His hands move slowly up, then down my back. Over and over. The warmth from the fire is nothing compared to the heat his hands unleash in me. He sucks my bottom lip between his own, pulling slightly, using his teeth to make me hiss. I rock my hips against him, reminding him of the power I have.
My head falls back, his mouth now trailing my jaw, then down my throat. He's going so painfully slow, licking every inch of my skin. I hear the whimpers coming out of my mouth and I don't care. I have to find some way to tell him what he's doing to me.
His head dips lower, his tongue dancing over my chest to my tits. My nipples are already rock-hard, waiting for his mouth. When his lips close around one stiff peak I cry out, digging my nails into his back. I lean further away, giving him better access. He holds me up as though I weigh nothing, his arms around me.
He moves to the other nipple and again I cry out, now moving my hips in slow circles against him. We're so close to each other, only a few thin layers of cotton separating us. I feel his hard length against me, hear him groan as I make contact again and again. The pressure against my mound is driving me crazy, and I feel my panties getting soaked through.
"So good," I manage to moan between gasps for air. I'm breathless, my chest heaving. I need him so much it's painful, my clit throbbing.
I reach down to where I know he's straining to get out of his shorts and slide my hand inside. It's his turn to moan when my fingers make contact with him and wrap around his thick shaft.
"Shit," he whispers, his head falling back this time. I run my tongue along his throat, nibbling him as I stroke his cock. I've never been so brazen, but I've never felt any of this before. Like I want to devour him, and be devoured.
"You like that?" I whisper breathlessly, gripping him. He moans again and I feel him throb in my hand. My own pussy clenches in reply.
"Suck it," he groans. "Please … suck it … "
I climb from his lap and sink to my knees. I've never liked doing this, but with him it seems natural. I want to. I love the pleading sound of his voice and want him to beg for more. For once, I have power over him.
When my lips close over the head, he lets out a shuddering gasp. I take my time, not really confident in my skill, but the sound of his reactions leads me in the right direction. The way he gasps, groans, and urges me on builds my confidence and gets me even hotter than before.
He takes a handful of my hair, massaging my scalp with his fingers. "That's right, baby. Just like that. That's so good." I can't take all of him into my mouth, gagging around three quarters of the way down, so instinctively I stroke the rest with my hand and use it as an extension of my mouth. I keep up my slow, deliberate pace, licking as I go since I can tell it drives him crazy.
Soon, he's thrusting into my mouth and I know he's getting close. I suck harder, harder, now wanting him to come in mouth. I can't believe this change in me. I want to feel dirty, do things I've never done. He tries to stop me, to pull out, but I won't give up. He has no choice but to let go, shooting his load straight down my throat. He grunts once, twice as he spurts deep into me. I hold him in my mouth until I know he's finished, then let him slip out.
He's breathing heavily, with a smile on his face. I feel good, knowing I've pleased him.
"So that's how it's gonna be?" he asks once he catches his breath. I don't have time to answer before he pulls me to my feet and rips off the boxers and panties. He kneels on the floor and pulls me down with him, then pushes me back until I'm stretched out in front of the hearth, the rug under my back.
Without another word his head is between my legs, giving me all the pleasure I just gave him. He licks my smooth mound, which I know is slick with my juices by now. "Taste so good … " I hear him groan in between long laps of his tongue against my swollen lips. I'm in heaven, eyes closed, almost not breathing. Just focused on the sensations he's causing.
Soon, I'm begging him for more. "More what?" he asks, running his thumb over my mound, not yet dipping inside.
"Please, eat me!" I nearly scream it, not caring how I sound. I just want to come and end this agony. I'm rewarded by the feeling of having my lips spread, then the indescribable bliss of the first touch of his tongue on my aching clit. I arch my back, crying out again and again. His tongue flicks back and forth, then up and down. He sucks my bud between his lips, then goes even lower to lick my dripping hole.
