Page 43 of Six Wishes

CHAPTER20

I feel things

Chloe

“Van,” I gasp as he moves in and out of me. “I don’t think I can anymore…”

The sounds coming out of him are animalistic, and they turn me on in spite of myself. He’s already made me come twice since we finished our more serious conversation earlier. He wanted to start on the box of condoms on the right foot he said. After messing around on his very comfortable couch, we detoured by the dining room, kitchen, and now we are finally in his bedroom.

“Yes, you can,” he growls at me through labored breath and sweat that’s running down his face and onto his chest.

I literally feel like my pussy may split in two at the moment, and it is getting a bit uncomfortable with each thrust of his hips. I am exhausted and I can’t focus on anything.

All of a sudden, like he can sense my distress, Van pulls out. His cock is standing proud, covered in the condom I insisted on him putting on. It is glistening with my juices, and I have to say that I love it.

Van surprises me when he pulls the condom off and dumps it in the little trashcan he has sitting next to the bed. I am starting to find endearing his obsession of having things just so.

With a sigh and a light smile on his face, he drops over me on all fours. I yelp when I think he’ll squish me underneath his large frame, but he stops just in time, the tips of our noses barely touching.

“Chloe Montgomery,” he murmurs, then leans down a little more until he can place an open mouthed kiss right on my waiting lips.

I am momentarily distracted by the way his biceps are flexing in my peripheral vision, then I realize he’s said my name.

“Van Boyd,” I murmur back, “if you hit me with a bad pickup line right now, I may have to knee you in the balls.” I slowly bend my right leg and gently rub it against his until I reach the spot in question.

“Not this time,” he laughs and kisses the corner of my mouth. “I just want you to know,” he kisses the other side ever so slowly, then starts heading down, “that I am feeling things for you.” He peppers more light kisses right under my chin and down my neck until he reaches the top of my chest. “I don’t know what these feelings are just yet.” His open mouthed kisses as he’s getting closer to my nipples make me break out into goosebumps. “But I want to find out…”

His mouth sucks my right nipple in with such force, it almost pulls me off the bed. My hands grab at his head to hold him in place. It feels so good.

“Are you in?” he continues talking but I have no idea what it is about anymore.

“I’m in, Van,” I gasp out, “so in.” My voice echoes in the otherwise quiet room. Maybe we should’ve turned some music on, I muse, but not for long. Van is now giving my left breast the same treatment as he did my right, and my pussy clenches in distress. I need him in me. Why did I think I was done?

He lets go with a pop, and I let out the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. He continues leaving a wet trail down my body, starting from the middle of my breasts, then around my belly button, until his face is finally down in between my legs.

“Van…” I have no idea why I’m calling his name. Even though I thought I was done a little bit ago, right now a new surge of excitement has taken over my body, and I definitely do not want him to stop.

“I love that you get this waxed,” he is looking at my mound so intently as he runs his index finger across it. “So smooth,” he now presses a wet kiss on it, making me whimper. My hips take a life of their own and surge up, but he pushes me down on the mattress. “Does it hurt?”

“Uh,” I can’t seem to find my words. I just want him to touch me there. “It did at first,” I finally manage to say. “But now it doesn’t.” I jump a little when I feel his teeth scraping right above my clit. So close, but yet so far away.

“I want to go with you next time you do it.” Okay, I didn’t see that one coming.

“When I get waxed?” I lift my head off the pillow to look at him but his is just staring at my pussy like he is under a spell.

“Yeah,” he bites and licks but still won’t touch me where I crave it the most.

“Why?” And why am I having an actual conversation as I wait for him to blow my mind with his oral skills? Now he is giving me his literal oral skills that I do not care for.

“I want to see how they do it. Then, I’ll do it for you.” He sticks his tongue out and licks me from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top of my mound. That, in combination with what he just said, and I am done for. I throw my head back and let out a sound that feels unnatural. Was that really me?

He doesn’t give me time to analyze what just happened. His lips latch onto my clit and suck just like he did it earlier with my nipples. And that’s exactly where I feel everything right now. They stand up proud and I need him to touch them.

“Van,” I gasp but he won’t stop. I bring my own hands to my breasts and squeeze them together. It feels so good, I may pass out from it.

Van, however, seems to have other plans for me. For us. I whimper in distress when he takes his mouth off me, but he just gives me an almost evil grin. I start laughing but it hurts to. I hurt all over, and he is the only one who can make it better.

Without a word, Van brings his knees on each side of my hips, and now I am confused. I thought we were going to… That he was going to… What is happening?

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