My spirit was at peace.
I felt free.
Kim wasn’t there.
The Boy wasn’t there.
It was just me in my Neverland with my Tinkerbell.
“How much did you miss having my mouth on your body?” I raised my eyes to glance at Selene while flicking her nipples with my tongue. They got stiffer and stiffer with my every touch.
“So much…” She let out a moan of arousal. Then she shut her eyes,fighting against the pure lust that I’d injected straight into her veins with nothing more than a touch.
“And you like having it right here?” I continued wickedly. I abandoned the nipple and ran my wet tongue down the cleft between her breasts, both hands fondling them passionately.
“Yes, I… I like it,” Tinkerbell managed, struggling with the sensations that always seemed to be novel to her. She watched me from beneath her eyelashes, staring at the part of her chest I was lapping at.
“I have no doubt…” I climbed on top of her with a sinister smile and inched my knees up the couch until they were on either of her naked ribs. I could feel the fabric of my jeans cutting into my thigh muscles, but I didn’t give a shit.
I clutched her to me again and watched her eyes widen as her breathing sped up. Babygirl looked like she was being eaten up with anxiety, fear, arousal, and curiosity. All of them were waves crashing in her ocean.
“Raise your chin,” I ordered insolently, watching her stunned expression as I let my member slide along her sternum, into that lethal valley between her tits, and let my testicles rest on her stomach.
“Yeah, there, stop. Do as I say,” I whispered in a low, seductive voice that made her pupils dilate. Slowly, I began to rock my hips back and forth between her breasts.
And discovered what my heaven was.
“Squeeze your tits together, Selene, and look at me,” I demanded, and together we watched everything I was doing. Maybe it was a mistake, a whim, or another one of my sick perversions, but whatever it was, it felt incredible.
I felt bolts of pleasure moving down my back. My muscles were tight and rigid; my abs were contracting with each slow thrust of my hips. Meanwhile, her breasts were pressed tight between our hands, creating just the right friction to give me pleasure. Never, ever had I watched a woman’s curves more closely than I did in that moment.
“Good job, baby.” Beneath me, in my power and my possession, she didn’t say a word, only alternating her splendid stare from my face to my member. Her eyes tracked me, luminous, ecstatic, and enchanted.
It suddenly became harder to breathe as every muscle swelled with arousal, and my nerves tingled at each thrust. Unfortunately, I was being blocked by my own damned inability to let go.
“You’re going to have a new sexual experience to tell your little friends about, Tinkerbell,” I said insolently, trying to rile her. Just then, I felt my back burning, along with my glutes, my legs, and every other part of me. The urge to increase my pace got more intense. I saw the tip of my cock getting wet as pearly, semi-transparent beads of moisture accumulated on its slit. I swiped my thumb over it, feeling the light, viscous liquid between my fingertips; I kept thrusting, though I knew I’d have no further physical reaction.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and it seemed that I could feel Selene’s heart beating. Her hands underneath mine cupped her firm breasts, her rosy nipples. A chill ran down my spine, followed by another and another until it tore a gasp from me. My balls were tingling. The pressure was rising. My heart rate was increasing until it felt like it was beating in my throat. I stopped breathing. I went rigid, and my veins swelled so hard it felt like they were on the verge of bursting. My body was boiling, shaking, and humming, but just as I was on the precipice, just when I was about to purge my frustration, pain, and bad memories—the moment when I came within a hairsbreadth of orgasm—I was instead left hanging on the edge of a chasm with no ability to throw myself into the void.
I licked my lips and dwelled on Babygirl’s ocean eyes, which were ravenously following my every move. Then, with a growl of anger, I stopped.
I gave up.
I couldn’t do it, not even with her.
Now I was sweaty, tense, and profoundly unsatisfied.
Selene frowned and looked at me, her beauty disarming, a potent mixture of innocence and sensuality.
“Fuck!” I burst out, hurling myself away from her. “Fuck this!” I got to my feet and angrily tucked my erection back into my boxers, pulling my jeans on over them. I was on the edge of a meltdown because I was still aroused, and I had a different scent on me. It was my own scent mixed with Selene’s, but I still felt like I needed to clean myself. I ran my hands throughmy hair and over my face as I fell back into my usual dark reality, my usual confusion and chaos.
“Neil.” Her delicate voice hit my ear like a melody, but I turned my back to better ignore her. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice shaky.
No, I was not okay. Nothing was okay.
“I’m pure insanity. No fairy tale here, princess. Piss off.”That was what I wanted to say to her, but I kept silent. I hid once more behind the mental wall that kept me from telling other people what was going on inside my head.
On top of all this, I felt a vast disappointment. A part of me had been hoping that I was going to have a strong, overpowering orgasm with her like I’d had before, but my body refused to indulge me.
