Chapter 31
“We should get you a change of clothes,” David suggested after his second time going down on me. I groaned into the pillow still covering my face. Pulses from my climax made it too hard to think, let alone plan a trip outside our four walls.
He chuckled, massaging the inside of my thighs like the tormentor he was. “I know you love it, baby. But it’s Sunday. We’ve been marathoning for over twenty-four hours. And I need to feed you more than just pancakes.”
I snatched the pillow off my face and sat up. “Did you just… call me baby?”
David shook his head, brows raised. “Not if you didn’t like it.”
“I hated it,” I teased with a smile and tossed the pillow at him. He dodged it with little to no effort.
“Really?” He wrapped his hands underneath my thighs and tugged me down the mattress so my ass met his knees.
“That may be the cheesiest pet name of all time,” I murmured, breath catching when his thumb found my clit. How blood still rushed to the spot, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I’d seen so many stars in the past couple of hours, I may as well be in another solar system.
“Then why did you get wetter after I said it?” David leaned closer but kept his mouth just out of reach.
“Correlation’s not causation.”
“I beg to differ,” he whispered in my ear and slipped two fingers inside me to match the gentle teasing of his thumb.
“I wish you would.” I pressed kisses on his bare shoulder.
“Mm?” he hummed with his eyes half-closed.
He did that a lot, seemingly as satisfied with my pleasure as I was.
David’s concentration was unmatched, as was his ability to push me over the edge.
I should have known from the second we started arguing with one another that his mouth could make me frustrated in more ways than one.
“Beg.” I tucked my hand behind his head, fingers curling around his hair, and I pulled him into a kiss. His fingers moved faster as he swallowed my moans.
“I don’t do that unless I’m being fucked,” he confessed against my parted lips.
My heart jumped at the look in his eyes. David’s fingers were soaked with me, and I clenched around him as I asked, “Would you let me do that then?”
“Fuck me?” David let out a ragged breath, in disbelief and utter excitement. “Only if you want. Really want to.”
“I want to,” I promised. The thought of me fucking him opened up a whole new door of pleasure. My vision dotted as I came onto his fingers while imagining what he’d sound like when I pushed into him.
“You sure?” he asked, searching my eyes when I came back down from the climax.
I nodded with a lazy smile. “Unbelievably.”
“Have you ever done anything like this?” He spoke faster, excited by this new prospect.
“Used a strap-on a couple of times,” I whispered, exhausted from the multiple orgasms but more than willing to push through it all for more. “With a girl, though.”
He nodded and kissed me. As soon as he pulled away, he said, “I’ll walk you through it.”
David pushed off the bed to retrieve the toy. I used the small window to brush away the tears of ecstasy that’d painted the corners of my eyes and tugged on my hair tie that’d gotten lost in my twisting and turning.
“It’s new,” he said when he came back. The dildo was purple, long, and veiny. My hand strained around its circumference. I sighed at the weight. At the weight of all of this.
“Lie down,” I told him.
“I could help you —”
“David.” I took the toy, claiming it for my own. “I got it. Just speak up if I do too much.”
“Alright…” He followed orders well enough, but there was a teasing hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Just relax.” I swung my leg over his midsection when he settled onto the bed and lowered myself onto his stomach.
He folded his arms behind his head, hard muscles flexing. The guy looked like a dream. I got tunnel vision, realizing I wanted to be his for as long as time exists. I leaned down to kiss him, and he responded with equal dedication.
“Yeah, I know,” he whispered when I pulled back, breathless and scared. “That’s how I felt when I saw you from this angle. Why did you think ‘baby’ slipped out?”
I laughed, grateful for some humor to crack my shell of nerves. “Because you liked it. You’re some secret softie who likes terms of endearment.”
David’s chuckle faded into a moan when I kissed my way down his jaw and neck. Before I got to his chest, I paused and asked, “Is this okay? Kissing here? Touching here?”
My gaze lingered on his soft white scars.
“It is.” He nodded, but before I could touch them, he caught my hand and pulled it up to his mouth. David kissed each of my fingers and then my palm. My breath shuddered when he pressed a final one on my wrist, right on top of my pulse.
