36. Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Six
Ash
S he’s hot, so damn hot. She feels like she might just burst, like she might just come apart and explode. She doesn’t care that it’s only from rubbing herself on his big, thick thigh. She wants him, all of him, any part she can get.
She’s wet, dripping, and knows she’s making a mess of his nice jeans. But she couldn’t care less. The friction feels amazing. She didn’t know something so simple could feel so good.
His hand slips down over the front of the towel, skimming past her breasts and abdomen, till he reaches the opening at the bottom.
She spreads her legs wide for him, but he hovers there, teasing her.
She stops rutting against his thigh, taking in deep gulping breaths of air as she waits for him to move.
He kisses her neck softly, trails his fingers over her thigh.
She’s still on the edge, still ready to come at any moment, and the fucker is teasing her.
“Come on, Raif, I need you.”
“Do you, baby?” he raises his head from her neck to look at her. His gaze is soft, fond. She knows she must look wild, feels it in her bones how much she’s shaking apart for him, for his touch.
She pulls at the towel, wanting to expose herself to him, wanting to feel all of him pressed against her.
She struggles with the top of it for a moment, it’s tucked in too tightly around her breasts, then finally it’s free.
She opens it over her whole body and sees his eyes trail down, and his smile widens.
He bends down, sucking a nipple into her mouth, and she keens. It’s too much and not enough. He bites and nibbles at her breast while his other hand moves in soft, small circles on her thigh. She wonders if she’s gotten the bed wet with how drenched her pussy is.
Raif’s hand moves up, slowly, till he just grazes her folds. She pushes her hips down, trying to get him to touch her more, but the leg he has thrown over hers keeps her still.
She’s beyond begging him for more, all she can do is pant and wait for him to touch her.
Which he finally does, cupping her sex and pressing the heel of his hand to her clit.
Fireworks shoot behind her closed eyes. It feels so good, and she’s so damn close to coming.
He strokes her, softly and slowly. Like he’s just feeling her, touching her.
Not like she’s a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
When he finally gets to her opening, he just rubs there gently, not putting his fingers in or applying any pressure, she writhes on the bed.
His mouth is still on her nipple, just sucking softly.
Why is he teasing her like this? Why is he drawing it out?
For goodness' sake, he’s still fully clothed.
Her hands are clenched so tightly in the sheets that her fingers hurt.
She must have stopped touching him at some point, too caught up in the pleasure to do more than lie there and take it.
He parts her lips, rubbing up and down her whole slit, and her clit is so swollen it’s thrumming with her heartbeat.
She whimpers, it escapes her throat before she can choke it back, and he shushes her softly, hand leaving her pussy to stroke her hair. She realizes she’s been crying when he wipes away a tear. She doesn’t feel his hand move from her face till it’s back between her legs.
His touch becomes deeper, pressing into her, sliding his fingers in and then thrusting in and out quickly. He doesn’t curl them, which she wants so badly. She knows if he just curled them and hit that spot inside her, she’d explode. But he continues to draw it out, torturing her in the best way.
He licks her bottom lip, and she realizes he’s trying to kiss her.
She tries to kiss back, she really does, but she mostly just pants in his mouth as he drives his tongue in and out.
When his thumb strokes her clit she arches off the bed.
It’s so fucking good that she sobs loudly.
He shushes her again softly, kissing her cheek, nose, and forehead.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he tells her.
Then there’s more pleasure, he rubs her clit in steady circles, leaving his fingers inside her, moving in and out in little thrusts.
She can feel him everywhere his body touches her.
His breath on her face, the scratch of the denim from his leg on her thigh, the way his arm rests across her body, going downwards to her sex.
His fingers, oh God, his fingers. They work magic on her. Every time she gets close and tenses, he backs off. Still teasing her, still holding off her orgasm. She can’t take it, she’s about to pull his hand off and do it herself. She can’t wait anymore.
“You ready, baby? You want to come?”
All she can do is moan as his fingers pick up speed, thumb circling and pressing on her swollen nub of nerves.
“Come.”
She does, back arches so far off the bed it hurts.
She’s silent, but it feels like her body is screaming.
He works her through it, rubbing and thrusting.
It’s sensitive, her whole damn body is sensitive, but her orgasm keeps going.
All she can see is white, and she doesn’t know if her eyes are open or closed.
It’s everywhere, all-consuming, and she knows she’s never had an orgasm this intense.
It could be minutes or hours or seconds later, but finally she feels herself coming to.
He’s circling her clit softly, and little zings of pleasure zip up her spine, she’s still coming.
He’s kissing her neck, and it feels incredible. All she can do is lie there and breathe. When she opens her eyes, her vision is fuzzy, and it takes a few blinks before it clears. He’s still touching her sex, and she shivers from the continued pleasure.
He rubs again, harder, and she moans loudly. It’s starting again. She never came down from the first orgasm, and she can feel a second one building.
He doesn’t tease her like the first time.
He bites at her neck, sucking harshly, and she knows he’ll leave a mark.
For all to see, she thinks and likes it.
His hand rubs around her whole pussy, in between her lips, down to her opening, and back up to her clit.
There’s a wet sound as he moves his hand in circles, and before she would have been embarrassed at the audible sound of her wetness, but now it just turns her on.
It seems to turn him on, too, because he growls into her neck and bites harder at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
She finally, finally, releases her clenched hands from the sheets and wraps them around him, holding on tight.
She pulls him more so he’s on top of her, and she can feel the material of his shirt rubbing on her breasts, aggravating her nipples in a way that feels so good.
His heavy, big body presses into her, and she thrusts up as much as she can against his hand.
He speeds up, rubbing all his fingers across her whole sex, the wet sound loud in the room.
When he focuses all his fingers on her clit she loses it.
Moaning loudly in his ear while her whole body shakes.
The second orgasm is ripped out of her, she feels it rocket up her spine till she’s throwing her head back in pleasure.
The wet sounds become wetter, sloppier, and she doesn’t think orgasms have even been this good in her whole life.
When she finally comes down, she realizes she had clawed and dug her nails into his back.
He’s breathing deeply, he rests his forehead on her shoulder, and she strokes his hair.
His hand has stopped moving and is just cupping her.
He slides his finger, once, twice, in her again before pulling his hand away completely and rolling his body off of hers.
She turns to her side and leans over to kiss him. His eyes are closed, and he looks like he’s the one who was put through the wringer.
She strokes his chest, hand moving lower down his abdomen till he catches her wrist.
“No need, baby, I came just from touching you.”
And if that isn’t the hottest thing she’s ever heard.