Sterling is back at my mouth again, I wish I could say I took that break to take some deep breaths. Really, all I could do was clutch his shoulders and hold on for dear life as his hips took me to a fever pitch.
He brings me higher up the theoretical mountain and then keeps me there. His hands have found their way under mysweatshirt to my nipples. He is thumbing them over my shirt and tweaking them. I let out a squeak and move my hips towards his. He moves his mouth to my ear lobe and licks and kisses it.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers lowly, almost growling. I almost lose it in that moment. I can’t formulate words. It is like my brain is broken.
“What do you need,” he prods again. One hand is playing with my nipple, the other is playing with the waist band of my leggings. His hips have stilled.
His breath on my neck is short circuiting my brain and I am panting. My brain is scrambling. All I can get out is one word.
“Please,” I breathe out. I almost feel faint. Cresting the hill is just out of reach and Sterling is in control.
“Please, what,” he says simply and moves his hips slightly. Reminding me of the precipice I have been standing over. Teasing me. I’m pulling him towards me, and he won’t get any closer. My legs are locked behind his trying to pull his hips towards me even more. He is strong and won’t give in to my silent demands. Suddenly the dam breaks and the words tumble from my lips.
Chapter 22
Sterling
“Please, please, I need… just let me…. I need to come,” she finally lets out. Bringing my mouth back to hers, I take control and let my erection hit the spot she so desperately needs it to. I don’t let her fall over the edge quite yet.
Now that I have her where I want her, I need to make sure I do this correctly. With her being so skittish, she needs to be out of her mind with lust in order for me to to break down those walls. She gets so caught up in her thoughts, she doesn’t let herself go. I know that once the fog clears, she is going to attempt to run, or brush off this experience.
I am going to have a serious case of blue balls after this session. She is perfect and she doesn’t even know it. Her soft curves to my hardness is exactly what I need. She reminds me of those old school paintings that my art teacher in high school tried to teach us about. As a teenage boy, all I saw was an almost naked woman with curves and creamy soft skin that begged to be touched.
Apparently my tastes haven’t deviated much. Moving slowly and surely I rub my hand over the waistband of these damned leggings that I love and hate at the same time. Her long sweatshirt covered her ass, but didn’t hide her shapely legs. I just wanted to rip them off of her, but I also didn’t want to wake her from this fog she was in.
Slowly my hand makes its way under the waistband I stop and just rub my fingers there. Snaking my hand down the front and inside her underwear I’m met with damp heat. A small patch of curls meets my fingers. Slowly I migrate my hand to her clit. Working my finger lightly around it, I hear her gasp sharply.
I do it again, lightly and slowly. Her hips lurch forward. I do it one more time and then press down lightly. I hear her breath catch. She is almost there. Flicking a bit harder she tumbles over the edge. She mewls a bit louder. While she is in the throes of her orgasm, I take the opportunity to lift her up and walk her to the bed. Laying her down I pull her hoodie off.
She is looking at me with her eyes glazed over. Her mouth slightly open. Looking down at her, I admire the soft curves that are showcased in leggings and thermal shirt. Taking a minute I bring the finger that set her off to my mouth. Needing to taste her.
At this motion her eyes widen a fraction. I can’t have her retreat into her head again so soon. So I climb on to the bed with her. Caging her head in with my forearms and resting my pelvis on top of hers. Lifting one arm, I sink my hand into the smooth hair at the back of her head and lower my lips to hers. Tilting her head back, I hold her in place. Her hands come up and grip my biceps, and then move into my hair.
She is running her fingers through it and lazily massaging my tongue with hers. Moving my mouth down to her neck, I start to lick and suck. It has been awhile but leaving her with a mark seems like a good idea to me.
I know that she is wiped out and that after this release she should start to feel drowsy. My plan, as half-baked as it was, was to get her so relaxed that she fell asleep in bed. Letting her body make the decision not her mind. When I know her neck will have nice little mark on it come the morning, I move up to her mouthto kiss her again. I just want to drink her in. I can’t get close enough.
I know that this is where I need to stop for the night, despite the raging erection that is currently screaming at me. My control is hanging on by a thread. If I’m not careful I’ll take this too far. She sighs into my mouth again. Lazily, I run my tongue over hers one more time and pull back. Kissing her forehead, I take a deep breath.
Leaning back, I notice that her eyes are half closed. She has a glazed look on her face and she is relaxed. Feeling like I have done my job, I roll to the side. Arranging us so that her back is up against my front, I pull her close.
“Take a nap,” I whisper. Her response is a hum. My hand is rubbing circles up and down her arm. In a few minutes, her breathing is deep. I wait a few more minutes, savoring the feeling of her up against me.
I need to get up and get in the shower, I am in some serious pain and I need some sort of relief. Even if it is hollow and given by my hand. Gently rolling away from her, I take a blanket from the end of the bed and lay it on top of her.
I grab a pair of sweatpants from my dresser and walk into the bathroom. The bathroom is an extravagance of mine. I made sure there was a large walk in shower, a soaker tub to help relieve aches and pains after work or the gym, heated floors. It is probably more expensive than the whole building.
I turn the shower on and strip down. Walking into the shower, I try to fight the fantasy of having Meg in here, bent over at the waist on the bench seat with me driving into her from behind. Obviously, I’m not winning this fight. Looking down I grip my swollen cock, and start to stroke it evenly and firmly. Every once in a while, I tug on the piercing at the base of my dick. The apadravya had many benefits. Increased sensation being one of them.
The line of pleasure and pain I am walking from denying myself has almost come to an end. Remembering how just half an hour ago, I had her begging. She was almost mindless. She could barely formulate the words. Her sounds, her smell. I stroke myself and tug my piercing a few more times. Cursing out loud, I firm up my grip. As soon as I replay Meg’s firstpleasein my mind, ropes of come splash the white tile wall. It seems never-ending. I continue to pull on my cock through the release.
Feeling slightly less on edge, I soap up quickly and rinse off. Washing the evidence of my release down the drain, I shut off the shower. I towel off, and slip into the sweatpants.I hope this is one of the last times I need to wear clothes to bed.I think to myself.
I quietly slide open the pocket door to find Meg exactly how I left her. Crawling in behind her, I pull her closer to me. I fall asleep quickly with her scent surrounding me.
Chapter 23
Meg
