I don’t dare speak, afraid to ruin this moment between us. Our bodies are moving together and our eyes are locked. It’s the moment where everything comes together and begins to make sense. I know as crazy as it is, my life will never be the same again. Not now. Not after this. The thought both scares and excites me at the same time. I swallow when Jagger moves his head down, capturing my lips in a gentle caress.
I whimper as sparks of life come into my body, the same way they did the last time he put his mouth on me. My lips mold with his and he’s moving them over mine gently, softly, bringing me to heights I never thought I could find. He pulls me closer, and I tangle my fingers into the curl of hair at the base of his neck.
“I need you,” I say, looking up at him. “I don’t care if it’s wrong. I need you.”
He stares at me, his eyes second guessing everything for a single moment, then, I’m being scooped into his arms and he strides with purpose to his room. When he flicks the light on, I look around. I’ve never been into Jagger’s room, but it’s very nice. He has a big four-post king-sized bed in the middle of the room with dark maroon coverings. He has a big, black Persian rug on the floor and some very exquisite paintings on the walls.
He walks over to the bed and lays me down gently, careful not to hurt me in any way. I don’t break contact with his eyes as he slowly removes my shirt and bra. His gaze, hungry and desperate, slides over my naked breasts. He kneels and takes hold of my pants, sliding them down my legs, taking my panties with them. When he tosses them aside, he begins kissing up my calves and thighs, fingers gripping my legs as he moves. I fall back, desperate for more.
When he reaches my pussy, he takes my knees and pushes them gently apart so he can expose me to his hungry gaze. He strokes gently, sliding his finger over my clit and down over my damp entrance. Then he brings his finger to his lips and sucks it, never taking his eyes off mine. I groan and arch, that sight is so erotic. He leans down, and I hold my breath in anticipation as he slides his tongue from my entrance right up to my aching clit. I cry out and tangle my fingers through the bed sheets.
This. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
“Oh god,” I gasp.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, drawing an intense shudder from my body. I writhe, so needy, so desperate for more. He slides one finger inside me and sucks my clit furiously until I’m bucking and screaming with a powerful release. Only then does he release me, kissing the insides of my thighs before moving up my body, pausing at the scar on my stomach, but he doesn’t ask about it. He kisses little circles all over it and then continues moving up until he reaches my nipples. He sucks each little bud until they form hard peaks, then he moves to my mouth. I can taste myself on him when he slides his tongue in to gently tease mine.
“I need you,” I breathe. “Right now.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He grips his jeans and yanks them down, shuffling until he can kick them off. Then he positions himself over me, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes locking with mine, his body hard. He feels so good against me. I can feel his aching cock against my entrance. He won’t push it in, and I thrust my hips up, begging for him to fuck me. He smiles down at me, and the sight is truly breathtaking.
Out of this world spectacular.
The best thing I’ve ever seen.
“You look beautiful when you smile,” I whisper.
He stops smiling and his gaze becomes intense again, like the words tear at something inside him that he wishes to keep hidden. He grips my thighs and forces my legs around him. Then he thrusts inside me so quickly and painfully I cry out, my teeth finding the flesh on his shoulder where I clamp down, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“Ouch, fuck,” he growls.
“You’re hurting me!” I growl.
He stops, exhales, then puts his head into the crook of my neck and sighs.
“If you don’t want this,” I whisper. “Then just stop.”
“I want it.”
“Then why did you hurt me?”
He doesn’t answer, he just thrusts his hips, gentler this time, and sends a shiver through me. I cling to him as he pulls back and does it again. His hard length slides in and out, caressing that spot until I’m building higher and higher, desperate for release. He doesn’t move his head from my shoulder, he just thrusts and thrusts with such desperation it hurts my heart. He’s detached. One comment and he’s detached. Gone. No longer with me in the way he was before.