Page 96 of Kissing Games
Suddenly his hands were at the top of her legs, spreading her and holding her hard to the bed. He licked in fast and furious strokes up the length of her slit. Sharp flashes of pleasure shot from her clit, her hips thrashing against his restraint. Blood roared through her veins. She could hear her cries getting higher and higher with every stroke. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth, tugging on it as he vibrated the tip of his tongue over the end.
Her climax hit and she screamed, her chest lifting off the bed as if shocked, then thumping back down. Her vision went black as her body shattered in a violent explosion of light. The waves continued through her body, each undulation stopping the breath in her throat. She lost all sense of herself. She was an exploding star, each part of her disintegrating outwards into the universe. Charlie released the pressure and licked her slowly. She felt like she was floating.
He moved up and removed her dress and bra. Her limbs were sleepy and uncooperative but she kept her eyes open as she drank him in. He was spectacular. His green eyes glowing with flecks of gold, his gaze intense and reverent. The angled planes of his muscles, covered in tattoos, the dragon snaking down his abdomen to bite at the base of his shaft. One hand stroked up and down her leg, the other fisted his cock. The end was slick with pre-cum and he rubbed it over the head with a shudder, his gaze never leaving hers.
‘What do you want, Valentina?’ he asked, his voice rough.
‘You. Inside me. Now.’
He reached for the condoms on the bedside table. She put her hand on his.
‘I want you inside me bare,’ she whispered. ‘I want you to come inside me.’
He grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed, dropping his head and letting out a strangled cry. His breathing was harsh, his jaw tight as the air hissed in and out. When he regained control, he looked at her, his gaze questioning.
‘I won’t get pregnant. And I’m clear.’
His eyes were wild with lust. ‘I am too.’
She took his head in her hands and kissed him deeply, pulling his body to cover hers. Their tongues tangled, exploring the hot darkness of each other’s mouths in anticipation of what was to come. She circled her hips onto his cock, her heart skipping with the thought of him inside her without any barrier. She’d never experienced that level of intimacy before but craved it with him.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, kissing and sucking down her neck with agonising intensity until he reached her breasts, lavishing them with attention till she was wriggling under him, filled with the desire to pull him inside her. Even as another orgasm built, she recognised the primal need, even as a fantasy, to be creating a new life with this incredible man.
She reached between them and grabbed his shaft.
He moved away, panting.
‘Charlie, please,’ she begged.
‘Are you sure?’ He looked desperate.
‘Yes, yes, I am.’
He settled his cock at her entrance, taking her hands in his as he rested his forearms on either side of her head. She felt secure. Protected. There were only the two of them in the whole of existence. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t handle seeing the love in his.
‘Look at me, Valentina.’
She shook her head, emotion spiralling up inside her. He nudged his cock against her resistance.
‘Look at me,’ he growled. ‘This is not happening unless you open your eyes.’
She opened them and her heart squeezed. As he pushed in further, she bucked up to meet him. The sensation of him inside her was always breathtaking. But now, bare, it was overwhelming.
He stopped. ‘Sweetheart, are you okay? Am I hurting you?’
She shook her head, closing her eyes as tears tracked down into her hair. She felt his soft lips on her skin as he kissed them away.
He nuzzled her. ‘We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,’ he whispered.
She wrapped her legs around his backside, holding him close. She could feel how wet and ready she was, the sweet sensations of his cock and how much she needed him.
She released his hands and gripped the sides of his face. ‘Don’t stop.’ She clenched around him and he threw his head back with a yell, his eyes closing. ‘Look at me,’ she demanded.
He stared at her with a desperate, burning intensity. He pushed deeper until he filled her completely. He didn’t pause. He just held her gaze, withdrew, then thrust deep into her with a grunt. A jolt of pleasure shot through her and she gasped. He did it again, rolling his hips as he thrusted, bumping against her clit. He set up a rhythm; pumping and rolling, pumping and rolling, pleasure pulsating through her each time he buried himself inside her. She held on tight, not losing eye contact as her breath picked up, and another climax began to build. Their connection was the still point within the storm. He was inside her mind, body and soul. He knew when she was reaching the point of no return.
Her eyelids fluttered as she approached the apex of her orgasm at maximum velocity.
‘Stay with me, Valentina,’ he urged. ‘Stay with me, sweetheart.’
