Chapter 7 #3
She lifts on her toes and kisses me, a hot hungry slash of her mouth against mine, tongue slicing and sliding against mine, and I lose all critical faculty, my brain utterly short-circuiting at the onslaught of sensations—her soft warm breasts filling my hands, her belly against mine, her hands on my waist, her lips on mine and her tongue sliding through my lips and seeking out every corner of my mouth with fervent hunger.
And then the world fades, crumbles, dissolves.
Blood roars in my ears, slams in my veins, and my stomach flips and flops and drops out and rises up into my gorge—Story's hands drift inward from my waist, and her fingers hook in the elastic of my underwear, pull them away, tug them down.
My hands shake and my lungs freeze solid in my chest. Story pushes my underwear down until they drop, and I'm naked and aching.
“Oh.” Story's voice is small and faint. "Oh my." A soft, breathy giggle. "Killy. My god."
"Hmm?" It's all I can manage to verbalize.
"You've been hiding this from me all this time?" She has her hands on my hipbones, inches to either side of me. "How did you just put it? I couldn’t have fantasized anything even close to this."
I force my eyes open and meet hers—she's grinning like a wild woman, waiting for me to meet her gaze, and then she turns her eyes down to my erection, standing straight upright against my belly, hard as a steel girder, throbbing painfully, and leaking pre-cum.
She reaches for me, fingertips sliding inward across the skin of my hipbones, scritching through the short thatch of pubic hair—which I usually keep shorter than it is at the moment, but you know, I was a prisoner and all.
I grasp her wrist to stop her touch, grimacing at my own stupidity. "I have to smell like a dumpster, Story."
“Nah. The rain and the seawater did a good job washing away the stink.
" She gazes up at me, breaks my hold on her wrist with a quick twist. "Why do you keep cock-blocking yourself, Killy?
" She now captures my wrists and guides my hands to her breasts.
"Just let me have fun with you." She lifts on her toes and kisses the corner of my mouth, and then the angle of my jaw near my ear, and then she whispers to me, her voice a breath felt as much as heard, and so sultry and heated with need I pulse and twitch and leak all the more.
“I want you, Killy. I want to touch you.
I want your cock. I want to know what you look like and sound like when I'm making you come. Don't you want that?"
I try and fail to swallow, and manage a nod. "Yes,” I rasp, my voice barely audible. I try again, louder. "Yes, I fucking do. I want…I want to know that about you, too."
"Know what?" she asks, her tone teasing, leading.
"What you feel like when you're coming. What you sound like.”
"Funny, I'm still wearing my underwear. Hard to come without you touching my pussy."
I groan raggedly—for some reason, hearing Story talk dirty is nearly as intoxicating and arousing as the sight of her body, the feel of her hands. "What if—"
A rough snore is followed by a loud snort—the man needs a CPAP, good lord.
"We're just messing around for right now, Killy," she murmurs over me, placing my hands on her breasts and then letting her fingers trail down my and over my abs, pausing at my navel. "Figuring each other out. Learning."
"I happen to be an excellent student," I say, tracing the circumference of her wide pink areolae with a single fingertip around each one, watching her nipples tighten.
"As do I." She nips my earlobe. "You know what I want you to learn first, Killy?"
"Tell me." I dip at the knees, lift a breast and bend to suckle her nipple into my mouth.
"Oh—oh god." Her hands fly to the back of my head. "Killy!"
"What do you want me to learn, Story?" I ask, sinking to stand tall on my knees in front of her, which puts my face right at breast-level.
Her head tips back, and she moans, a long, low, quiet sound of aroused ecstasy, and she pushes her ribcage forward, thrusting her breasts at me in a silent but powerful plea for more.
"I—I don't know, I forget,” she whispers, toying with my hair, cupping the back of my head, twisting her torso to slide her other nipple across my cheek and into my mouth. "Shut up and suck."
I snarl a greedy, amused laugh at the order. "Yes ma'am."
"Killy, I just—" Her eyes fly open, meet mine. "I meant—"
I saw my teeth with delicate precision around her nipple, and she cuts herself off with a shrill gasp that turns to a moan when I soften my mouth around her nipple and suckle gently, flicking my tongue over the tip. "I know what you meant, Story."
"I didn't mean to sound like I was—"
"Yes you did," I interrupt again. "And I happen to find it a hell of a turn on."
"I can be…ummm…" she trails off, thinking, and then moans again as I lick and kiss one nipple and then the other in turn, back and forth, my hands cupping and lifting the soft warm weight of her tits.
"You can be what?" I prompt, and then return my mouth to her breast, one hand offering it to my mouth and with the other I caress her ass, then hook my fingers in the back of her panties.