Page 65 of Frost Bitten
I whimper again at his words, begging in my mind for him to fill my emptiness. First, a touch. A slow finger swirling around my entrance. Dipping in and then pulling out.
“Oh, yes, you’re so wet. You’re tight, too, so we’re definitely going to have to work up to three.”
“Sir, please. I’m sorry. I need you. I need to come.” I’m not above begging, but I need to come. At this point, I am practically vibrating.
“Oh, Baby Girl. Those sweet words. I had more planned, but I’ll take it easy on you. This is our first time together, and I want you to know I will listen to you as long as you listen to me. Now, I plan on wringing several orgasms out of you, so maybe I will lick this deliciously wet pussy until you soak my beard. Mmm…”
“Please,” I moan.
I immediately feel his lips and tongue assaulting my cunt; sucking, licking, nipping, and fucking my entrance with the tip of his tongue, but it’s not enough. He pulls away, and I mewl. It’s such a pitiful sound, but that’s how I feel right now – pitiful and needy, and at his mercy. But he turns over and flops down on the bed, slipping headfirst in between my knees. With a better angle, he sucks and flicks my clit with his tongue, and when he inserts two of his thick fingers into my pussy, I explode, dripping all over his beard as he asked. He doesn’t relent, though, pulsing my g-spot with the pad of his fingers and continuing to work my clit with his tongue, drawing out this first orgasm longer than I’ve ever experienced. My knees begin to shake, and he reaches up and pulls my hips down, forcing me to place my weight on his face. Within seconds, I’m screaming his name as the orgasm rolls into another explosion.
He shifts his face slightly, taking a breath through his nose, before diving back in. This time, he begins to thrust his fingers, and I’m coming again within another unbelievably short period. He groans as my body surges with cum dripping into his mouth. He gently removes his fingers and lifts me so he can crawl out from under me and shift off the bed.
Between my heavy breaths, I hear his pants and belt fall to the floor. “Baby girl, I want two more from you tonight. I’d love to feel you squeeze my dick while I fuck you like this before I flip you over and suck on your nipples when you come again. Can you hang on like this,” he gently pats my ass, “for a little longer?”
I can’t catch my breath, but somehow, I get the words out. “Yes… Sir…”
I feel his shudder through his hand, still gripping my ass, and a wave of pleasure rolls down my back from pleasing him.
A drawer shuts, a ripping sound… I’m so lost in ecstasy, I barely recognize the sounds of what he’s doing, but then I feel him climb onto the bed behind me. I lift my head from where it’s hanging and look over my shoulder. The focus, the determination on his face is sweet, endearing almost. He is dead set on making sure I come twice more, and I’m over here, shaking, thankful that I’ve been able to come three times.
He looks up at me and a flood of emotions flashes behind his eyes. Possession, lust, and was that… love? Before I could think about it too intently, he lines himself up and sinks all the way in. So fucking deep, I gasp. His dick fucking took my breath away. His groan transfers down his body, and I feel it so deep, I imagine his dick is a vibrator. Holy. Fucking. Hell. He’s large. Thick. And however his dick is shaped, just him existing inside my pussy has me clenching. Chills run down my spine, causing me to clench again.
“Fuck, Baby Girl, you’ve gotta stop doing that. I’m not even going to be able to move.”
“Yes, please,” I scream. I don’t give a damn if he has neighbors who hear me.
When he moves, it’s heaven. Pure fucking sensation. I’m rocking back into him involuntarily, and he reaches up and grabs my shoulder, holding me in place as he thrusts his hips into mine. I roll my hips, I just can’t help it. He feels so fucking good. He picks up his pace, seating himself harder until he’s hammering his hips into mine. I cry out, it’s all too much. Once, twice more, he fucks me hard, and I fall over the cliff. Screaming out, “God, yes! Yes!”
He stills behind me, not moving for a moment, allowing me to ride out my muscles luxuriously squeezing his incredible cock. Once I can breathe, he grips my hips and slowly pulls out, drawing a groan from me as well.
“Lie down on your back, Baby Girl.” His voice is thick with lust, like he’s barely able to hold himself back. I roll over, flopping on the bed. He reaches down to scoot me back to the center, since now my hands are dangling above my head, still attached to the headboard. Following my eyes to my hands, he asks, “Are you ok? Can you hang on for just a little longer?”
I nod my head, looking deep into his frosty eyes, and reply, “Yes, Sir.”
If I hadn’t been already looking, I wouldn’t have noticed, but his pupils responded to my words. Blowing out, his eyes turn almost black with animalistic possessiveness.
Grabbing a pillow, he lifts my hips with one hand and shoves the pillow under my ass. I have no idea what he’s doing until he spreads my legs, crawling forward on his knees, and lining himself up.
“Baby Girl, I promised you I wanted to feel you come like this, so I will get you there. But this is going to be hard and fast because I need you. I need to feel you pulse around me when I come.” I glance down, noticing the condom he remembered, and I feel silly, knowing he’d not go without unless I gave him permission. Nodding, I understand and steel myself against the rough sex that I’m about to ride out. I’m here for it. I’ve survived a lot, and I love rough sex. Bring. It. On.
He lifts my left knee, looping it over his arm, and I giggle that I’m still wearing my stilettos. He smirks and then nibbles at the ankle waving around by his shoulder. I gasp, and he takes advantage and surges into my cunt. I groan, throwing my head back. He pumps himself into me twice, three times before his left hand slides between my legs and his thumb lazily circles my clit. Immediately, my legs shake, my body preparing for the next bomb he’s about to drop on me. He establishes a steady pace, building me up higher and higher. As my body begins to tip over the edge, he releases my knee, bracing his forearm by my ribs, and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I scream out yet again when he bites down, mixing just the right amount of pain sensation to balance the ultimate pleasure. He begins to drive his cock into me, hard, fast, and I can feel him swelling slightly. Or maybe that’s just me clamping down on his dick, but either way, it’s mere seconds before he’s grunting and stilling, our hips joined and both of us panting.
Knowing I could the whole time, I slip my hands free and run them through his sweat-soaked hair. He pulls away, securing the condom and excusing himself to the restroom. When he returns, he crawls onto the foot of the bed, slowly zeroing in on his target. I’m lazily lying there, feeling boneless and still propped up on the pillow. When he’s face first where my thighs meet, he leans down, tentatively swiping his tongue across my folds. I groan and lean up on an elbow.
“And just what are you doing?” I ask with a smirk.
His eyes flash up to mine, fire still burning bright inside them, and with another lick, he says, “I was a boy scout when I was younger, and they taught me to always clean up any mess I make. I’m not letting any of your glorious taste go to waste. I’m cleaning it up the way I’ve always wanted to.”
Um, excuse me? I just died. Of pleasure.La petite mort. He brings me to heaven and back one more time with his tongue before easing the pillow out from beneath me and lying down, his head resting on my belly.
If only the rest of my days could end like this.
TWENTY-SEVEN
CAIT
New Year's Eve dawns cloudy and rainy, and even though I wake early, I roll over and go right back to sleep. My mood matches the weather, and I want nothing to do with either. Corey didn’t believe me, though, when I told him I didn’t want to be bothered at the hotel today. These last couple of days have been the hardest, and I’ve tried to pull back, to not hurt them by leading them on any more than I already have, but it didn’t work. Bast came over both Thursday and yesterday to help plan the move, and Corey showed up yesterday afternoon with boxes; a “packing party”, he called it. I was miserable. Once they left, I decided to pack a bag and head to the hotel early. I needed a night to wallow before I had to turn on thecharm, considering I’m going to be the hostess tonight.
