Page 63 of My Never
“I don’t think I’d count kisses when it comes to satisfying you. They’re just part of the package,” he murmurs hotly against my skin, continuing his exploration of the other side of my neck, and I shiver with anticipation.
Mmmm… This man.
Mark slides his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt and pops the clasp on the back of my bra as his lips burn a line down the v of my blue shirt. He hums his approval when I pull the shirt over my head. His head dips immediately to run the tip of his tongue along the line of the cup, teasing the swell of my breast as his fingers pull the straps down my shoulders, baring my now heavy breasts to him. One of his hands grabs the round of my ass cheek, squeezing deliciously as he pulls my hips hardagainst his stiff cock at the same time as his other hand teases the underside of a breast. He sucks the peaked nipple of that tit into his mouth and nibbles lightly. Squirming against him, I sigh with pleasure but hate the denim still between us. His lips and hand leave my breast. Instead they slide up my throat possessively, and he tilts my chin up to him with his thumb.
“I want you,” he states, no frills. The heat in his eyes burns into my soul.
“I’m yours.” My answer leaves my lips on a breathless whimper. His lips needily crash against mine, sucking the last remnants of breath from my lungs. Every inch of me is on fire for him. The sound of him pulling his project off the table behind me and setting it on the floor floods my veins with excitement. His fingers work my short’s button and zipper down as he lavishes attention on my other breast with his mouth before kissing a path down my belly as he pulls off my shorts and panties in one go. He means business.
He’s already spreading me wide on the worktable as I hear the clothing hit the floor. The table is hard but smooth beneath me. The tiny fear of a splinter in my ass disappears when his hot tongue swipes up the center of me and circles my clit. I toss my head back, groaning along with him from the pleasure of it. His fingers rake up my thighs, scattering goosebumps as he sucks that little nub into his mouth and pulls lightly at it, teasing me. His eyes roll up to mine and he winks as he lets it pop out of his mouth. A coy smirk toys with his lips as he slides a thick finger inside me, and I gasp.
“You aren’t playing, are you?” I stutter out between pants as he kisses up my belly back toward my lips.
“No…” he whispers his answer against my lips as he slides in a second finger, causing me to gasp again into his mouth.
“Mmmm, so wet for me,” he murmurs, working me slowly, adding his thumb to my clit, pulling more needy sounds from my throat.
“Feels so good…” I pant out. Needing more friction, I grind my hips back against his fingers, and he bites his lip. He liked that, so I do it again, and he blows out a breath like he’s fighting his control.
“I think you can handle one more,” he pants out. My mind short circuits as a third finger works into me, and I cry out at the fullness as I stretch around his thick fingers.Fuck…
“That’s good, Bella, let me in,” he groans, looking down at the show as he works in. My pants come faster, and when he crooks his fingers, my eyes roll back into my head, and my pussy squeezes involuntarily. He hisses in a breath, his body reacting to mine.
“This is gonna be fun. Now, tell me, have you ever squirted before?” he asks huskily, his thumb drawing a light little circle around my clit. My hips jerk in response, and he chuckles low in his throat.
My jaw drops because, no, I’ve never had that pleasure, and his voice dripping with sex asking me that question just turned me on in ways I never expected. I shake my head, wondering if it’s even possible, and a look of determination settles over his face.Oh fuck… this is about to get interesting.I bite the inside of my cheek, a tad nervous with trying something new, and the look must wash across my face.
“It’ll be intense, but I’ve got you. You can trust me. Feet up on the table. Spread your legs wider.” He helps push my feet and legs back where he wants them.
He kisses me slowly to make his point and begins to circle my clit again as his fingers begin to massage my inner walls like he’s rubbing the tension out and searching for something. He works his fingers in different patterns until he finds just the rightspot and pattern of movement that makes me pull away from his lips with a gasp and cry.
A smile of impending victory tips up the corners of his lips in a wicked grin, and he begins to work me harder. A whoosh of breath leaves my lungs as the intensity builds but morphs into something that I haven’t already experienced. I instinctually back away from his fingers a little on the table, and he growls, yanking my hips back down against him. I cry out. It feels so good, but different.
“Don’t even think of pulling away. I’ve got you, remember?” He flexes his fingers, playing with his movements again, chasing away my nerves as an intense wave of pressure slams into me. My legs begin to tremble, and a strangled sound wrenches from my throat.
“Fucking beautiful. You’ve got this. Don’t fight what’s happening.”
The nerves hit me again when I get a sudden urge to pee. I’ve read about it before, but never having experienced it in this way makes me feel embarrassed, even though, in my mind, I know that all my nerve endings are just getting overwhelmed.
“Relax into the intensity. Fuck, you look so pretty, flushing like that.”
“But, I feel like I need to–” I start to say, but the words are cut from me by another wave of pleasure that leaves me speechless. I keen out, panting before the blinding need to come becomes the only thing I can think about.
“Almost there, baby. You’re doing sooo good.Fuck,I can’t wait to feel you drench my hand,” he grits between his teeth, working me with the same intensity that I feel inside. It’s going to snap at any second. My gasps and whimpers turn into needy wails as my body bucks back against him, the sounds of slick fingers pumping me only teasing me closer to the edge.
“That’s it… let go.” He flicks his wrist really quickly to shock my nerves, the perfect move that tips me over the edge. My vision blurs, and I scream out his name, throwing my head back to try and suck in oxygen, but there isn’t any. I hear him curse under his breath in the background along with the faint beat of the music, but I’m lost in sensations I’ve never felt. I might be dying.
When sounds begin to flood back into my senses, all I hear is both our harsh panting and the sound of his zipper. He crawls up onto the big work table on top of me and slams home.
“FUCK!”he shouts out at the sensation of my pussy still fluttering around him, and I cry out again at the welcome invasion. His mouth collides with mine, and he kisses me with a fervor that screams of his need for me as he pistons his hips, driving into me hard. It’s breathtaking. I feel so alive.
He wraps my legs around his back because I’m still boneless and in shock from that orgasm. I mewl out from the connection of our bodies lining up. My skin is overly sensitized, but I still need more.
“You need another, Bella. Let’s do that again around my cock. I fuckingneedto feel that around me.”
All I can do is whimper and hang onto him for dear life. I surrender my body to the ferocity of his thrusts. He pulls his lips from mine, angling my hips with his hands until he’s got me right where he wants me again, shaking and mewling with need.
“There we go. FUCK, fuck, fuuuuck…” he chants, gritting that last one out low and rough. “I love how you’re strangling me. Hold on tight.”