“Thank you.” He met my gaze. Sincerity warmed his dark eyes. “For asking.”
I smiled, ignoring the sad tug of my heart at the reason behind having to ask. I pushed away the thought, centering myself once more on this moment and promising myself I’d do whatever I could to keep him in the present, too.
My lips brushed across his skin lightly.
I kissed every scar twice over before moving down his stomach.
Once I got to his waistband, I took longer, breathing in the mix of his bar soap and natural scent.
I could see the hard imprint against his blue boxers.
I ached to feel him inside me, but longed to push inside him even more.
“What are you doing?” he asked when I kissed him through the fabric for longer than necessary.
“Getting you ready,” I said between kisses.
“I’ve been ready.”
I shook my head and tucked my hand underneath his dick, pressing it into the fabric so my kisses were all the more frustrating.
David laughed through his moan. “You’re cute.”
“I know.” I kissed him long enough for an impressive amount of pre-cum to darken the cotton.
When I finally pulled away, David sighed in protest. I pulled myself onto my knees, securing the harness.
“Off,” I said, nudging my chin toward his underwear while still trying to get comfortable with the strap-on.
With it secured, applying slight pressure on my core, an ache burned through me.
My nipples hardened at the sight of the toy attached to me and the very hard, very patient David.
I forgot how much I loved the high of offering pleasure.
“Sit up for a second,” I said.
David sucked in a breath, impatient but willing. When he pushed himself up, I moved back to stand at the foot of the bed. I gestured with my fingers for him to follow, sitting on the edge. With his face aligned with the toy, I cupped his cheeks and said, “Take me in.”
His neck bobbed as he swallowed.
“Look at me while you do it.” I tugged on his hair, tilting his head up so his gaze would meet mine. “Okay?”
“Okay.” David’s hands wrapped around my hips, holding me steady. I held the toy level with his mouth. David parted his lips, taking in inch by inch while keeping his eyes locked with mine.
I couldn’t tell who was more turned on by his mouth taking the toy in. But I knew we were equal in the sexual frustration of being this close and this trusting.
David’s hands moved to my ass as I urged the toy further into his mouth. I pulled it out for a second to give him a break before pushing it back in, deeper.
“Can you take it?” I whispered with half of it buried inside. “All of it.”
He nodded, moaning around the length.
“You sure?” I pulled back.
David’s eyes pleaded with me, grip tightening for me to continue pushing.
I shook my head and pulled out. “My speed. My terms.”
He sighed, swallowing a retort and nodding instead. I smiled at this rare hint of obedience.
“You’re being so good,” I complimented and pulled one foot up to place on the bed.
David’s breath hitched at those words. He closed his eyes when I ran my fingers through his hair.
“And here I thought only saying mean things would garner this kind of reaction.”
“Don’t get used to it.” David looked up at me. “I only enjoy the switch-up in bed.”
“So do I.” I pressed the dildo onto his mouth again. He parted his lips.
Despite wanting to see if he could actually handle the whole thing, I worried about pushing him too far, too fast.
“How do you know you can take it all?” I asked while brushing his hair off his face so he could focus on sucking the tip. “Do you practice?”
David smiled and released the dildo from his lips. It’s downright criminal how sexy his mouth looked while being fucked, or how hot he was when he was taking it. I would never look at his mouth in the same way when he was talking back to me. And I didn’t want to.
“No, I don’t practice,” he said simply. “I’m just trying to be good for you. Trying to impress.”
“I’m impressed,” I assured and guided him back to the dildo. This time it went even deeper. David held my gaze as he relaxed his throat and took nearly every inch in.
I’m soaked seeing the feat. Dying with the need to pull out and claim that mouth with my own while he took the dildo inside.
“Where’s your lube?” I asked in a hoarse breath.
David’s energy met mine, his dick veiny with the need to release.
He’d lasted through two of my orgasms. I thought impressed might be too light a word for how I felt about him now.
I couldn’t say that without the risk of making his head even bigger.
