CHAPTER ELEVEN #2
That weird thing is still happening to me, and it’s getting stronger and stronger by the minute as I take in the sight of the man before me, on his knees, for me.
It’s sending a heat through my body that I can’t fight off, a feeling of pleasure through my throat that I can’t swallow down, and it’s for these reasons I act quickly when Julius moves to stand up.
I place my hand on his head and slide him back down to the floor on his knees. “I think I like you better like this,” I say and he watches me closely for a moment.
“Why’s that?” he asks, but I don’t say anything. Instead I watch him back, our eye contact getting more intense the harder Julius looks at me, the darker his eyes get as they pierce into mine. He’s fucking me with them, and I can’t deal with how much more of it I want.
I don’t know what’s happening in this moment. We seem to be at a standstill, with neither of us moving, neither of us getting another word out. But the tension in the air is palpable. So palpable I don’t hesitate to ask, “Is this turning you on or am I just fucking crazy right now?”
“You’re not crazy,” he says quickly. “I shouldn’t be down here right now but I am, and the view is fucking me up, Captain.” There’s a hint of desperation in his voice. Watching him from up here, I really do feel like the fucking Captain and it’s only fuelling my desire even more.
“Which view? Show me,” I say.
He lifts my top up with one hand and uses his other to steady my stomach as he rolls his tongue around it in a smooth motion.
“This one,” he says when he comes up for air.
“He hitches himself up a little, still remaining on his knees and he presses his tongue fiercely against my nipple, and then takes it fully into his mouth that’s so beautifully hot. “And this,” he says in between sucks.
My moans are quick and breathless, and I fix my hands on his head as best I can with how weak I’m getting by the minute. A surge of pleasure courses through me as he continues sucking my nipple, moving between one breast and the other while his fingers make their way down.
When they finally reach my pussy, he plays around with my clit for a little bit which instantly has my body vibrating. He moves one finger inside and keeps two on my clit, rubbing a smooth rhythm against me while his tongue continues its assault on my upper body.
I’m practically gyrating at this point, loving every feeling of him on me, and it’s not long before I’m walking backwards, my pleasure increasing as he crawls in line with my steps until I finally reach my bed and fall back onto it.
It’s at that point that he removes his mouth from my nipple, and before I can even move to find out what’s going on, his tongue sends a vibration through my clit that has me shivering on the bed.
I’m writhing and crying out, his tongue working its away around my pussy, while this time his fingers find my nipple and I let out a gasp as he pinches them one by one.
“Fuck, that feels so fucking good. All of it does. Ah, your tongue,” I say.
I don’t even have time to get out a, “Don’t stop,” because he works me like a fucking machine and when I erupt, it feels like the world is changing before me, a new dimension that could be the only explanation for the unreal sensations his tongue has set off inside of my entire body.
I can’t try to flatten the sounds of my moans even if I wanted to.
It’s too much. It’s all too much, but it’s all too good.
When his tongue is finally released from my pussy, the loss of it is just one of the reasons I slump down on the bed, though I feel nothing but euphoria right now.
“I need to kiss you so bad,” he says, and I lift my head up to find him watching me with a look in his eyes that tells me he’s close to losing control.
But I have another idea. “No, fuck me now.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Now,” I say, not even looking as I fumble around in my bedside drawer and pull out a condom.
He intercepts it as soon as I throw it at him, and I feel the urgency in the air as he hurries to put it on.
Then he’s climbing onto the bed, the weight of him and all that comes with this moment, feeling so right as he sets my right leg over his shoulder while my left leg bends to the side.
I expect him to keep moving, but he stops for a moment while never taking his eyes off me. “You’re beautiful,” he says.
I feel a flutter…everywhere at that. But then I remind myself of what is going on here and we’re quickly back to us both watching each other intensely as he slowly inserts himself inside of me. After a few seconds of adjusting he begins thrusting into me like he’s completing his life’s work.
He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, and I take it and give it, my moans flying out of my mouth with ease as my pleasure takes over me, and before I know it I’m letting my body do its thing as I shiver while my orgasm pummels through me.
It’s a feeling I haven’t had in a while, and I feel the urge to wrap it up in a bottle and save it because I can’t remember the last time I feel as light as I do now.
He pumps a few more times and then he releases a rough groan into my ears as his cum spills out of him and I can’t help but replay the sound over and over again while we catch our breath.
“Do you forgive me now?” he says after a while.
“I think you made a good case for yourself,” I say.
A case that I’m going to need more of.