Chapter 11 #2
Her fingers find the hem of my shirt, tugging impatiently. “Your turn,” she says, her voice husky with want.
I sit back on my heels and pull my shirt over my head in one fluid motion.
Her eyes darken as they roam over my chest, and her hands follow, tracing the ridges of my abs, the dips and valleys carved from years of disciplined training.
Her touch is feather-light yet leaves a trail of fire in its wake.
“Like what you see?” I ask, flexing slightly under her exploration.
Her answer is to reach for my belt, nimble fingers working the leather free.
The sound of my zipper sliding down is almost painfully loud in the quiet room.
I help her push my jeans down, kicking them off the edge of the bed, leaving me in nothing but black boxer briefs that do little to hide my arousal.
I lower myself over her again, claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger. My hand slides beneath her, finding the clasp of her bra and flicking it open with practiced ease. I pull the lace away, revealing her perfect breasts, and waste no time taking one rosy nipple into my mouth.
The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—shoots straight to my groin.
I suckle her gently, my tongue circling the sensitive peak while my free hand caresses her other breast. Her back arches, pressing her more firmly against my mouth, and I take the opportunity to slide my hand down her stomach to the waistband of her panties.
I hook my fingers under the delicate fabric and slowly drag it down her legs, my mouth never leaving her breast. Once the scrap of lace is gone, I kiss my way down her body—the valley between her breasts, the soft plane of her stomach, the jut of her hipbone.
Each inch of skin receives my devotion, my hands stroking her sides, her thighs, everywhere I can reach.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” I murmur against her inner thigh, my breath hot against her most sensitive skin.
She complies immediately, and I groan at the sight of her, pink and glistening with arousal. I settle between her thighs, draping her legs over my shoulders, and take a moment just to look at her—so vulnerable, so trusting, so goddamn beautiful it makes my chest ache.
Then I lower my head and taste her with a long, slow stroke of my tongue.
Her hips buck against my mouth, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
I grip her thighs, holding her in place as I explore her thoroughly, alternating between broad strokes and precise flicks against her swollen clit.
Her hands find my hair, fingers twisting in the strands, pulling just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain down my spine.
I slip one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that makes her writhe. My mouth never stops its attention on her clit, licking and sucking in rhythm with the thrust of my fingers. Her thighs begin to tremble against my shoulders, her breathing turning to ragged pants.
“That’s it,” I encourage against her sensitive flesh. “Let go for me, Della. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
Her body tightens, back arching off the bed as she shatters with a cry that might be my name. I don’t relent, working her through the waves of her orgasm, easing off only when her body goes slack against the sheets. But I’m not nearly done with her.
Before she can fully recover, I’m back at it, this time focusing all my attention on that bundle of nerves, circling it with the tip of my tongue while my fingers pump steadily inside her.
Her second climax hits faster than the first, a surprised gasp torn from her throat as her body clenches around my fingers.
“Axel,” she moans, her voice breaking. “Oh God, Axel.”
I could spend hours like this, drawing those sounds from her lips, feeling her come apart beneath my touch.
I bring her to the edge a third time, slower now, building her up with deliberate precision, drinking in every whimper, every plea.
When she finally breaks, it’s with a scream that echoes off the high ceiling, her entire body shuddering with the force of her release.
I kiss my way back up her body, savoring the salt of her skin, the rapid beat of her heart beneath my lips. When I reach her mouth, I let her taste herself on my tongue, groaning when her hand slides down to palm me through my boxers.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl against her lips, my control hanging by a thread. “I’ve waited too long already."
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure but still burning with desire. “I need you too.”
With those words, my last shred of willpower disappears.
I tear my boxers down, kicking them off with an urgency I can barely contain.
The sight of Della spread beneath me, skin flushed and glistening, eyes heavy with desire, nearly breaks my last thread of control.
I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock sliding through her slick folds, gathering her wetness.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice a rough rasp I barely recognize.
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. I push forward slowly, feeling her body yield to mine inch by excruciating inch. The sensation is overwhelming—tight, wet heat enveloping me—and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing myself immediately.
“Fuck,” I groan, my forehead dropping to rest against hers. “You feel... God, Della, you feel perfect.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting crescents into my skin as I sink fully into her. I hold still, giving us both a moment to adjust to this new, exquisite connection. Her breath comes in short pants against my lips, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
“Move,” she whispers, lifting her hips to take me deeper. “Please, Axel.”
I withdraw slowly, savoring the drag of her body against mine, then thrust back in with more force. Her gasp ignites something primal in me, and I establish a rhythm that has the headboard knocking against the wall. Each stroke drives me deeper, claiming her, marking her as mine.
“Been dreaming about this,” I growl against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Having you like this. Taking you. Making you mine.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle and drawing me impossibly deeper. I slide one hand beneath her, gripping the curve of her ass to lift her into each thrust. The other hand tangles in her hair, tugging gently to expose more of her neck to my hungry mouth.
