Page 93 of Apathy
“Fuck!”
He increased the pace, then slowed down, then again increased, driving me insane with need, with lust. I started forgetting about everything that worried me.
His tongue danced through my folds while his fingers brought me higher and higher until he pressed against the spot inside my core that made me see stars. The pressure that was building at the bottom of my stomach started slipping from my grasp, and as my entire body started convulsing, he murmured against me, the vibrations elevating me to a new level.
“Let go, Moonshine.”
I screamed in an empty library, trying to hold on to him, hold on to his head, gripping the silky strands as my body finally gave in. He continued stroking me, licking and biting, prolonging my orgasm while I kept shaking, unable to stop my body from giving in.
“Good girl,” he purred against my heated skin and removed his fingers from my body. I felt high, drunk on him. When he stood up, taking me with him, he gripped the back of my neck with one hand, while the other one played with the hem of my shirt, lifting it higher, until his hand reached the silky material of my bra.
“Hmmm.” He smiled and bent his head down to my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth, while his fingers circled around my nipple, over my bra. I pushed my chest at him, letting him take full control of my body.
He played me like an instrument—one hand on my chest, the second one in my hair, his lips on my neck, leaving a blazing trail all the way to my mouth. He nibbled on my bottom lip, then kissed me as if his entire life depended on it.
Our teeth clashed, the fight for dominance coursing through both of us, but I knew that it was a fight I would never win.
I already belonged to him—body, mind, and soul.
“You’re mine, Moonshine,” he murmured between kisses. “I don’t give a fuck what anybody else says… You. Are. Mine.”
For the first time since I met him, his emotions were written all over his face. Lust, anger, passion, love, and the one I hated seeing—fear.
Midnight blue stared back at me with uncertainty, as if he thought I would disappear. I knew if I asked him about it, he would deny it, but I didn’t need words to see everything he felt reflected back at me.
“Ash,” I murmured, going up to my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his. “I will always belong to you, baby. Always and forever.”
He abruptly turned from me and knocked over all the books from the table.
“What—”
I didn’t manage to finish asking before I was airborne, held tightly in his arms. In the next second, my butt was firmly placed on top of the table with him between my legs.
He lifted my shirt all the way above my chest and pulled me to him, lining my core with the bulge in his pants.
Possessive lips descended on mine, branding me forever. Skillful hands owned my body, and without a word, he started unbuttoning his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
“You’re not wearing underwear?” I smiled, breaking the tension in the room.
Instead of answering me, he bent down and took out a condom wrapped in a silver packet, then ripped it open. His dick was pointed right at me, and my mouth salivated at what was coming. Unable to help myself, I got off the table and stood right in front of him, placing a soft kiss in between his pecs.
Then another one lower, right against his stomach, until I started going down, dragging my nails over his skin, over his abs, until I reached the delicious V pointing to his dick. I could feel his eyes on me, his burning gaze. When he didn’t stop me, I slid down, all the way to my knees, licking my lips when the angry red head appeared in front of my face.
“Moonshine,” he rasped, empowering me by letting me have this control over him. He wrapped one hand in my hair, pulling it away from my face. I dragged my nails over his thighs, inching closer to his balls, and then pulling back, earning a groan from him. “Sky, please.”
It was music to my ears, his pleading, and his sharp intakes of breath. Without waiting any longer, I wrapped one hand at the base of his member, and licked the vein straining against the soft skin, all the way to the bulbous head.
“Fuck!” His hips bucked forward, and I grinned, knowing that all this was for me. Only me. “Open your mouth, Moonshine.”
But I didn’t. I wanted to play more, to explore every inch of him, to savor his moans, his groans, his begging.
“Please,” he begged when I placed a soft kiss on top of his cock, dragging my hand up and down. I looked up only to see him already looking at me. We were playing with fire, but I didn’t mind burning if it was with him. “You’re a very bad girl today,” he murmured. “And you know what happens to bad girls?”
I did. I closed my eyes as my other hand traveled to my pussy, collecting the juices dripping over my thighs, to the floor, and lifted it up, massaging his balls then his dick with it.
“Fuck, fuck, fu—” he started chanting, and before he could say anything more, I wrapped my lips around him, swirling my tongue over the head, while I pumped him with my other one. “Fuuuuck!” erupted from him as I started bobbing my head up and down, feeling the pressure build up at the base of my stomach.
I bit into the skin of his butt cheek with my nails, pulling him closer, holding myself up. He suddenly tore away from me, breathing as if he ran a marathon.
