Page 137 of Steeling Her
We gape at one another for a few moments, trying to figure this out. He’s wondering if he can do it again; all I want is for him to. It felt so incredible, even if it was for less than a second. Swallowing hard, I can sense his hand slowly trail up my inner thigh while we haven’t removed our eyes from each other. Reaching the cloth covering my pulsing core, he rests momentarily and checks if I’m okay. I don’t say anything. I can’t think of anything other than that feeling I had.
He then lifts the material away and brushes his fingers along my lower lips. Feeling the pleasure as he brushes over that spot again, I gasp breathlessly. “Jesus Christ . . .” he curses in my ear as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, peppering kisses as he strokes my outer lips. “You’re dripping wet, Carter,” he tells me. I know that that’s a good thing.
Sucking on my neck, I moan again when he moves up to the pulsating part of my private area. When he touches it, a burst of nerves hit me hard. I moan out for him. “Nick,” I call out to him, and he grunts on my skin, allowing the pleasure to build. He backs away but keeps his pace going.
This feels unbelievable.
He’s moving his fingers in a circular pattern while I’m panting like I just ran on a treadmill for the past hour.
He draws back, and I didn’t even notice that my eyes were closed until I had to open them to see what’s going on. His mouth connects with mine before I could ask anything. He releases himself and leaves kisses down my neck, down the valley between my covered breasts. Simultaneously, he bunches up the jersey just so it sits below my breasts. When his warm lips kiss my cold skin down to my bellybutton and further, I think,What’s he going to do next?
I look down to meet his mischievous gaze as he kisses my hip bone and down to the sensitive area just above my underwear. Apparently, that’s my weak spot. Taking the band of my underwear between his teeth, he pulls it down slowly while he watches me. I’m panting but then I suddenly realize that I’m exposed.He can see my vagina.I cover myself with my hands. He sits up immediately and reads my expression.
“Hey, hey. Carter, look at me. Carter, please look at me, it’s just me.” I remove my eyes from the ceiling and look back at Nick, who is smiling softly. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just say the word no and I will stop. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.” But I don’t feel like that. I’m just embarrassed that he wishes to do that with me. I’m not experienced in this department. I have a feeling that this is going to be awkward. “Do you want to stop?” he asks me and I shake my head. I see both of his eyebrows rise. He’s shocked by this. I’m giving him consent to touch me like that. It did feel amazing.
“I’m ready,” I blurt out. His eyes grow wider above me. He opens and closes his mouth, not knowing what to say like a goldfish.
“A-A-Are you s-sure?” he stammers cutely. His eyes are darting back and forth with my own. “Because if you’re not, it’s tota—” I cut him off by kissing him again. Smiling on his lips, I pull him down closer to me again.
“I want to do this, Nick,” I whisper on his lips.
“Okay,” he says in a daze. I laugh at the face he’s making. He’s in complete shock. So, what he does next catches me off guard. He locks his lips again with mine and repeats the process of making his way down low, kissing my stomach and rolling his tongue along my skin. A breathy moan unwillingly escapes with his name.
He kisses the inside of my thighs. I start to wonder what it feels like when a guy pleasures a—
Holy shit.
He kisses my throbbing nub, and I feel that spike of pleasure again. My hands feel along the fresh cold sheets of his bed. Just when I was about to open my eyes, his tongue flicks it again, then he sucks on my opening over and over to increase the pleasure that I’ve never felt in all my life.
He’s good.
Very good.
Meanwhile, I’m very shit at this. But then again, I am just lying here while he does all the work.
Good Lord, does this feel mindblowing.
“Is this what an orgasm feels like?” I wonder absentmindedly. I’m starting to sweat, then I feel a hum of laughter on me. I bite my lip to control myself.
“Trust me, baby, you’ll know when you’re orgasming.” He continues to lick me, and there’s this pressure building between my hips; this feeling that is all so unfamiliar, and I don’t want it to end. The knot in my lower body tightens and he’s not slowing down. As if he knows I’m on the edge already, he quickens his speed. My hands clutch the bed sheets with a lot of strength. Now I know what he means when he said that I’ll know when I orgasm. Although I felt the pleasure, it doesn’t even compare to what it’s building towards.
“Oh my God,” I moan, and he doesn’t stop. I can feel my hips rise up from the bed and my legs beginning to clamp down on his head, but he’s stronger than I am. He separates them to stop me. “Oh my God,” I repeat from the sensation. “Nick!” I yell as this feeling has reached its zenith inside of me. “Oh God!” I arch my back, and my eyes roll into the back of my head at the feeling while he tries to keep me pinned down to the bed. I’m panting heavily as my body shudders from the aftermath of that bliss. I’m still moaning, feeling every inch of my body being filled with that sensual pleasure.
That felt amazing. The high was so real. The contraction of my muscles created a response I’ve never felt before.
Breathing erratically, I can feel the warmth of his kisses trail back up my leg. My body is sensitive to his touch. Now I get why people enjoy this. It’s addictive, and I understand much more clearly why girls want more of him.
“How was that?” He kisses my neck sweetly and I smile upwards, beginning to laugh in absolute hysteria.
“Wow,” I voice to the ceiling. The low rumble of his laugh can be heard and felt on my skin while I’m still coming down from my high.
“That good, huh?” he mumbles playfully on my skin, and I sigh.
“I want more,” I tell him. He pulls back away from me to see my face. I feel so addicted to the feeling he had created and I’m hinting to him to take the opportunity I’m giving him. Not that I’ll change my mind, I have no doubt that I want him to be the one to take that special piece of me, and I want it now. I’m ready for him because I trust him.
“What about your rules?” He smirks and I bite my lip trying to suppress my smile.
“I’ve kind of broken them already, before we started dating,” I joke with him. The two of us are on cloud nine; mainly me. “Rules are meant to be broken, right?” I giggle, and so does he.
