CHAPTER 26 #3
In a swift motion, I turned, heading towards the bed, laying her body down beneath me.
Her flawless figure etched further up as my fingers unbuttoned her jeans.
Holding a smirk, I held eye contact with her, gripping the waistband in my fingers, her body jolting slightly as I slipped them down with surprising ease.
Throwing them to the floor, I pulled myself up, looking down over her body. Her chest rising and falling in quick bursts as I took her in. She was fucking perfect, everything I had imagined and so much more.
My eyes ran over the lacey underwear set, making my dick pulse as I lowered my hands to my belt. My want for her grew wild, running chaotic in my veins. But a part of me also wanted to savour the moment. I’d built this up in my head so many times, it didn’t feel real.
Releasing the clasp on my belt, I unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the floor.
Misfit pulled herself up, kneeling on the bed in front of me, her fingers tracing over my abs, her eyes shifting to my shaft still tightly encased within my boxers.
Her hand slowly slid beneath the fabric, caressing me, intensifying my hunger for her.
A pleasure-filled groan sounded from my throat as she teased.
My body crumbling to her touch, my hands laced across her lower back.
We connected once again; her body pressed against mine as I forced her backwards onto the bed, gripping her wrist. Her other hand shifted, nails biting into my skin as she ran them down the length of my back, skin rippling from the sensation.
Even in the darkened room, I could sense the trepidation in her movements.
We were crossing a line, and there would be no going back after this.
My voice lowered as I pulled back, looking at her.
“Tell me what you want?” My eyes searched her features for any sign of uncertainty. She paused, breathing quick as I could see her fighting against herself. Until a small smile appeared, tugging at the edge of her mouth as she answered.
“You.”
Hearing her words ignited something within me, the fierce want that had grown for so long suddenly rushed to the surface, only enhanced by the intoxicated state I was already in.
Lifting myself slightly, I took her jaw in my free hand, pulling her face to mine.
Our lips pushed together with a force I knew would cause bruising to remind us in the morning.
My body began to ache; I needed to feel every part of her in this moment.
Sliding my hand from her jaw, I traced the line of her collarbone, brushing the tip of my finger over the bra strap, the thick elastic feeling rough against my skin.
Moving my hand even further down as I deepened the kiss, I felt the ridge of her underwear.
I lifted the lace fabric as I pushed my hand underneath it.
The coarse lace rubbed against the back of my hand as I slipped it over her sex.
My mind erupted as I felt the heat thick between her thighs.
Her excitement making my mouth water with anticipation.
My middle finger pushed over her swollen clit, causing her body to react, back arching against me, a soft moan escaping between our mouths.
I paused for a moment over her clit, circling, melting into the way it made her body move.
Hips pushing into me before I continued moving down, her wetness pooling at her entrance, making it more than easy to slide my finger inside.
As I pushed, another moan left her mouth, followed quickly by a sharp intake of breath.
Although my senses were contorted right now, I still stopped for a second to ensure I hadn’t hurt her.
Misfit’s arms moved around my back, pulling me against her as she pressed her hips towards me again.
Pushing a second finger deeper inside, she tightened around me.
My mind began to spin, thoughts rushing through of how much I needed to have her tightening around me instead.
Misfit began to rock her hips against my hand, building up a rhythm.
All inhibitions now lost between us; I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed more.
I removed my hand from between her thighs, gripping either side of her underwear, revealing her to me completely.
Lifting myself onto my knees, I gripped my length at the base before running my hand up it.
Gliding my thumb over the tip as my own arousal beaded on my slit.
I used my free hand to grab Misfit’s wrists, pushing them above her head, pinning her in place.
A fear in her eyes sparked behind the want.
But I didn’t care now. All I wanted was to fuck her until neither of us could think anymore.
Pressing myself against her entrance, I damn near blew my load there and then as the heat pressed against me.
My eyes slamming shut in pleasure as I pushed deeper into her, I knew I was slightly thicker than she had anticipated, feeling a slight resistance as her gasp filled the air, followed by a throaty moan.
My mind was lost.
God damn, she felt incredible.
We began to move in unison, our bodies craving more with every hip thrust. As our orgasms began to grow, an animalistic, almost feral reaction started to take hold.
Kissing hard against each other. Lips being bitten.
Her nails digging hard into my skin, the warmth of blood beading in their trail.
Sweat dripping on our bodies as moans slipped between us both.
When her voice called out my name, I nearly lost it entirely.
Our movements became frantic as both of our bodies screamed for the need to climax. A low growl rumbled through my chest as Misfit pushed her nails deeper into my skin. I felt her hips thrust towards me harder, her pace having become desperate as her wetness tensed around me.
Both of our bodies crumbled to the feeling.
Electric screaming through our veins. Misfits back arching as I pushed myself deeper into her.
Releasing my load as the scream she had been holding on to ripped from her throat.
Neither of us expecting the intensity of the climax.
My back tensed, my hips shaking as I pumped into her every last drop I had to give.
Our chests heaved against each other, my head lolling into her neck as her legs shook at my sides. Her body still riding the orgasmic high as she pulsated around me. The feeling of her was irresistible. Incomparable to any drug I’d ever taken or alcohol I’d ever consumed.
Her fingers ran softly into my hair as I trailed my lips along her collarbone. Exhaling as I released myself from her, resting my head against her chest.
No words needed to be spoken between us.
A silent understanding that we had succumbed to this magnetic connection between us.