Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Izzy
In the next few seconds, I’m flipped to my back again. Ledger makes quick work of tearing off my sweater, bra, and leggings. I tried to aid in the process, but his hands worked too quickly. All I can do is lie still and try not to lose feeling in my face from smiling too much.
I barely have a chance to touch him before his mouth is covering my right nipple. He sucks, swirls his tongue, and slowly presses his hips forward all at once. When he adds a rough hand to my other breast, it’s almost too much, causing my eyes to flutter closed and my back to arch up toward him.
I’m well aware of the rule that men are usually shit at multitasking. But the way his mouth, his hands, and his hips all work in tandem dispels the theory altogether. He’s most definitely the exception, and I silently thank the universe for landing me in this man’s bed.
His tip slides over my clit, forcing a whimper from my lips. My body reacts to each of his slow grinds, and I lift my legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him in for more. With every movement of his hips down on mine, we’re closer to abandoning whatever tiny bit of restraint is left between us.
“Ledger,” I moan. “I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t find a condom and start fucking me soon.”
He processes my words instantly, lifting away from my body and rolling off the bed to jog into the bathroom and shuffle through the drawers.
A minute later, he’s back on top of me, and I don’t waste a second before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling our bodies flush against each other once again.
He groans, opening his mouth for a kiss on the side of my neck. My knees bend, my hips flex up, and I silently beg him to defile me before I spontaneously combust.
“Please.”
“What was that?”
“Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
“Fuck,” he groans into the shell of my ear. “Don’t beg me, baby. You have no idea what it does to me.”
He’s impossibly hard as he pushes up against my core, so I think I have some idea.
The top row of my teeth bites down on my lower lip, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
A long, pent-up moan finally vibrates through my chest when his hips draw back slightly, lining himself up just right, and then fully bottoming out inside me with one thrust.
“Jesus,” I whisper. He wasted absolutely no time easing in, and the pressure of him completely inside of me nearly takes my breath away.
“Again,” I plead. “More.”
He slips his hand under the back of my knee, lifting it until my left leg is over his shoulder.
His opposite hand presses down on my right thigh, perfectly burying himself inside me until he’s as deep as he can go.
It’s painful in the best way, and the burning stretch quickly eases to a jaw-dropping pulse of pleasure, sending a ribbon of shocks through each vein in my body.
The fullness is enough to cause my jaw to drop.
I clench around him to heighten the sensation until he drops his head between my neck and shoulder.
He exhales a massive breath just as I gasp for air.
Our chests take turns rising and falling in synchronized harmony like that for what seems like minutes.
When he finally lifts his hips and snaps them forward again with enough momentum to push me back a few feet toward the headboard, I scream his name, already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm tightening in my core.
I do my best to hang on, but my arms eventually fall to the comforter underneath me, gripping it with force as Ledger continues with a punishing pace. It’s all I can do to remind myself to keep breathing, despite his powerful body slamming into me again and again.
I have never in my life been fucked like this, of that I am one hundred percent certain.
Between each drive of his hips, his mouth hovers over the shell of my ear. His heavy breaths tickle over my skin as he speaks in his low husky voice.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.” Thrust. “I want you like this all night, Iz. Once isn’t going to be enough for me.” Thrust. “Fuck, when you squeeze my cock like that? It drives me mad.” Thrust.
He clamps down on his jaw and then stills after filling me to the hilt and causing me to pulse inside from the borderline unbearable fullness.
“Maybe I’ll stay like this until the sun comes up tomorrow. Look at us fitting perfectly together. Fuck, it’s better than a dream being inside you like this.”
My eyes cast down, and I swallow a whimper at the sight of his hips flush against mine. My mouth opens, but I’m speechless. Any words I had previously swirling around in my brain have dissipated into a fog of pleasure.
The fact that he’s choosing now to get wordy and talkative is a twist I didn’t see coming. This man, who typically remains quiet with his many thoughts, is handing out sweet nothings like they’re candy, and I’m eating up every bit of his filthy words and promises.
On instinct, my fingers gravitate toward my clit, aching to add the tiny bit of extra pressure I need. Ledger intercepts my hand, stopping his movements and gripping my wrist as he pulls out and flips me to my stomach.
I land face-first into the pillow with a whimper.
I try to bring my hands up on either side of the pillow for support, but it’s then I realize he has both of them pinned behind me.
He’s got both of my wrists in one hand. The other lifts my hips until I’m on my knees, cheek still pressed against the pillow.
“That’s my job,” he growls, using his free hand to reach under my hips and smooth down my lower abdomen until his middle finger presses ruthlessly against my overly-sensitive clit.
I can feel the pool of wetness building just beneath his touch as a result of how natural and instinctive he is with my body. It’s like he’s studied maps of my anatomy for years, dedicating every curve and pressure point to memory for the day he has a chance to touch me.
The position change makes the surface of my skin burn with anticipation, and I desperately push back against him.
“I want you to come apart on my cock,” he says, pausing to lift one leg so that his foot is flat on the bed next to me. He thrusts inside me once again and then continues. “But you can touch yourself next time. This time, I want to feel it all for myself.”
Next time.
I sigh, letting every tense muscle that I’ve been clenching up until now relax into the blissful notion that he can’t stop thinking about doing this again.
Next time.
The borderline cocky cadence in his words in combination with three more punishing thrusts and his circling fingers do me in. I turn my face, trying to muffle the sound.
“Scream my name all you want, Iz,” Ledger growls from behind me. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. No one gets to hear you but me.”
It’s too late, and I barely hear his discernible words as I ride out my orgasm with my face in the pillow, savoring every single delightful surge and the aftershocks that follow.
Eventually, I lift my head the best I can, considering my hands are still trapped behind my back. He loosens his hold as I attempt to pull them apart. Just when I regain control of my upper body, Ledger pulls away and flips me back to our original position.
I feel weightless as he maneuvers me so effortlessly. He settles quickly between my thighs, crashing his lips to mine and pushing back inside me at the same time.
The last few lingering waves of my orgasm find new life, ramping up intensity as he finally jerks his hips with his own release.
Our lips stay locked until we finally have to come up for air. I nuzzle my nose into his neck while he buries his face in my hair, trying to catch his breath.
“You,” he says gruffly between heavy exhales, “are fucking perfect.”
Ledger is growling in my ear that I’m perfect while his dick is literally still hard and fully inside me. I haven’t even stopped trembling yet from that life-altering orgasm, for crying out loud.
I almost laugh at how unbelievably dreamlike it all is.
Thinking about his words, I realize the weight behind them.
He’s not a lovey dovey guy by nature. I don’t think he spews sweet nothings out of habit.
What he said holds an honesty that brings a blush to my cheeks.
My eyes close, and I press my lips together, wondering if this thing between us is as good as I think it is or if there are levels to my delusion.