Chapter 61 #2
I'm lost in her. Face buried in her flesh, kneading one breast while I devour the other, sucking and licking and biting until she's writhing beneath me. I mark the curves, the swells, the soft skin between. Leave bruises made with love like my signature--mine. She's mine.
When I finally pull back, I'm breathing hard. Her breasts are flushed and glistening where my mouth has been, scattered with little red marks, made with love and hunger and desperate need.
I hook my fingers in her shorts, and she lifts her hips, helps me drag them down, panties and all in one pull. And then she's bare beneath me, legs slightly spread, and I have to stop. Have to look.
Flushed everywhere. Nipples tight and wet. Pussy pink and glistening, already so ready for me.
My cock throbs, straining against my sweats, aching to be inside her.
I want to taste her.
I kiss a trail down her stomach, slow and deliberate, settling between her thighs, hands spreading them wider. And she lets me, pliant and trusting. My mouth waters at the sight of her, leaving me hungry.
I drag my tongue through her folds, bottom to top--she jerks, hips bucking.
"Oh god--, Grey--"
Her pussy is hot and slick--I lick my way up the length of it, slower this time. She's making desperate, needful sounds. And that's all the patience I have.
I devour her.
I lick and suck, fucking her with my whole mouth. She tastes so fucking good. I slide two fingers into her, curl them. Find that spot, press. Draw her clit into my mouth, suck.
Her back snaps off the bed with a gasp.
That's it, baby. That's my girl.
She's pulling my hair, thighs shaking as I work her relentlessly, feeling her pussy flutter around my fingers. Days without me, and she's already going to come.
I missed you too. I missed you so much.
I suck her clit hard, curl my fingers deeper, knowing exactly what she wants, what she needs until she breaks, screaming my name.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, pulsing and gripping and drawing them deeper, and I work her through it, drawing it out until she's spent.
I press soft kisses to her thighs, ease my fingers out.
Look up the line of her body, wrecked and panting and perfect.
I strip off my shirt and sweats as she recovers, my finally free, heavy and hot.
I grab a condom from the nightstand, then kiss every bit of flesh I can reach until I reach her lips and her body is pressed into the bed by mine.
She's boneless, eyes glazed. I shift my weight, the movement pressing my cock against her, hard and aching, and she gasps into my mouth.
I kiss along her jaw, down her throat, nip at the pulse point and feel her shiver beneath me.
She breathes my name.
"I'm here," I say against her skin.
My mouth finds hers again, deeper this time. Hungrier. One hand slides into her hair, angling her head so I can taste every inch of her mouth. The other trails down her ribs, waist, hip, before sliding back up to cup her breast.
She arches into my touch with a whimper that I swallow. Keep kissing her, my thumb circling her nipple, teasing it to a tight peak. When I pinch it, she jolts, hips rolling up to meet mine.
I break the kiss to look at her. Her eyes are heavy lidded but darkening again, pupils blown wide, breath picking up.
"God, I love you," I whisper to the corner of her mouth, her cheek.
She turns her head, catches my lips in another kiss. This one's needier, her tongue seeking, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass, trying to pull me closer.
I rock against her slowly. The friction makes us both moan.
Hand on her hip, I grip her tight and roll us over.
"Your turn, peaches." I pull her up, guide her to her knees so she's straddling my hips. "Want to watch you take me."
I lie back, look at her kneeling over me, thighs spread, hovering. Tear open the condom, roll it down my cock while she watches. Grip the base, position her over me with a hand on her hip, drawing her down gently until the tip of my cock nudges her entrance.
"Take what you want," I say with a shaking voice. She's shaking too but starts to sink down slow. Just the tip. Then an inch. Then another.
Her mouth drops open with a gasp.
Fuck--she's so tight, so hot, so wet. My jaw clenches, fighting not to move. She pauses halfway, pausing, breathing hard. I stroke her thighs, steadying her, and she grips my wrists for support.
