Page 72 of Collision
“I-I…” I swallow hard, feeling my throat suddenly become dry.
“Shh…” He presses two fingers to my lips before pushing them slowly inside my mouth, inviting me to open up. And I, helpless victim of some strange spell, do so. Completely dominated by him. By his confidence. By his beauty. “Let me show you just how depraved I can be.” He latches on to my neck with his lips, sucking the sensitive skin, leaving his mark, just the way he likes it… My knees are shaking and heat blossoms between my thighs. Thomas stops torturing me just long enough to let down my hair. It falls disheveled over my shoulders, releasing the scent of my berry shampoo.
He breathes it in greedily, half-closing his eyes and smiling appreciatively. Then he gathers my hair into a fist and pulls backward until I tilt my head. He goes back to tracing a small, scorching trail down my neck with his tongue, ending on my shirt-covered breast. He bites ithard, giving me a small preview of what he’s about to do to me. I gasp with pleasure and pain.
“My…my mother is downstairs,” I pant without much conviction. I can’t tell whether the thought makes me more anxious or aroused. Thomas, unfazed, drops to his knees. He caresses my stomach and my ribs under my shirt, all the way up to my breasts, where my nipples are already stiff and swollen. He envelops them in his large hands, squeezing and licking a stripe between them. He obliterates my last ounce of sanity.
“Then you’ll have to be very good at keeping quiet,” he murmurs, a devilish smile on his face. He stands up, towering over me, then pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. I suddenly find myself naked and vulnerable before his lustful gaze. The cold of the door against my bare back makes me shiver. My heart beats wildly, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Insecurity takes over and I try to cover myself, but he stops me, grabbing my wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head. He takes a long moment to examine my soft, languid body. “Don’t hide,” he says in a deep voice. “I want to look at you.” I lower my eyes and hold my breath, unable to believe that someone like him, used to far more sensual bodies, could find anything appealing in mine. My insecurities are swept aside, however, when Thomas falls upon my breasts. He tortures one nipple with his fingers and takes the other between his lips. When the cold ball of his piercing lingers on my skin, I erupt into goosebumps. He slips one of his legs between mine and presses his thigh against my sex. I close my eyes and clench my lips, suppressing a moan. I feel dazed, aroused, ravenous. So much so that I begin to shamelessly match his movements. I ride his thigh, rubbing myself against his muscular leg. He pushes harder against me, allowing me to feel him even more. All of my muscles tense at once and my legs give way beneath me. When he releases my wrists, I am forced to cling to his powerful shoulders to keep from collapsing to the floor. “That’s how you like it, isn’t it?” he asks, his voice raspy with desire. He abandons my breasts and attacks my mouth, invading it with rough kisses, crushing me between the door and his embrace.
My thoughts short-circuit, my breathing is out of control, and arousal rises within me, becoming almost unbearable.
“Thomas…” I gasp into his mouth, embarrassed and overwhelmed. But he gives me no respite. His kisses, if possible, become even more ruthless and savage. He then lets his free hand slide down, under the elastic of my pants, until he reaches the now completely sodden fabric of my panties. He smiles at me with burning eyes. He pushes my panties aside to stroke my warm flesh with slow movements. He goes from the bottom to the top, an agonizing, tormenting touch. “Oh, God,” I moan in despair. He continues to move his hand deftly, rubbing my clit with his index finger before pressing down hard on it with his thumb. This expert, unexpected touch tips me over into delirium. Thomas continues his slow torture, determined not to sate the incandescent need that is driving me mad. “Please…” I beg again, panting between desperate moans.
“Please what?” he asks greedily. Before I can answer, he presses a finger inside me. He pulls it out quickly, giving me a single surge of pleasure that sweeps me from head to toe and makes me cry out. “Shh, did you forget we aren’t alone?” he whispers into my ear, warm and sensual. He slips a finger in again, but only for a moment.
My God, I’m going crazy. Frustrated, I close my eyes and rest my forehead against his chest. “You’re going to kill me…”
Thomas lifts my face, forcing me to look him in the eye. He grabs my wrist and guides my hand to his groin. I shudder and become somehow even more aroused when I feel his erection pressing against his jeans. “Feel how hard you make me.” He thrusts his hips forward and invites me to get familiar with his thick bulge. I give it a firm squeeze and only then do I hear him emit a soft, guttural gasp—the first I’ve heard since he decided to absolutely ignite me with desire. My legs are trembling, and my brain is so clouded with pleasure that when Thomas pulls my pants down along with my panties, I furiously kick them the rest of the way off. Thomas kneels before me and touches my calf, making his way up my entire leg.
He strokes the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, intensifying myneed until he reaches my mons. I tremble at the sight of his fiery eyes staring up at me.
