Page 40 of Straight, No Chaser
Scooping her up, I stride through the living room with her tight embrace around my neck, and kick the bedroom door shut behind me. Hard enough to make the wood bounce off the stopper and swing back to slam into my shoulder. Pain I don't fucking feel because all my nerves flame with the lava flowing through my veins from my dick.
Her vise grip doesn't loosen when I lay her on the white sheets. Baby girl doesn't have to worry. I'm not fucking going anywhere except between her legs.
I brush errant strands of hair from her forehead and cheeks. Unwilling to let any of her be hidden from me. As much as it would fucking kill me to stop, I have to ensure she's completely ready. Heart and body. I dip to kiss her but she shakes her head. Crippling my usual conviction. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. There's just something I need to tell you first." Small hands cup my face. A smile as bright as the sun matches the glow in her eyes. "I said I was waiting to be in love. And now I am. I love you, Luciano."
My pussy ass heart soars. She actually means it. All the doubt vanished from our trip. Arguing and resisting only to prove in some odd way that we can be happy together. That the only barrier holding us back is me, and I'm finally fucking stupid enough to realize my mistakes. "I love you too."
Insecurity lines her forehead. "You don't have to say that just because I—"
Now I'm pissed. At myself rather than her. She has every right to doubt. "I mean it. More than I've ever fucking meant anything Molly. I love you."
The light doesn't dim from my severe tone. Just grows shinier. She cries because she knows it's true. I have to tell her everything that's true. Everything I can. Because as much as she says she wants this, I'm going to fucking rip her apart. Literally. So I have to make love to her mind to appease the damage I inflict on her delicate body.
I nudge her jaw line with my nose before laving over the tender skin under her ear. "I want to explore you. Every inch of you."
Squeals of laughter fill my ear as I glide my hand down her waist. She needs to be ready. To beg for me to relieve her ache before I make it worse. Nuzzling under her arm, I breathe in deeply. "Mmmm, powder fresh."
"You're so weird."
She rolls her eyes but amusement still brightens her face. Yeah, I can be a funny guy. At least with her. I kiss her bicep, the inside of her elbow and over her wrist. Her body squirms when I suck in her index finger, tasting my own arousal on the tip.
Baby girl likes my tongue. Good, because she's going to get so much more of it. I repeat the trail down her other arm. Agonizingly slow. Enjoying a leisurely pace. Frustrating her as her back arches when I lick over her thigh after I lay her hand down on the mattress.
Yet, not quite close enough to reach her glorious pussy. Pink and bare. I stroke the soft skin making her writhe again. "I like that you keep this smooth."
She shakes her head. "I sw-swam and cheered…in high school." Panting pushes her words out in spurts. "Easier to have electrolysis…than shave every day."
God fucking damn. My girl's fucking tough to have her hair burned off at the fucking root. And I get the fucking benefit of it. I am a lucky bastard in so many ways. "Open your eyes angel. Look at me while I fuck you."
They blink open, a small smile gracing her expression. I slide my hand under her back, encouraging her to lift up. She rests on her elbows, keeping her gaze on my finger tracing her wet folds. Fucking hotter than hell for her to watch me. To see what I do to bend her gorgeous body to my will.
A shudder rolls through her when I curl inside. Her sweet pussy clenching around the digit as I explore her walls, searching for the spot that she'll beg to have me touch. That pushes her over the edge.
She rides my hand as my palm caresses her throbbing clit. Her arousal dripping between my fingers that I can't wait to taste. I'm a sick bastard to love the disappointment clouding her face when I stop. As if I'm not going keep the pleasure going. To give her everything she wants.
Her tits jerk upward when I add another finger. Even after a few seconds she remains stiff. Fucking shit, I'm hurting her. I slide them out. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." She blows out a deep breath and finally looks up. No hint of uncertainty in her gaze. "Please...please keep going."
Fucking killing me to cause her pain. So I switch to loving her with my tongue, attempting to relax her again. I have to keep my hand on her stomach to keep her from flying off the bed. Fuck me. Her juices are as sweet as I remember. With her pussy quivering under my mouth. I lap her dry until her lips are drenched again. Flooded with the orgasm from my teeth grazing her puckered nub.
Tiny hands coil around my ears holding me in place. Not fucking necessary. I nip at her soft folds. "I'm not going anywhere."
I blow on her sweet pussy before I suck in her clit again. A single finger gliding in and out, matching the rhythm of her rocking hips. Searching for release. Hoping I'll find her pleasure spot. She cries out when I press harder against her core. Convulsions racking her body.
I smile against her wetness. Coming into my mouth like melted ice cream. My angel really is made of sugar.
While she floats down, I kiss her thighs, nibbling behind her knees, and sucking on her delicate ankle bones. The hint of splashed champagne still floating on her silky skin. Definitely a night to celebrate.
"If you smell my feet, I'm kicking you out of the bed."
Oh fuck. It's on now. I crawl up her body and pounce on her, catching a glimpse of her giggling expression before I sweep my tongue between her lips. Letting her taste herself on my mouth. She wraps her legs and arms around me, clinging to me in my ferocity as I grind against her. The tip of my rock hard cock sweeping across her mound.
I force myself to break the kiss. But she grasps me tighter. Nails digging into my shoulders. Wanting me inside her. Planking over her, I have to see her eyes. Her face welcoming me before I can make love to her completely. I could fucking drown in the love floating in her gaze. Dive deep and let her essence envelope me in absolute bliss as I sink to my death. I pepper her with gentle kisses, contrasting with her squirming up and down on me. Telling me she's ready. Confirming I'm the one to take her.
Just when she thinks I'm not going to do anything, I push inside her. A sharp gasp pierces the air as I break through her resistance. A possessive growl rumbles in my chest knowing that no other man has been inside my angel. Or ever will be.