"You're doing so good. God, you're so fucking beautiful."
"god--Grey…" She breathes. "I can feel you everywhere. So full--"
She sinks lower, takes the length of me until she's seated fully.
We both moan--the depth, the fullness--my body locks.
Neither of us move. I can feel every flutter, every pulse, gritting my teeth so I don't move.
She's molten hot around me, the torture blinding and perfect.
She lets go of my wrists to lay her palms on my chest, leaning forward, arms bracketing her breasts.
Her hair is across her face, her head turned, I can just see the tip of her nose, her open mouth, the curve of her chin.
And then she starts to move, small, experimental rolls of her hips, keeping me deep.
Rocking forward and back. Grinding down, fully seated, in long, shallow strokes.
"That's it," I grit out. "Just like that. Take what you need."
She makes this sound--half moan, half whimper--rolls her hips in a slow circle that blows starbursts behind my eyes. She gasps, does it again. Her hips start moving faster, still grinding, now with intention.
"Oh--"… she breathes. "Oh god, that's--"…
I can see it building in her, the tension in her shoulders, the way her thighs start to shake, chasing the feeling.
And then she rises a little, tests the slide, sinks back down with a moan as I watch, transfixed, my hands steadying her hips.
I can't keep still anymore.
"Can't--" I groan, thrusting into her. "Fuck, you feel so good--"
She leans harder into my chest, changing the angle--I go deeper, hit a different spot, and she cries out, her rhythm faltering.
"There--…right there--" she gasps.
Hands on her hips, I guide her into a rhythm--short, deep strokes that keep me buried, hitting that spot with every roll. "Here?" I breathe.
She nods frantically, can't speak, her nails digging into my chest as I fuck her at the same pace, but her hips jerk, erratic, desperate, thighs shaking.
"I can't--…too much--"… she pants but doesn't stop chasing it. She tightens around me.
"You can, baby," I promise, but I can see the fatigue in her. "Come here."
I sit, wrap my arms around her, chest to chest, face to face. Help her move with my hands on her ass, lifting and lowering her, kissing her through it.
She breaks the kiss to bury her face in my neck.
"Please--Grey--,I need--"
I drive into her harder, the angle and depth enough--
She comes with my name on her lips, her body locking, squeezing, clamping down on me so tight, I'm blinded, hanging onto her, holding her through it. Kissing her. Whispering, "That's my girl, so good, so perfect."
She's still coming, milking me--I'm barely hanging on. Every nerve is on fire, pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawn tight, aching.
"Molly--baby--I can't--"
She's come down enough to look at me, sees me, says, "Please--I need to feel you come--"
That's all I can take. I twist, flipping us over, driving into her, just a few desperate thrusts and I'm gone--groaning her name, broken and raw, violent and overwhelming, a guttural noise on its heels.
The pleasure is sharp, rocketing through me, my vision whiting out, every muscle clenching and releasing in waves, cock pulsing, throbbing, emptying endlessly.
I curl into her, flooded with relief, filled with so much love, my chest feels like a bomb went off.
I am destroyed, unable to move, my limbs heavy and useless.
My cock throbs, and she flutters around me.
I don't want to separate. I want to stay here forever.
My ragged breath finally slows, and my lips find her neck, pressing soft, lazy kisses between incoherent mumblings. I need to see her face, lift my heavy head.
Her hair is wild and tangled from my hands, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes bright and clear and full of so much love, it strikes a deep ache in me. She looks at me like I gave her the world, but she's got it wrong. It's always been her.
And I'm never letting her go.
She reaches up, cups my face like I'm something precious. I lean into her touch, close my eyes. Let her hold me like this.
When I open them again, she's smiling, soft and knowing.
I press my forehead to hers, breathe her in, feel her breathe with me. Her fingers trace my jaw, down my neck, come to rest over my heart where it's still hammering. I cover her hand with mine, press it flat against my chest, wanting her to know the beat of my heart is hers, forever.
And when she kisses me, I know she does.