Chapter 8 #2
He grins at the challenge and then his lips find mine again, and I lean against him, wanting to feel his strong body against me.
My knees shake with the intensity of his kiss, and I can feel the thick length of his erection pressing against my stomach, I start grinding against him without thinking about it. My body just takes over.
It feels so freeing to turn off my brain and just feel, just listen to what my body needs.
I need him.
“Fisher. Get naked,” I order, and he nods, already reaching for his shirt.
He pulls it off easily, and my eyes run over his body.
He’s so toned and muscled. His dark hair is tousled, and I want to fix it, but I kind of like him looking like this.
He’s always so put together and polished-looking.
I have a feeling that I’m the only one who gets to see him like this, and I love that.
“Your turn,” he says, nodding to my pants, and I take a deep breath before I unbutton and unzip them.
I slowly push them down my legs and then kick them to the side. My fingers toy with the band of my panties, and Fisher swallows hard, his eyes locked on my hands.
A bolt of confidence shoots through me. I can see how badly he wants me and it makes me feel sexy and bold.
I pull the panties down my legs and then I’m standing in front of him, completely naked.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I blush.
“Your turn,” I whisper, and he hurries to strip.
I giggle at his enthusiasm, and he grins at me.
“You look like a dream, Vera.”
“You look like a piece of artwork,” I say as my eyes roam over him.
His cock is hard and pointing straight at me. He’s so much longer and bigger than I thought was even possible.
“Touch me,” I whisper, and he’s at my side in an instant.
He reaches for me, pulling me against him. and I shiver as I feel his hot muscles against my curves. He backs me up against the bed. and I gasp as I tip backward, falling onto the mattress.
“I wish that this was our house or a five-star hotel. Not here,” he says as he comes down over me, and I smile.
“This is fine with me. I need you. Please don’t make me wait.”
“Never.”
His lips land on mine, and I cling to him as he kisses me. I can feel his hard length between my legs, brushing against me, and it has me getting wetter and wetter. I try to move my hips to get him where I need him the most, but he has me pinned to the bed.
“Not yet,” he tells me. “I need to make sure that you’re ready for me.”
I want to ask him what that means, but he’s moving down my body before I can.
His hands cup my breasts, and I moan, arching up into his hold. His thumbs pluck at my nipples, and I cry out. It feels like every time he does that, my core gets even more drenched.
I wiggle on the bed, and he groans, pinching my nipples as he kisses lower.
“I need to get my mouth on your tits, but it will have to be a little later.”
I nod mindlessly, and he chuckles as he kneels at the edge of the bed and spreads my thighs wider.
“Fisher,” I gasp, and then he’s burying his face between my legs. “OH!”
I shout, trying to catch my breath as Fisher’s mouth works me over.
His tongue licks a path up my core and then finds my clit.
He teases that little ball of nerves, and my hands tunnel into his hair as I hold him to me.
He sucks that little pearl into his mouth, and I explode, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
Fisher licks up my release, and I jerk against him as his tongue licks over my clit again.
“Please,” I beg, and he kisses the inside of each of my thighs before he stands.
His lips and chin are still wet with my orgasm, and I shiver at the animalistic look on his face.
Fisher drags me to the center of the bed and then comes down over me. He cages me in with his body, and I wrap my legs around his waist, needing to feel closer to him.
He kisses me and his cock nudges at my opening.
I inhale at how good it feels already and I can see Fisher gritting his teeth.
I lift my hips, my heels digging into his ass, and his cock slips into me an inch.
We both groan, and his eyes lock with mine as he thrusts forward a bit, lodging another thick inch inside of me.
“Fisher, God,” I pant, and he nods.
“You feel so damn good. So tight. So fucking perfect,” he grits out.
He thrusts forward again, and we both hold our breaths as he nudges against my virginity. His eyes lock with mine, and I nod.
“Make me yours,” I tell him.
“You’ve been mine since we ran into each other at the grocery store.”
My heart races and tears sting my eyes at his words.
Fisher kisses me and thrusts forward, popping my cherry and claiming me.
“You’re so fucking tight and wet, baby,” he groans as he pauses inside of me.
He lets me get used to the feeling of us being joined, and then he starts to move.
We both moan as we find our rhythm together. Our bodies move in sync, and soon, I’m lifting my hips to meet each of his thrusts.
“I’ve never felt anything so perfect,” he groans as his movements start to get faster and harder.
His words have tingles spreading throughout my body, and I grip his biceps, my nails biting into his skin there as another orgasm starts to build inside of me.
“I’m so close,” I pant, and Fisher starts to pound into me.
I can feel his cock starting to swell inside of me, and I know that he’s close too. I look up, meeting his dark gaze, and what I see there sends me over the edge.
“Fisher,” I cry out, and he buries his face in my neck as he reaches his own peak.
“Fuck, Vera.”
He kisses my neck and I sigh, my eyes starting to fall closed.
“I don’t want to go bowling,” I tell him, and he starts to laugh as he pulls out of me.
“Yeah, I think we can find something better to do than that.”
“Hmm, what did you have in mind?” I ask him, rolling onto my side to face him.
“Well, I thought that first, I would feed you, and then…” he says, trailing kisses up my neck.
“Switch those and I’m in,” I moan, and he grins against my skin.
“It’s a deal.”