Page 14 of My Crazy Killers
I glance at the clock, which currently reads nine thirty, as I tell him, “At ten past eleven. I’ve seen the same gap every day since I’ve been here.”
“Pete was right, brilliant and beautiful,”he signs, grabbing my cheeks to kiss me again.
I smile up at him as I whisper, “What are we going to do until then?” I bite my lower lip as I look up at him through my lashes, hoping he catches my drift.
He frowns.“You’re injured.”
“So are you,” I whisper back. “Jagger, I don’t want to wait any longer. We might not make it out of here, and even if wedo, we have no money, no resources. Who knows how long it will be until we get another chance.”
He presses his lips together, his eyes bouncing between mine in thought. Eventually, he signs,“Our first time should be special.”
“It will be, because it’s you and me. I love you, Jagger. Make love to me? Please?” I try to give him my big pleading eyes, batting my eyelashes at him, and I can see it works when he moves to the empty desk, grabs the chair, and moves back to wedge it under the bedroom door handle. Somehow, he manages to do it without making a sound.
“You have to stay quiet,”he signs, and I nod eagerly.“Press your mouth into the pillow to muffle any sound. I don’t want anybody else hearing and coming in to see you like that.”
“Like what?” I ask with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He suddenly bends down, hooking his thumbs in the top of my tights and panties as he pushes them down my legs. I help him by stepping out of them, then he sits back on his heels, his face right in line with my bare pussy. Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue right up my center, and my hands fly to his shoulders as I try to hold in my gasp.
He looks up at me with a smirk, then stands and slowly backs me up until the back of my calves hit the bed. Lifting his hands, he signs,“Get on your hands and knees, and make sure you have a pillow to muffle your moans.”
I feel my cheeks grow red, but I decide to ignore him since there is something else I’m dying to do first. Placing my hands on his chest, I push him back a step to give myself some room, then I stare into his eyes as my hands find the fastener on his pants.
He watches me, and I grin in satisfaction at the heat I seethere as I undo his pants and push them past his ass and hips, letting them drop to the ground. Finally looking down at the gold I’m mining for, I put my thumbs in the sides of his boxers, the same way he did with my underwear, and pull them down to the ground, moving to my knees as I go.
He helps me by lifting his feet, one at a time, and I pull them off and push them to the side. When I see his hard cock standing proudly in front of my face, I lick my lips eagerly. Reaching forward, I grip it firmly, and his hands fly to my cheeks, tilting my chin up so I can see him sign,“You don’t need to.”
I smile up at him as I reply, “I know.”
He lets go of my chin, his hands moving to my hair as I drop my chin, lean forward, and swipe my tongue right up the underside of his cock. His hands tighten a little in my hair, and I do it again, using my hand to stroke him at the same time.
When I feel myself salivating with the need for more, I pull his tip down and cover it with my mouth. His chest rumbles, as if he’s trying to growl, and it just makes me more enthusiastic as I move my mouth up and down.
I move my free hand to his balls and lightly scrape my nails along the underside, like I’d seen the women do in porn. I know he likes it because his fingers press into my hair, which turns into an intense scalp massage. I continue sucking and stroking him, squeezing his balls as I hum in satisfaction and arousal.
This reminds me of some of the porno I watched. I had wondered why the woman had seemed so turned on by the act when she was the one doing all the work, but now I get it. Bringing someone I love pleasure is even more satisfying than when they do it to me. Well…almostas satisfying.
Almost as if he can hear my thoughts, Jagger suddenly bends and grabs me under the arms, lifting me to my feet.
“Bed. Hands and knees. Now,”he signs abruptly, his eyes filled with desire.
I quickly move to do as instructed and realize this position is the best way to avoid putting any pressure on either of our backs. Once I'm on my hands and knees, I feel him kneel on the bed behind me, his hand skating over my ass as his other one pushes my head down into the pillow. I let my arms collapse beneath me so my face is buried in the pillow and my ass is in the air.
I feel exposed, but any vulnerability leaves me as his thumbs spread me open, and he starts licking my core.
Dios mio!
His tongue feels amazing, and it instantly has me craving a release. The blow job did a great job at foreplay for both of us. I press my face into the pillow, keeping my moans contained as he starts to go crazy, as if he hadn’t eaten for days, which is actually kinda true.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he presses two fingers into me, and I clamp my mouth shut so I don’t accidentally scream out in pleasure. There’s an urgency to his movements, and it makes me eager to give myself over to him. That thought alone has an orgasm rising fast as I try to move my hips in time with his hand.
My entire body heats, the pain in my back forgotten as my core starts to clench around his fingers. He picks up his speed, sending me careening off the edge as I fight my hardest to stay quiet. His fingers slow but don’t stop, not until his mouth moves away, and I feel his thighs press against the back of mine.
My body automatically tenses, even though this is whatI’ve been craving. One hand squeezes my ass, and I try to silence my groan as he rubs his hard cock through my slick folds. I don’t trust myself to stay quiet, so I press my face further into the pillow as the top of his length nudges my clit.
He uses his hand to press himself against me, using me as his lubricant until he decides he’s ready for me. Instead of pressing his cock in, he uses two fingers and slowly thrusts a few times before adding a third finger and stretching me.
I bite back my pleas for more, desperate to finally feel his cock inside me. I feel like I’ve waited forever to connect with him like this. I wish I could see his face, but I’m optimistic we will get the chance to do this again, once we’re healed and no longer in danger.
