Yet I don’t move. I can’t. Her willing touch is a gift I didn’t expect tonight, didn’t even dare to hope for. I don’t know what’s going through her head or why she’s doing this, but I’m not about to protest.
Finishing with the buttons, Sara pushes the shirt off my shoulders and, glancing up at me through the dark fringe of her lashes, reaches for the zipper of my jeans.
Her touch is more hesitant now, almost wary, but it doesn’t matter. The blood rushing through my veins feels like lava. Her naked body is so close I can smell her, feel her… all but taste her sweetness on my tongue. Her nipples are tight and hard, the pale globes of her breasts swaying gently as she wrestles with the buckle of my belt, and a groan escapes my throat as she frees my throbbing cock and sinks onto her knees before me.
“Sara…” I can barely speak as she cradles my balls in her soft palm and wraps her other hand around my shaft. Leaning in, she licks it delicately from root to tip, sending heat rocketing up and down my spine. My balls draw up high and tight, and I know I’m seconds away from coming. Dragging in a breath, I try to think of something else, something to delay the explosive rise of tension, but she wraps her lips around me, taking me into her soft, wet mouth, and I lose all semblance of control.
Groaning, I clutch her head, tangling my fingers in her hair as I thrust all the way in, making her gag and choke as I hit her throat. It’s not what I wanted, not what I meant to do tonight, but the lust riding me is too violent, too potent to resist. On her knees, with her chestnut waves streaming over her slender back and her eyes watering as I fuck her face, Sara is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And knowing she’s there of her own accord…
“Fuck!” The expletive bursts out of me as her hand tightens on my balls, and the orgasm boils up, the pleasure spiking out of control. My muscles clench, my spine curving as ecstasy pounds through my veins, and with a hoarse shout, I come, my seed jetting straight into her throat.
She swallows every drop, sucking on my cock until it softens, and all the while, her hazel eyes stare into mine. It’s like she’s drinking in my pleasure, feeding on my need for her. It reminds me of the time I punished her, only tonight I don’t see the same dazed submission in her gaze. She’s doing this because she wants to, not because I broke her, and when the last of the rippling pleasure fades, I pull her to her feet and lead her to our bed, determined to make it right.
“Lie down,” I tell her, guiding her onto the bed, and she obeys, stretching out on her back. Her gaze is shadowed, her lids half-lowered as she watches me climb over her, and I know she’s still in the grip of whatever’s been driving her tonight.
The puzzle of it gnaws at me, but now is not the time to pursue it. I’m still breathing heavily with the aftershocks of pleasure, but I want more. I want to taste her as she comes, feel her slender arms wrap around me. More than a sexual need, it’s a compulsion.
With Sara, I can never get enough.
So I indulge myself. With my most urgent hunger sated, I take my time playing with her body, kissing and caressing every centimeter of her warm, sweet-scented flesh. She’s delicious, my Sara, her pale skin smooth and sleek, her delicate curves soft yet firm to the touch. Her moans, her breathy little gasps, her whimpers as I lick her—I’d give the world to stay like this forever, to keep hearing her cries as she unravels on my tongue.
Two orgasms, three, then four… I lose count after a while, consumed by her, addicted to her pleasure. I bring her to completion with my fingers and my mouth, and then take her gently, cognizant of her pre-period discomfort. She doesn’t object, clinging to me as I rock carefully back and forth, and after I come, I go down on her once more, tasting our combined wetness as I suck her clit. Her fingers clenching in my hair, her panting breaths and pleading groans—it’s like a drug I overdose on, binging on her scent and taste and feel. And when she’s lying there spent, glowing and exhausted, I take her in my arms, feeling her heart beat against mine as we fall asleep.
25
Sara
I wake up to a peculiar mixture of wellbeing and malaise, and it takes a solid minute to recall why.
Peter.
He left for Nigeria this morning after making love to me all night.