Page 9 of The Facilitator 1

My wet skin chilled when he lowered himself, kissing down my stomach. I released my grip on his hair when his tongue found my clitoris. I didn’t have time to prepare. When he forced his tongue inside me, I came. It took me by surprise and I screamed out. He held his hands over my hips, forcing me to keep still when all I wanted to do was arch my back. I covered his hands with mine and clawed at hiswrists.

Sweat beaded on my upper lip as wave after wave of heat, of static, ran over me. I could feel the wetness seeping from me, rolling down towards my arse. He lapped and sucked, he moaned and the vibrations caught my clitoris, sending more shockwaves through me. His fingers dug into my skin, painfully, yet they only heightened every sensation that was causing my nerve endings to fire off electrical impulses. I found out that day, it wasn’t a myth. Light, stars, whatever the fuck they were, flickered behind my closedeyelids.

I couldn’t catch my breath, my heart pounded inside my chest so much I could hear the rush of blood as it passed my ears to feed mybrain.

It was as he moved away that I finally opened my eyes. His chin glistened and he licked his lips. He kept his focus on me as he crawled back up mybody.

“Lick,” he said, bringing his chin close to mymouth.

I cupped my hands around his face and licked every single drop of my cum from him. My tongue felt grazed by the stubble covering his chin. I loved the roughness of it. I loved the roughness of him,period.

He reached over to the bedside cabinet and withdrew a condom from the vanity kit housed in the drawer. Without a word he tore open the packet and rolled it down his cock. He positioned himself over me, and taking one hand at a time, he raised them above my head. He held both wrists in one of his hands. With his other, he slid it down my thigh and under my knee, raising it; I wrapped that leg around his waist. Before I had a chance to do the same with my other leg, he pushed insideme.

I closed my eyes and cried out as my muscles, which hadn’t been stretched that much in, well, forever, burned. He stilled, waiting for me to relax. When I opened my eyes to look at him, his stare bore straight through me. He moved, slowly at first, grinding his pelvis against mine, rotating his hips slightly, causing a sensation inside me that I’d never experienced before. I tightened my legs around his waist and tilted my hips. I wanted himdeeper.

He upped his pace, pounding into me so hard and so fast, my body jolted up the bed. My overly sensitive skin prickled as another orgasm built. I moaned out loud until I heard myself scream. That second orgasm was like a freight train hitting me right at the core. My stomach muscles tightened, my body shook, and still he kept going. My wrists hurt from being pinned to the bed, and my head spun. I felt dizzy as I lost control. He fucked me through the most intense orgasm of mylife.

He slowed his pace while he watched me come down. Sweat glistened on his chest and on his shoulders. I longed to lick that from him. I wanted to run my tongue up his stomach, inhaling his scent. Before my brain had registered, he had pulled out ofme.

“On your knees,” he said, resting back on hisheels.

I struggled to sit; he flipped me over using my hips. He pulled at them until my arse was in the air, and I propped myself on my elbows. He entered me again. My hands gripped the bedding. I lost track of time, I lost count of how many times he had made me come. With his cock pounding inside me, he reached under and teased my swollen clitoris. I wanted to sink into the bed, and every time my legs shook too much to hold me up, he held my hips, physically lifting and holding me inposition.

The sound that left his lips was guttural, a growl so deep it could have only come from the depths of his stomach. It was primal. That sound alone caused a shiver to run up my spine, causing the hairs on the back of my sweaty neck to stand on end. His fingers gripped tighter, enough to ensure I’d be bruised as hecame.

As he lessened his grip on my body, I slumped face down on the bed. I rolled to my back and looked at him. He had his head flung back, his eyes closed. I could see him taking deep breaths in through his nose, exhaling slowly through his mouth. After what couldn’t have been a full minute, he brought his head forward and looked at me. He didn’t blink, at all, but a slow smile crept over his lips. I’d held my breath, unsure of his reaction atfirst.

“Fuck,” Isaid.

“Fuck,indeed.”

I giggled, that turned into gentle sobs. I felt wrungout.

He climbed from the bed, pulled the condom off, and deposited it in the bin. He sat on the edge beside me. He reached out with one hand and tenderly brushed my hair from myface.

“I take it you’re done?” hewhispered.

“You’renot?”

“No, I want to fuck you all night. That was a warmup.”

“Oh.”

He laughed as he pulled the covers from under me and climbed in. I shuffled over giving himroom.

“Rest for a little while,” hesaid.

I closed my eyes, promising myself I’d open them again in ten minutes. I just needed enough time for the residual ache from multiple orgasms, something that was new to me, to leave mystomach.

When I opened my eyes and glanced at the digital clock on the cabinet beside me it was five o’clock the followingmorning.

Fuck, Ithought.

I gently turned my head towards him. He was lying on his stomach, his head facing away from me. His arms were under the pillow that he rested on. The sheet was been pushed down low on his hips revealing a muscularback.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought,again.

As gently as I could, I slid from the bed. My legs felt weak and my thighs were coated in my tacky cum. I grabbed my trousers from the floor, pulling them on; I stuffed my bra in the pocket and put on my shirt. I grabbed my shoes and bag then crept to the door. I winced at the sound of the click as I opened it and stilled. I heard him shuffle but nothing more. I closed the door gently behind me and rushed, barefoot, for the lift. I kept my finger on the call button, praying it would arrive empty andquickly.