Silent No More(18)

“Woman, you are going to be the fucking end of me,” he says, hooking his thumbs into my panties, pulling them down. I step out and he tosses them off to the side.

He stands and I pop the button on his pants open, sliding the zipper down. I push his pants to the floor. They pool around his ankles, he steps out of them while pulling me closer to him.

I take a moment to eye him from top to bottom. He has an array of tattoos I didn’t expect. From the top of his right shoulder all the way down to his forearm, there is a wide chain cutting through flesh wrapped around. It almost looks like it’s holding him back, but from what I do not know. His left arm has even more ink. It’s almost a whole sleeve starting from his shoulder and stopping right past his elbow. There is small black script written across his left rib cage that says, ‘What’s past is prologue’. If this was any other scenario, I might laugh at the William Shakespeare quote, but it’s not, so I move my eyes along to take in the rest of him. His torso is hard and muscular. His muscles ripple down his stomach. He has that ever-so-glorious “V” shape going down into his boxer shorts that turns a woman’s mind to mush. There is more ink peeping out. It’s colorful and I can’t wait to see it. Nick reminds me of a beautiful piece of artwork standing before me.

His lips come down, landing on my neck and blocking my view of the rest of his body. I lean my head back to give him better access. My back arches, bowing into him for a second time tonight. He has one hand on my butt and the other covering the back of my bra. Nick unhooks my strapless bra and tosses it to the side. Moving his hand from the center of my back up to the back of my neck, they then find their way into my hair. His hair tugging is slightly more aggressive than when I did it to him, but I like it. He moves his lips to my collarbone, continuing kissing my skin, tasting me, as if he can’t get enough. He tightens his hold on my hair, forcing my head further back and I bite down on my bottom lip.

This…him…it feels incredible.

He releases my hair, pushing me backwards until I feel the bed touch the back of my calves. I sit on the mattress looking down at his boxer briefs. The bulge he had earlier has increased in size. My eyes widen as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband pushing them down. His cock springs free and it’s large. Larger than any other I’ve ever taken. Not that I’ve taken a lot. I’ve only been with two other men sexually, one of which I don’t ever want to think about. Especially right now.

He sees the concern on my face and smiles. “I’ll take it easy. I promise,” he says. I scoot farther back on the bed and he follows, taking his place on top of me. He straddles me as I lay back on the bed. He lowers his face, kissing me on the lips while both hands palm my breasts. My lips part; his tongue enters my mouth, tangling with mine. He pinches both nipples simultaneously, causing a moan to escape my mouth.

He smiles and moves from my mouth to my neck, trailing gentle kisses down to my left breast. He caresses one breast while twirling his tongue around my other nipple. Parting my legs, he moves between them, continuing to trail kisses down my stomach until he reaches my hungry center.

Oh yes, please.

He looks up at me and then smiles, a big boyish smile as he parts the lips of my wet sex with his fingers. I throw my head back, moaning out loud when he licks up the center. His tongue moves to my clit and I grab the duvet, fisting it in both hands.

“Oh, God!” I scream as he pushes a finger inside me, then adds another. I’m already on the edge and the man’s just started.

“Shannon, I like that you’re so fucking wet for me,” I hear through tingles of pleasure as I cry out. He’s sucking my clit hard and I’m screaming again, thrashing my head from side to side. He continues his assault until the last of my shudders slow down; he then removes his fingers. My legs are shaking from the best orgasm of my life. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard, that fast.

He crawls back up me until we are face-to-face and I’m panting. He kisses me, hard, like I’m his life raft and he’s holding on for dear life. I taste my arousal on his lips and it makes me hot and hungry for more. When he releases my mouth, I’m panting even more than when he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm.

He presses his forehead to mine trying to slow his breathing. “I don’t have a condom,” he admits with pain in his eyes. I realize he really wants this, just as much as I do. I can feel how hard he is and I want that hardness inside me. I’ve never had sex with a guy without protection, but I don’t want this to end. Ending this now isn’t an option.