“You’re mine,” I murmur against her pulse point, tasting salt and sweetness. “Say it."
“I’m yours,” she gasps, the words breaking on a moan as I hit that spot inside her that makes her walls clench around me. “All yours, Axel.”
The sound of my name on her lips, breathless and desperate, nearly undoes me. I slow my pace, drawing out each thrust, determined to make this last. I want to burn this moment into my memory—the sight of her beneath me, the feel of her around me, the sounds she makes with each roll of my hips.
“Turn over,” I command, withdrawing from her body with a groan of loss.
She complies immediately, rolling onto her stomach.
I lift her hips, positioning her on her knees, and take a moment to appreciate the view—her back a graceful curve, the globes of her ass perfectly presented, her sex glistening with evidence of her arousal.
I run my hands down her spine, feeling the shiver that passes through her.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, positioning myself at her entrance again.
This time, when I push inside, the angle draws a feral cry from her lips. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling her back to meet each forward thrust. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, mixing with our harsh breathing and desperate moans.
The primitive satisfaction of taking her like this—claiming her—sends fire racing through my veins. Each thrust drives me deeper, harder, the tight grip of her body threatening to unravel me completely. I reach around to find her clit, circling it with two fingers in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me again,” I demand, feeling her start to tighten around me. “Let me feel you.”
Her climax hits hard, her inner muscles clamping down on me like a vise as she cries out my name. The sensation nearly tips me over the edge, but I grit my teeth, determined to draw out our pleasure. I slow my movements, working her through the aftershocks, until her trembling subsides.
Before she can collapse onto the mattress, I flip her again, laying her on her back. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, lips swollen from my kisses, hair a wild tangle against the white pillows. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I lower myself over her, claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s all possession and promise. “I’m not done with you yet,” I murmur against her lips.
Her legs wrap around me again as I slide back into her welcoming heat. This position lets me watch her face, see every flicker of pleasure cross her features as I move within her. I brace myself on my forearms, caging her beneath me, our bodies pressed together from chest to hip.
“Feel what you do to me,” I growl, grinding deep. “How hard you make me. How much I want you.”
Her hands roam my back, nails scraping lightly down my spine, sending shivers of pleasure racing through me. She lifts her hips to meet each thrust, taking me deeper, her body a perfect match for mine.
I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my control slipping with each slide of our bodies. “I can’t hold back much longer,” I admit, voice strained with the effort of restraint.
“Then don’t,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to feel you lose control.”
Her words snap something inside me. I hook my arms under her knees, pushing her legs wider, changing the angle to drive even deeper. My thrusts become harder, faster, more desperate as I chase my release.
“Ride me,” I suddenly decide, rolling us in one smooth motion so she’s straddling my hips, my cock still buried deep inside her.
The sight of her above me—breasts bouncing with each movement, head thrown back in pleasure, the long line of her throat exposed—is almost more than I can bear. My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as she finds her rhythm.
“Take what you need,” I urge, watching her chase her pleasure. “Use me.”
She places her palms on my chest for leverage, grinding herself against me with each downward stroke. The new angle has her gasping, her inner muscles fluttering around me as she approaches another peak. I slide my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with firm pressure.
“Axel,” she moans, movements becoming erratic as she nears the edge. "I’m going to—"
“Yes,” I growl, thrusting up to meet her downward motion. “Come for me, Della. One more time.”
Her body goes rigid, back arching as she shatters above me, her inner walls pulsing around my length.
The sight of her coming undone, combined with the exquisite pressure of her climax, finally breaks my control.
I grip her hips hard, holding her down against me as I thrust up one final time and explode inside her, my release tearing a guttural shout from my throat.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, my body jerking with the force of my orgasm. I pull her down against my chest, needing to feel her heartbeat against mine as we both come down from the high. Her breath is warm against my neck, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
For long moments, we lie tangled together, unable to move or speak. My fingers trace lazy patterns on the sweat-slicked skin of her back, and I press soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, anywhere I can reach.
Eventually, she lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. The vulnerability I see there catches me off guard, making my chest tighten with an emotion I’m not ready to name.
“That was...” she begins, then stops, apparently at a loss for words.
“I know,” I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “For me too.”
She smiles, soft and secret, and lowers her head to my chest again. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me. Outside, the sun has begun to set, casting the room in golden light that turns her skin to honey.
I’ve had my share of women, but nothing—nothing—has ever felt like this. The realization should terrify me, but instead, it settles in my chest like a weight, grounding me. Anchoring me to her.
“Stay right here,” I whisper against her hair, though I’m not sure if I’m talking about this moment or something much bigger. “Just stay with me.”
Her answer is to press a kiss directly over my heart, and I know with sudden, startling clarity that I’m already falling for her—hard and fast and without a parachute. The thought should send me running. Instead, I pull her closer and close my eyes, surrendering to whatever this is becoming.