy, her hips trying to roll but I'm holding her down, her thighs clamped to my ears.
"Oh god, Grey--oh my god--"
Her thighs tremble against my ears, and I can feel her pulse everywhere, thighs, pussy, racing as I lick and suck, using my whole mouth.
Sealing my lips around her, sucking her folds into my mouth.
Fucking her with my tongue in shallow thrusts.
She tastes even better inside, richer, so wet my chin and beard are coated. Obscene sounds fill the room.
I know I will never, ever get enough of her.
Never have I been like this, desperate and hungry, like I've been starving my whole life.
I map the shape of her with my mouth--, the flat of my tongue tracing her folds, the tip circling, teeth grazing where she's most sensitive.
Learning her. Memorizing her. I know what she likes, but my fingers are clumsy and talentless in comparison to my mouth.
I circle her clit with my tongue, light at first, and she bucks so hard, she nearly throws me. A sharp cry tears from her throat.
There. Like that.
I circle again, firmer this time, and her hands pull my hair hard enough to hurt.
So I groan and do it again. The pain and pleasure tangles, my cock so hard I could fuck through a brick wall.
I slide one hand from her hip to her pussy, trailing my fingers through her wetness--she clenches, trying to draw me in.
A slow push, and I watch her face, watch her mouth drop open, hear the long moan.
She's so tight, so hot, squeezing and silky and pulsing around me.
I keep my mouth on her clit while my finger explores, find that spot inside, curl, press.
She screams.
I pull out, pushing back in with two fingers, stretching her slowly, so tight I have to work them in. But she's so wet, they slide easily after a moment.
Taking my fingers so good. Gonna take my cock even better when you're ready.
My fingers pump slowly, curling to hit that spot every time, my mouth never leaving her clit, falling into that rhythm that makes her come, keeping her on the edge.
Want to watch her break. Need to see it.
I lift my heavy lids, watch her face while I work.
Her head is thrown back, neck arched, exposing her throat.
Her gorgeous breasts jostle with her heaving breath and my thrusting fingers, her stomach muscles twitching.
From her open mouth flows an endless stream of moans and whimpers and my name—god the sound of my name makes some primal part of me roar in satisfaction.
My mouth on her, my fingers inside her. My marks on her skin. My name on her lips.
No one else has ever touched her like this.
No one else ever will.
I close my eyes, double down, suck harder, pump my fingers relentlessly, curling them harder, pressing deeper.
My free hand slides up her body, finding her breast, squeezing, pinching her nipple--she jerks, cries out, the orgasm building in her body.
Her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Tighter.
Throbbing. Thighs shaking. Breath shorter, sharper.
"Grey--I'm--I can't--it's too much--
Yes you can. Come for me.
I keep the same rhythm, steady and unrelenting. Her pussy clenches hard, thighs trying to close, back arching off the bed.
"I'm gonna--oh fuck, Grey--I'm--I'm--"
I hum against her clit, suck.
That's all it takes.
Her body goes rigid, locking for a split second.
And then she shatters.
My name rips from her throat, broken and raw, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, and I feel every contraction, ever squeeze and every release, the taste of her sweeter now.
I work her through it, fingers pumping gentler, but steady.
Tongue circling her clit, softer, drawing her orgasm out as long as I can, deep and full.
That's it. Give it all to me. Every fucking drop.
She goes limp, gasping, and I ease my fingers out, let her go with one last kiss to her clit. She jolts, oversensitive, and I want to make her come again. I could. But she needs a break. And I need to see her.
I sit back, still between her thighs, taken in her pussy, swollen and red and shining, still pulsing with aftershocks. My fingers soaked. My beard damp. The sell of her everywhere--on my skin, in my lungs, branded into me.
She's watching. Good.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
Her eyes widen, and she breathes, "Grey…"
I smirk, lick my lips. "Fucking sweet, peaches. Just like I knew you'd be."
Her entire body flushes deeper, but I'm kissing my way back up, soothing every hickey, every bite mark with my tongue. Her stomach. Ribs. Breasts. Taking a long moment with each nipple as she hums beneath me until finally I reach her mouth.