Page 46 of Flint
He pulls me to him, closing the scant distance between our bodies. I can now feel how much he wants me. His hard cock is pressing against my pussy through my jeans, making me regret wearing clothes at all today. When he takes my lips again, I whimper. It’s an eager, begging kind of sound that I’ve never made before.
When we break apart again, I can hardly breathe. My clit is tingling, driving my need for him higher with each kiss, touch, and pulse of his throbbing cock between my legs.
“I’m gonna take my time with you,” he whispers. “I’ll make it good for you. Give you something to remember me by.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “You do that, big guy.” Even as I say the words, I know there will be no parting ways after this. Flint is a possessive man, especially when it comes to me. He likes to call it protective, but I know better.
“Lift your arms,” he commands. I obey immediately because I know what this means. He wants to take my shirt off, and probably everything else.
Sure enough, he tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. Taking a second to slide my sketch book onto the floor, he eases me back onto the bed. He’s so careful with me with his big, strong hands. When he begins working on the zipper of my jeans, I help him by squirming out of them. He pulls my panties off right along with the jeans. I unfasten my bra and toss it aside.
My hands go down to pull his boxer briefs off, but they’re long gone. He’s looming over me with the most intense look on his handsome face.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs.
I should feel exposed but under his warm gaze, any hint of shyness evaporates. His fingers come up and trace the line of my collarbone in a slow, barely there touch that starts at my throat and moves out to the curve of my shoulder.
“I’ve wanted to do that for fuckin’ years,” he murmurs, “since you went off to college. I know that makes me a bad man. If you want to run, now’s the time.”
Instead of answering, I bring both his hands up to cup my breasts. “Shoulders are nice, but this is where the real action is.”
His intense expression breaks for a moment, replaced by amusement. “You’ve always been too fuckin’ sassy for your own good. You know that, don’t you?”
“I think you like women who say what’s on their mind. And why wouldn’t you? Strong men should like strong women.”
My words spark a hungry look in his eyes. “Yeah, you might look small and weak but you’re stronger than you look, sweetheart.”
I pull him down, and he comes without hesitation. His lips land on the little divot in my collarbone. He kisses and then moves lower, trailing kisses along the way. I like the way his beard scrapes gently across my skin, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. He takes his time, caressing my breasts and nipples, sucking on one and then the other. Instead of going to heaven, it feels like heaven descending on top of me. I can’t help but imagine Flint as my own dark angel. I spread my legs to make room for his big body.
He slowly moves down my body, with his face hovering between my thighs. He takes a deep breath, making a needy little growl in the back of his throat.
“You smell fuckin’ amazing, Jules. I’m going to put my mouth on you now.”
“Flint, please don’t make me wait.”
His tongue dances over my heated flesh as he takes his time figuring out what I like. I run my hand through his hair, scraping my nails gently across his scalp. It seems to excite him because the next thing I know, he’s holding me open and sliding one finger inside my core, looking for my G-spot. His tongue does small tight circles around my clit, slow and lazy at first but getting faster and faster.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I feel so many emotions and so much pleasure crashing through my body that I come embarrassingly fast. Flint slows to a pace that can only be described as teasing. His finger never leaves mybody, and I notice how my core tightens around it in rhythmic contractions. I gaze up at him in absolute awe. It takes me a second to realize that I’m slowly rubbing my clit against his hand, riding out the last of the orgasm he just gave me.
Before I can begin to feel self-conscious about it, he says warmly, “You are so fuckin’ beautiful right now, Jules. I’m gonna remember this for the rest of my damn life, the way you look right now.”
“I want all of you, not just your mouth,” I whisper, worried that I’m asking for more than he wants to give.
“You are absolutely killin’ me, sweetheart,” he groans. “You’re so wet and ready for my cock right now.”
I bring up one hand to rest against his wildly beating heart, and he finally comes down on top of me. The slide of our bodies against one another is everything I ever dreamed it would be. The warm weight of him on top of me feels so right.
He hesitates for a moment. Just when I think he’s changed his mind about making love to me, he notches the tip of his cock at my opening and begins to press inside. He’s slow about his business, giving my body time to adjust.
My hand is still resting on his chest, and we’re looking into each other’s eyes. This thing between us is real, not just sex or protection or whatever Flint likes to pretend it is. After this, even he can’t deny what we both know to be true. We’re meant to be together. It feels like we were made for each other.
When I shift my hips up to meet his welcome invasion, he presses one hand against my hip to stop me. “I’m packin’ realheat here, sweetheart. We’ve gotta be careful. Trust me to take care of you.”
I relax my hips and let him have his sexy way with me. And Flint doesn’t disappoint. Sure, as the last few inches go in, I start to feel the burn. I concentrate on relaxing my body, and the next thing I know, he’s balls deep inside me. I welcome all of him, loving everything about the way he feels inside me.
The real magic happens when he starts to move. I can feel him everywhere, and the teasing slide of his cock hits all the right spots, dragging against my G-spot from root to tip and back again. I find myself breathlessly murmuring encouragement as I claw at his chest. He does a little twist with his hips with each thrust, and it feels like he’s rubbing harder against my G-spot. I find myself making high-pitched, broken sounds thick with need. This man is absolutely wrecking my world tonight.
He’s still looking into my eyes as he picks up the pace even more. He must be barely hanging on because he bares his teeth as he growls my name in a harsh voice. I can tell his emotions are getting the better of him too.