I'm lost in sensation, my head rolling from side to side as a long series of moans flows from me. My whole body begins to tense as the pressure builds, my breathing quickens. I'm so close, so ready. He reads my reaction and attacks my clit with a furious series of flicks with the tip of his tongue. That does it-I'm screaming, my thighs gripping his head, my back arched as the day's built-up tension explodes inside me, then flows over and through me.
Still he doesn't stop. Now he slides two fingers inside my sheath, still pulsing from my orgasm. I hardly know what he's doing, only half-conscious in the afterglow. The beautiful waves are still rolling over me to crest higher and higher as Jax's fingers begin pumping in and out of me. Instead of the blissful feelings dying off, they get stronger. I start climbing again, screaming now, the pleasure almost too much to handle. I've never come twice like this before and I'm not sure I can handle it.
"Fuck, Jax!" I scream, clawing at his shoulders as the second climax washes over me. I notice wetness on my cheeks and realize I'm crying. The whole thing is so surprising I don't know what to think. My entire body is trembling from the force until it passes, and I'm left in wonder of what just happened. I didn't think it was possible.
I feel his fingers leave me and I moan softly. I reach for him, needing to be held. He takes me in his arms, but instead of staying beside me on the floor he stands. He carries me with him up the stairs, into his bedroom. I don't fight him. I don't want to.
Chapter 11
Jax
She's even better than I imagined. I lay her on the bed, already hard and ready to go again. The taste of her pussy, the sounds she made as she came, drove me crazy.
I look down at her body, the moonlight coming through the window and painting her silver. The big, firm tits are heaving up and down, just like I'd imagined. The little waist and round, tight little ass. The long, smooth legs. She has a body that was made for this, and I'm overcome with the urge to own it. I want to ride her until she screams and begs me to stop.
I lower myself over her, taking the time to appreciate every inch of skin I come into contact with. I start at her slim ankle, running my fingers over it, then moving slowly up until I reach her ass. She squirms, gasping when my fingers brush across her sensitive skin. I stay there, caressing softly, driving her crazy.
"Oh my God, Jax," she whispers, biting into my shoulder. She lets out a shuddery moan with every stroke along her soft skin, trembling. I realize she hasn't really been touched before. This is all new to her. She doesn't even know what her body is capable of. When my fingers slide between her ass cheeks, she gasps sharply.
"Relax. Let go." I stroke her there, back and forth over her most private place, while flicking my tongue over her nipples. They're perfect, the kind that beg to be sucked. She writhes under me, eyes closed, mouth open. Her moans are deeper now, almost primal. I gently rake my teeth across one nipple and she arches her back.
Meanwhile, my fingers are still exploring her ass. She whimpers a little every time I linger near her puckered hole, but I don't go any further. Just teasing her is enough. Making her think I will. I rub it gently with my thumb and she nearly jumps off the bed. Her fingers are digging into my shoulder, and I wonder how badly I'll be bruised tomorrow.
But I don't stop. Instead I go lower with my tongue, now licking her navel. She holds the back of my head close to her, moaning in approval. I kiss and lick across her flat stomach, then down to her hips. She rolls them in a circular motion, grinding them toward my face. I know what she wants, but I'm not going to give it to her just yet. Soon.
I'm back at her pussy, the scent making me twitch painfully. I want to bury myself inside her, but first I want to give her all the pleasure she can handle.
I find her pink button again and swipe my tongue over it. She's ready for more, soaking wet and begging again for me to lick her pussy until she comes. Just the sound of the words coming out of her mouth makes my balls ache. She sounds so fucking sexy when she talks like this, her voice raw and throaty.
I lick faster, pressing harder against her clit. She moans louder, signaling that I'm on the right track. I start circling her wet hole with my thumb, teasing her as I lick. She sounds desperate, crying out almost pitifully. Like she's going insane. When I slide two fingers deep inside she screams my name. I can't wait to fuck her now, just to hear that again.