“I want to kiss you here, taste all of you.” He looks at me, waiting for my consent. I nod shyly. He moves closer and closer to me and then, slowly, he presses his lips against me. He laves me with his tongue, lingering on my clitoris. It is more agony than pleasure, just a taste of what’s to come. Suddenly, he fills me first with one finger and then two, tearing the air from my lungs.
“Oh, yes,” I gasp, finally satisfied.
“I can feel how tight you are,” Thomas murmurs. He slides in a little deeper. His eyes darken as he feels my core contracting greedily. “You were like that the other night too. So tight and wet…”
I stiffen, struck by an immediate insecurity. He understands and strokes my cheek. “Relax, I’m just trying to get to know you. Getting to know every part of you.” He pushes his finger deeper, giving me an intense stab of pleasure. Something about the reassuring sound of his words makes me trust him.
“I don’t know, it’s just…” Vision clouded with desire, I stop, consumed again by the thrust of his fingers. I grab both his wrists to steady myself. “I’ve never had a lot of self-confidence,” I confess, my face aflame with the discomfort of revealing something so intimate to him. “And after what Travis said yesterday…”
He draws closer to me, kisses me delicately before biting my lip. Softly at first, then harder. “I’m gonna have to work hard to help you get your confidence back then.” With these words, he ends the conversation and begins to move his hand masterfully against me, driving every single fear of being disliked, of not measuring up, straight out of my head. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the pleasure he gives me, by the desire he has for me, the need he has to make me his own. I cling to his shoulders, I sink my nails into the fabric of his sweatshirt and bite my lip to keep from screaming. Thomas slides his fingers in and out of me, never quite reaching the exact place I want. He stops halfway and pulls back. I gasp for breath. I dig my hands into his hair, trying to communicate something that I’m not able to express in words.
“Do you want more?” he whispers, licking my increasingly slick folds.
I confirm with a breathless nod as he continues to move inexorably inside me, torturing me.
“Say it,” he demands.
I look at him with wide eyes. I am not used to being so explicit about these things.
“Say it, or I’ll stop.” He gives my clit a lingering, protracted lick. My body is crying out for mercy. “And, believe me, I really don’t want to stop.” I suck in a breath but cannot speak.
“Why-why do you want to hear that?”
“Because I want you to shed all your inhibitions when you’re with me.”
I look at him, biting my lips. His breaths come in short pants like mine, his mouth glistening. His eyes are full of arousal, and a few locks of black hair fall over his sweat-slicked forehead. He’s beautiful. Then he presses a kiss to my stomach, his eyes locked on mine, and one corner of his mouth curves into a smile. I dissolve.
“Do it, please,” I burst out, finally.
As soon as I feel his hot tongue on my sex, I gasp. I close my eyes and throw my head back. I thrust my hips into his mouth and I feel so starved and desperate that I almost don’t recognize myself. He plunges his fingers in and out of me, coaxing a wave of sensation that makes my legs tremble.
He presses his thumb to my clitoris and sucks it hard, while his fingers keep going in and out, faster and faster, ever deeper and more intense. I grab his hair and yank on it, lost in ecstasy. Thomas does not stop me. In fact he seems to grow more excited, lapping at me. I tremble and pant against the door, struggling to hold back a scream. When I finally feel that I am on the precipice of orgasm, Thomas slows down just enough to panic me.
“Not yet.” He starts moving his fingers inside me again, finding a rhythm that makes my senses blur. I don’t know if it’s the thought of having my mother right downstairs, or the fact that I’ve been broughtto the edge for a second time before being denied, but the mixture is so potent that I could pass out from bliss.
“Thomas, I’m begging you. I’m almost there, I’m about to…” Thomas lifts my right thigh and lays it on his shoulder, still holding me over his mouth. He looks down at me and continues to move his fingers in targeted circles, each time touching a magical spot that sends me into ecstasy. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure hits me and every muscle in my body contracts. An overwhelming heat sweeps me from head to toe as I am shaken by small, violent aftershocks. I try to pull myself away from Thomas because the idea of letting myself go like that, on him, is incredibly embarrassing, but he holds still. He wants to make me come just like this. He increases the movements of his tongue until I explode on his mouth with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I feel like I am shattering into a thousand pieces. I cry out, but Thomas presses his palm to my mouth. Muddled with sensation, I sink my teeth into his hand, muffling my moans. Thomas fingers me relentlessly through my climax, until my breathing regulates and my legs stop shaking. Only then does he loosen his hold on me. He lifts himself slowly off the floor and draws a trail of kisses over my belly, to my right breast, then on to the left one. On my neck. Then my jaw and finally, delicately, on my mouth. He brushes the tip of my nose with his own and smiles at me. I look at him, stunned. I want to say something to him, but my whole body is paralyzed, and my head continues to swirl with the last tremors of orgasm. My legs are going to give way at any moment.