I’d have to deal with his ego after this…
. so no matter how hazy sex made me, I had to remember that.
He moved to the top of his bed, reaching into the drawer of his bedside table.
I accepted the bottle, pouring the lube onto my fingers and rubbing it across the toy.
David touched himself while he watched me prep, barely hanging on.
I offered him the lube next, and he prepped himself as best he could.
“You ready?” I asked.
He nodded and could barely get out the word, “Yes.”
“Positive?”
“Yara.” David’s jaw tightened. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his mouth. The kiss was hot and hungry, tongues clashing. “Give it to me.”
“That’s not how you beg.”
“Please.”
“With a little more humility.” I kissed his nose and pulled back.
“Please, Yara. I need… I need you to give it to me.”
“How?” I raised a brow, balancing myself on my knees above him.
“Like you’re the only person who will ever be able to until the sun burns out.”
“Do you want to be mine forever?”
“With every part of my fucking being,” he pleaded, fingers tugging on my waist. “I want you to take so much of me, I’ll never be able to think of anything else when I’m horny.
When I’m alone at night, I want to remember you.
I want to touch myself, thinking of the fantasy that is you.
Please, Yara. I’ll do anything for one second of being like this with you.
I’ll crawl on my knees. Let you have the next thousand dares.
Fuck your pussy until you can’t take it anymore.
Whatever you need, I’ll do it with so much pleasure.
I want to give you so much. But I’m selfish enough to want to receive too. ”
“It’s not that selfish,” I said, breathless as I lowered myself, aligning with him. David relaxed when he realized he’d won me over. When he realized his begging was satisfactory.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“So polite,” I mused with a smile. “Nice work.”
He moaned at the praise, grabbing hold of my hand to place it in the middle of his chest. I was hesitant about applying pressure at first, taken aback by his conscious placement.
David shook his head as if he could read my thoughts. “I want to feel you. I want to make new memories. Could you do that with me? Can we do that together?”
I took a deep breath, centering myself amid the heavy emotion bubbling to the surface. “I can try. I will try.”
He smiled, grateful. “That’s all I ask.”
We kissed before I pushed inside him. It was a slow process that left us both buzzing. I glanced down for a second, watching the toy enter him. The moan that escaped my lips made his dick pulse between us.
“Okay?” I asked before sliding the rest of it inside.
David nodded, leaned forward to capture my nipple between his lips.
I screamed out in pleasure, my nails digging into his shoulder blades.
My breasts muffled his reply. As soon as I was completely inside him, I began moving my hips.
David’s tongue licked faster and harder, mimicking my motions.
My hand found his dick, and I stroked up and down, finding a mind-numbing tempo that had us both crying out for more.
“Am I…?” He tried to speak through the strokes but couldn’t get the words out.
I searched his gaze, finding what he wanted through those hooded eyes. “You’re taking it well. So damn well. Just keep breathing.”
“I want to last, but… you… you’re so…” He closed his eyes, resting his head back on the sheets.
“There you go,” I encouraged. “Breathe.”
“Yara, I…”
I speed up a little, working my hand and hips in tandem. “You’ve got this. You got me.”
“I don’t think I can…”
“You did,” I promised. I felt him reaching his peak. Pre-cum beaded at the swollen head. “You did enough. It’s enough. You’re enough.”
My encouragement and praise broke the last barrier between us. David’s gaze locked on mine as he proved I possessed every part of him.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned out when his hot cum spilled across my hand and his stomach. “Fuck me.”
I nearly come from the sight of him completely open, unbound by any judgment, sense of time, or place. He kept whispering my name, the syllables a prayer on his lips.
“I know,” I said as I leaned forward to kiss his neck. “I know, baby.”
David nearly choked with laughter. His grip around me tightened. I laughed when he flipped us over so that he was on top, far too amused at the red in his cheeks.
“I know how to wipe that little smirk off your face.” He smiled as he threatened me.
“Thought you said we should get me a change of clothes,” I teased.
“No point in doing that yet if I’m just going to take them off of you,” David said as he undid the straps around my waist.