Page 95 of Heartbreak & Cupcakes
When he did it again, I waited, I didn’t surge to meet him. I allowed him to trace my mouth and then he moved to my upper lip repeating the motion, then back to my lower lip before adding in little nibbles with his teeth.
I drifted in blissful oblivion as he licked, sucked, and nipped at my lips before finally driving his tongue into my mouth. By the time he did, I was whimpering with barely restrained desire.
His body shifted its weight as he moved his arm. I felt his fingers once again wrap around my wrist and he lifted my arm above my head then he did the same with my other arm. Using one hand he pinned my hands against the mattress just like he had earlier.
The position my arms were in caused my back to arch slightly and my nipples brushed against Alex’s chest. The sensation was light but powerful. My nipples had always been particularly sensitive and I felt them pucker tighter at the flesh-to-flesh connection.
Above me Alex’s nostrils flared, and his jaw tightened right before he lowered his head and captured my nipple in his mouth. I gasped at the sting of his teeth nipping at my pebbled nub. It was quickly soothed by the delicate caress of his tongue laving my nipple. He sucked more of my body into his mouth and swirled the tip of his tongue, then moved his attention to my other breast.
Heat and pressure curled low in my belly as he worshipped my body with his mouth. Another release built inside of me, and I squirmed beneath him.
“Alex, please,” I begged through ragged breaths.
At my plea, he gently kissed both of my nipples before moving up so that our faces were a mere inch apart. “Please what?” he rasped; the heat of his breath fanned my face.
“Please…” I repeated as my hips rose up to meet his. I could feel the length of his shaft pressing against my feminine folds and the sensation sent a shock of bliss exploding in my core. “Please,” I repeated in a hoarse whisper.
He didn’t move, his expression did not change as he stared down at me with an intensity that I felt all the way to my toes.
“Say it. Say what you want me to do.” This time the question was not an inquiry, it was a demand.
I’d never vocalized what I wanted in bed. Maybe because no one I’d been with asked. I would have thought that I might be shy in this situation, but the need rioting through me must have overridden that emotion.
With a boldness I hadn’t known I possessed, I answered, “Please…fuck me.”
Alex closed his eyes and for a brief, heartbreaking moment, I thought this encounter was over. He’d thought that he could do this but now that we were on the precipice of actually having sex, he wasn’t going to be able to go through with it.
I was telling myself it was okay. He just wasn’t ready, it wasn’t about me, when he crushed his mouth to mine. In the same breath, as his tongue invaded my mouth, his erection drove inside me. I gasped at the sting of intrusion. He held himself still above me.
The pressure was almost too much. There was a sharp stab of pain and I hissed in discomfort. But within seconds it dissolved into pleasure.
Alex’s body remained still as one hand held my arms captive above my head and his other hand gripped my hip. But his mouth moved. The kiss that he’d started continued and I found myself getting lost in the rhythm of his tongue gliding along mine. He had a way of kissing that was all encompassing. It wasn’t a means to an end like most other guys that I’d been with.
The suction, the pressure of his lips, the give and take of his tongue all conspired to lull me into a blissful state. I could feel my inner walls begin to milk his body as I adjusted to his size, but he still didn’t move.
Need began to build inside of me and it revealed itself as my hips began to lift, seeking more. But instead of getting more, I felt the sting of Alex’s fingers keeping me in place. As frustrating as it was, it was also really hot.
I’d never had a man be so completely in control of my body.
Whimpers of barely suppressed frustration were swallowed up in his kiss as he finally, blessedly, began to move. He pulled out slowly until I could feel the ridge of his mushroom tip against the taut skin of my entrance. Then he surged back inside of me with a singular, measured stroke. He repeated the motion again and again, lulling me into a rhythmic pleasure trance. My body synced with his as he sank deeper and deeper with each thrust, stretching my inner walls to accommodate his girth.
I fell under his spell, hypnotized further each time he entered me. I was floating in an atmosphere of base pleasure. I surrendered to the experience completely, allowing myself to be swept away. It wasn’t until the first spasm of release gripped me that I realized my orgasm was a breath away.
“Alex,” I gasped in fear, not wanting to let go. But it was too late. My climax hit me like a Mack truck.
White hot bursts of tingles exploded in me like the fireworks finale on the Fourth of July. My entire body was seized with jarring pleasure as my fingers curled into fists. My release was not just one jolt of ecstasy, it ebbed and flowed and went on and on, seeming to last for an eternity, until finally it wrung every drop of energy from my body. My limbs relaxed and my entire body went limp.
When I opened my eyes, I felt Alex surge into me once more and he gave himself over to his own climax before he collapsed on top of me, his hand releasing my wrists as he did. I could feel his erection pulsing inside of me as his breath danced along my neck.
I loved the feeling of his weight pressing me into the mattress. My arms felt heavy as I lowered and wrapped them around Alex. My hands ran up and down the muscled contours of his back and I felt tears began to fill my eyes.
Before I could process where the tears were coming from Alex moved, flipping on his back. But instead of letting me go, he pulled me on top of him and held me tightly to him.
The only sound in the darkened room was our labored breaths. I didn’t want to do or say anything to break the magic of this moment, but I also didn’t want to overstay my welcome.
I started to push myself up, but Alex’s arms tightened their hold. “Stay. Please. Just tonight.”
A smile tugged at my lips as I rested my head against his chest. This might be just tonight, but the night wasn’t over.
