Once, twice, three times, and I came crashing over the edge, screaming like a banshee.
Every muscle in my body seized to a single, tight knot of hypersensitive flesh, pushed over cliff after cliff by Blaine's persistent suckling on my clit. Only when I collapsed back down on the bed, too weak to move, did he ease up on my pulsing flesh. With a few, gentle kisses he lifted his head to look at me. Despite his smug smirk, the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Oh my God, Blaine," I gasped. "How did you do that? I think … I think I just had an orgasm with my entire body."
"I aim to please," he said, giving me a cheeky wink before he dove back in
"Ooh!" My toes curled at the feel of his silky, yet strong laps up the center of my pussy. But what should have been too much so shortly after such a mind-shattering orgasm proved to feel just right. Blaine avoided my clit, kissing, licking and sucking his way up my slick folds until my pleasure-numbed body began to mount once more. I don't know how long he spent reawakening every nerve in my sex, but before he returned his attention to my clit, my hands were once again buried in his hair.
"Come on, Blaine, please," I begged, tugging at his black locks. "Don't tease, please. Oh God, I need you."
I swear, I could feel his smirk against my lower lips as he ghosted the very tip of his tongue across my aching clit.
"Yess!" I hissed, attempting to press my pelvis up against him.
Before I could get anywhere, Blaine released my left leg, letting it flop back down on the mattress so he could shift his grip on me-and once again change his focus from my clit.
I cried out with frustration, but my displeasure cut off when two long fingers slipped into my opening, stretching me deliciously before they curved after my G-spot.
"Oh, yes!" I gasped. Ohh, yes, that was what I needed! In my desperate desire for Blaine's tongue I had nearly forgotten what I truly craved from him.
Blaine slipped another finger into my tight sheath and began thrusting slowly, making sure he rubbed the soft bit of flesh on my frontal wall.
I bucked and squirmed, lost on pleasure so intense my eyes teared up. But when he finally pressed the flat side of his tongue against my clit, my hands flew up to his forehead, stopping him.
"No, no, not like that. I need you to fuck me, please, oh God, please just fuck me! I want to come on your cock, not your fingers."
Blaine withdrew his fingers before he lifted up, kneeling between my thighs. The look on his face was enough to make my pussy clench.
"I am going to fuck you until you can't take any more," he growled while opening his pants. "I'll give you every inch I've got, and I'm going to make you come on me so hard you won't be able to walk straight, baby."
I swallowed at the sight of his hard cock. Blaine had a lot of inches to give, and though I knew from experience he'd fit, it was impossible not to blanch a little at the prospect of taking all of him.
Blaine trailed a couple of fingers up through my slit, making me shiver with renewed want.
"You're soaking, love," he said, voice as gruff as I'd ever heard it. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on one hand. The other he used to guide his cock to my pussy.
The feel of him against my opening made me draw in a quick breath that turned to a low whimper when he slowly pushed in, spreading me wide on his thick girth.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned. "So slick and warm."
I was too busy panting and moaning to reply. There was a slight pain from being opened so wide, but mainly, feeling him sliding into the very depths of my being was out-of-this-world amazing. He was gentle with me, in sharp contrast to our first time together, but he never stopped pushing into me until his cock was finally fully hilted. I could feel every single one of his heart beats from where we were connected. I had never been so close with another human being-it felt like our bodies were made for each other, like all I had waited for my entire life was to be one with this man.
I looked up into his eyes and saw a similar expression of revelry painted across Blaine's features.
Then he pulled back, groaning deeply from pleasure, only to thrust back in again the next second. And again. And again.
My world exploded into a wave of sensory ecstasy. The feel of him was so full and so, so good, his thick cock dragging deliciously against my g-spot and filling me past full over and over and over.
I rolled my hips up for more, crying out from being too full, and then did it again-and again, digging my nails into Blaine's strong hips to ensure he didn't pull away.
Not that I'd needed to.
After ensuring I was open enough to take all of him, Blaine had seemingly had enough of taking it slow. He lifted my thighs over his arms, grabbed my hips tight, and pulled back up for more leverage. And then he fucked me. Hard.
I screamed until my throat was sore, thrashing on the bed as I took his cock to the hilt over and over. The wet sounds from my desperately clenching pussy were emphasized by the slapping of flesh as his hips beat against my arse, like an audible proof of just how deep he was going.
It was bliss-the perfect mixture of bone-shattering pleasure from the delicious friction and a full, stretching sort of pain from just how hard I was getting pummeled by Blaine's brutal cock.
I came with a sobbing cry, my pussy clenching down hard on his girth as euphoria made my entire body seize. He fucked me through it, ignoring my pleas for a break until they turned into hard gasps of "more" and "harder." Then he complied, pounding into me like a man possessed.
I came again, my orgasm rocketing through my entire body with all the power of an exploding star, and again before I'd ever had a chance to ebb from the first, powerful climax.
On my fourth peak, he came with me.
Blaine groaned deep in his throat, his thrusts turning slightly more erratic until finally, I felt a hot rush of liquid flooding deep inside of me.
He stilled above me, moaning softly as my pussy milked his cock for all he had with tight little spasms while I slowly came down from my own high.
It took several minutes before I was even capable of anything but breathing. But when I looked up at him, warmth spread from my chest to the rest of my already sweaty body.
His eyes were alight with happiness, and the expression in them made my toes curl, despite all my muscles being seemingly out of function. There was so much affection in his gaze it took my breath away. When he bent his head to kiss me, I wrapped my trembling arms around his neck and closed my eyes, certain I'd finally found what I'd been looking for my entire life.
*
Chapter 20
Mira
Blaine was gone when I woke up the next morning.
I frowned at the empty side of the bed, where the pillow was still molded where Blaine's head had lain. I touched the sheets experimentally, but they were stone cold. He'd been gone for a while.
My musings came to a quick stop when my stomach lurched, sending me running to the bathroom.
God dammit! Hopefully Rob had gotten me that appointment with a doctor, because I was getting really tired of starting every morning bent over the toilet bowl like this.
When I was finally done, I felt too queasy to worry over why Blaine had left. Probably some sort of business, I thought miserably as I pattered back into my bedroom to get dressed. The world of crime doesn't stop, just because we'd had a heart-to-heart followed by earth shattering sex. I paused mid-way pulling a sleeve over my arm as warmth not related to my upset stomach spread through my chest.
Last night had been … I'd never thought I would be able to open up like that to another person. And I certainly never thought that person could be Blaine.
But he'd not only listened to me, he'd understood-and then he had given me so much in return. He had bared his soul to me.
I was still raw from what the onslaught of emotions yesterday's events had put me through, but it was a good kind of raw in the same way the soreness between my legs felt good. Both were a reminder of Blaine and what we'd shared.
Despite my queasiness, a warm smile spread on my lips. Maybe, just maybe, things would turn out okay. Against all odds and everything we'd thought and everything we'd been through, we might be able to find our happy ever after. Together.
Just as I was about to leave my room, feeling more elated than I had ever been, I caught a glimpse of movement through the window. Moving closer, I peered into the back garden and saw Blaine's tousled, black mane and signature leather coat disappear into the shed.
Huh. Well, at least he was around. Maybe he'd be in for lunch.
I wondered what it'd be like to interact with him now while I headed downstairs to dig into my trusty crackers-and-ginger ale breakfast. Hopefully he wouldn't regret how open he'd been with me. I couldn't face going back to how we used to be. Not now, after what we'd shared last night.