She moans in response, “Answer me, trouble,” I order, “Or I won’t let you finish.”
“Yes, I like it,” She groans, “But not yet.”
I chuckle, “Not yet.”
And as I promised I fuck her with my fingers until her pussy spasms on my hand, and she moans her release into the pillow beneath her face.
Chapter Thirty-six
My body writhes on top of his, skin slickened with sweat, heart pumping a million times a minute. I’ve lost track of how much time has passed since we’ve locked ourselves up and gotten lost in each other.
His hands caress my breasts as I ride him, his cock sawing in and out of me with each roll of his hips. He’s so attentive with me, making sure he’s pressing every button of pleasure my body has and finding new ones I didn’t know existed.
“Look at you riding me, trouble,” His eyes are focused on the space beneath me, where his cock enters me, stretching me so full of him. I’m exhausted, sore, but I cannot get enough of him.
And it seems he can’t get enough of me either. I need him. Need his hands on my body and his lips on my skin, I need the bruise marks left behind by his fingers and the bites left on my neck.His skin is red with nail marks from my own hands, his mouth swollen by my lips.
It’s a claiming of us both, a make up for all the time lost.
I didn’t know I could come so many damn times, didn’t know I could be this aroused for this long.
There is no more light of day, the sun disappeared hours ago but we’ve not left this room save for once to get drinks, which had only ended up with him fucking me on the kitchen counter, hard and fast, his cock almost punishing me with the brutal thrusts of his hips. And I’d come hard again then, so hard I swear stars burst behind my eyes.
And then we had ended up back in bed, with his hands massaging my aching muscles before I’d climbed on top of him, sank myself onto his hard dick and started to ride.
He looks at me like I’m his moon and stars, touches me like I am precious, and I just store it all up, let it sink into the fissures of my broken heart like it’s glue.
I lean forward, letting my mouth crash on his as I keep riding him, his own hips moving to aid the grind. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and the angle allows my clit to rub up against the course hair at the base of his cock, adding a sensation that is not all that unpleasant.
I don’t know how I can come again, not when my body is in serious overdrive, but I do, my head dropping to his shoulder as I moan into his neck, his hands falling to my hips to keep me moving, to keep the orgasm going until it becomes too much but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he just flips us, forcing my legs over his shoulders as he watches himself thrust into me, over and over, again and again. It feels too good and painful all at the same time.
His promise of me feeling him for days after this seemed like an impossibility, but I believe it now. My nails claw at his arms and his hips begin to jerk, the muscles in his neck straining as he comes inside of me, filling me up once more.
He collapses to the side of me, on his back as he breathes hard and fast, his own skin wet with perspiration.
“I need to shower,” I giggle sleepily.
He grunts his agreement, his own mouth tipping up into a grin. He gives me a quick peck on the lips before he gets up and wraps a sheet around his waist, strolling through the house and out of the bedroom. In the next moment I hear the faucet turn on and water begin to fill my tub.
It’s a few minutes before he comes back through, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed across his chest, perusing me with his dark eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” He says quietly, “did I tell you that?”
I smile, “A couple times.”
With a deep chuckle he closes the gap between us, “Go clean up and get in the bath, I’ll be through in a moment.”
I nod my agreement and stretch my muscles that scream in protest. Parts of me ache that I didn’t know were possible and that soreness between my legs is more intense now that we’ve finished.
I don’t bother with a sheet or robe to cover myself and I had fresh towels in the bathroom, so I start to make my way there. I startle when I get a quick tap on my ass and find Kolt staring at it like a man hypnotized.
“Quit staring at my ass.” I playfully scold him.
“Why?” He pouts, giving one of my cheeks a squeeze, “I fucking love your ass.”
I roll my eyes, such a damn man comment and then disappear in the bathroom. The steam rising from the tub smells like lavender and jasmine and bubbles pop on the water. I add a little bit of cold while I use the toilet and then I’m climbing in, the hot water like hands that instantly soothe the ache in my muscles.
A sigh leaves my lips as I submerge myself, fatigue overwhelming me the moment I’m laid out and resting on the back of the tub. Bubbles pop around my ears and the scent rising with the steam, calms and relaxes me. I can still feel the soreness and the ache, but it’s easier to handle when submerged in the heated water.
