He breaks away from my mouth and I try to catch my breath while he brings his arm around from my body and slides down my stomach, slipping beneath my trousers.
“Jesus Christ, Elodie,” he hisses, “it’s like the ocean down here.” He comes in for another kiss, swiping his tongue across my lips.
I’m feeling bold, the urge to seize this moment overwhelming.
“So…” I breathe into his mouth. “Come take a dip.”
He groans and two fingers soar inside my pussy instantly, making me suck in a breath that transpires into a strained moan as he starts moving them. No dipping here, only diving and plunging deep inside.
Shivers shoot down my spine as Fiz moves around inside me. I grip hard onto his neck, fingers disappearing into his curls, holding him close to me.
He breaks away to take a long drag of his joint, inhales and says, “Breathe in,” then connects with my mouth again, but this time he blows into it.
I do as he says, inhaling the smoke he’s blowing into my mouth. He kisses me again and I try to hold my breath, but I feel my throat tightening into a cough, so I breathe out through my nose, opening my eyes and seeing the smoke mingle between us.
He curls his fingers and rubs that spot that has my belly dipping and swooping in pleasure. “Fuck, Fiz, yes.” My head tilts back, but he cups my chin, pulling it back down.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, Elodie,” he whispers. “I want to see you.”
I nod in assent, my whole face collapsed in ecstasy while my body starts moving with him, desperate to climb that mountain of rapture. This Fiz is enthralling, intoxicating. There’s no sign of that immature little pest. This man beneath me is strong, assured. Endearing.
“That’s it, ride my fingers, baby, that feels fucking divine.” Fiz leans away to rest on the back of the sofa and watches me. From my hips rolling on his hand, up to my slanted eyebrows and bitten lip.
“So fucking divine,” he says, eyes roaming all over me.
I grab hold of his forearm between my legs, anything to anchor me before I’m obliterated from this sensation.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, feeling the altitude thinning, breath weakening, feeling that peak nearing.
“Yes, baby, fucking use me. Let me feel that delicious pussy tighten around me.”
I clamp my lips shut, trying to hold it in as much as possible, not wanting him to hear just how fucking crazy he’s driving me as I deepen the bucks of my hips.
“You’re doing so good, princess, keep going. Make yourself come on my fingers. Take it.”
His words are enough to push me along. His calm and soothing energy, the way he wants to be used. How easily he’s giving up the power to me. How he’s got the perfect crook to his fingers and…
“Fuck,yes.” It comes out high and strained as my body explodes in a flurry of ecstasy.
“Hmmm… fuck, princess, that’s the fucking one,” Fiz groans, leaning up to lock his mouth on mine as I come all over his hand. Eating up my heavy breaths and swallowing my moans. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come.”
I can’t reply, no coherent words can leave my mouth as I ride this incredible wave of heat and fire and ice and shivers.
He kisses me all the way through it, then he carries on once my breathing slows and my spasming body softens against him. He keeps going after he eases his fingers out of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He continues kissing me long after the joint goes out, long after the playlist moves onto someone else. Fiz just keeps kissing me. And I keep kissing him. Our bodies stay glued as one, his arms stay wrapped around me like a cocoon of warmth and serenity.
And the best part? He doesn’t try to fuck me once.
If I was staying, I could get to like this Fiz. This Fiz could stay.
But since this will be the last time I see any side of him, I’ll sink into it and savour it.
When his kisses turn lax and too slow to keep any rhythm, I break away from him. “Fiz?”
“Hmm?” His eyes stay closed.
“You should go to bed.”
“Nah, I’m good here.”
