Page 28 of Urgent Vows
His mouth keeps moving downward, his teeth scraping over skin he sooths with his tongue afterward. I don't know how many love bites he puts on me between my collar bone and the top of my breasts, but my body is thrumming with a need that I have never known before.
I am twenty-five years old and though I know pain very well, I am almost totally ignorant about the pleasure my body is capable of feeling. I've tried touching myself, but my clitoris must be a dud, because I never got much out of it.
Only Severu's mouth against my skin is drawing forth sensation after sensation as ecstasy skitters along my neural pathways and sends moisture flooding to my vagina.
He cups both of my boobs with his big hands, kneading them. And it feels good. So good. His thumbs slide back and forth over my nipples, making them ache for more. They're swollen and tight, harder than they've ever gotten from the cold.
He pinches them and I arch with a cry. The pain in my ribs mixing with the pleasure of his touch.
Severu removes both hands, and then presses me back into the bed with careful pressure against my sternum only. "Do you want me to keep touching you?"
"Yes." I have no pride in this moment. Only an insistent thrum of irresistible desire.
"No moving."
"I can't help it." Tears spring to my eyes because I want what he's doing so much but I know I can't control my body. "Help me."
"You only had to ask,mi bella ragazza."
Oh, goodness. I like that. Severu calling mehisbeautiful girl.
Wetness trickles down from my vajayjay, sliding between the cheeks of my bottom. It feels strange. New.
He maintains that gentle pressure between my breasts and cups one of my boobs with his other hand. I feel claimed and cocooned. He puts his mouth right on my nipple creating an arc of bliss between it and the bundle of nerves at the top of my nether lips.
He licks all over my nipple and aureole, his tongue first soft and flat and then hard and pointed. I want to lift toward his mouth, but his hand stops me and I relax into the pleasure, because I can do nothing else.
Then he sucks the hard peak sending another one of those shocking arcs of intense pleasure to my clit. I need more air. I'm sucking in as deep of breaths as my ribs will allow, but I can't get enough.
What is happening to me? Something knots low in my belly, a spring that coils tighter and tighter. Then the hand cupping my breast, slides down my body, until it reaches my mound.
He barely brushes the top of my pubic hair and I moan. That feels incredible. I didn't know hair could be sensitive. He presses down and his middle finger slides between the slick folds of my labia. He rubs first one side and then the other, tightening the coil of pleasure inside me until I want to scream. Then his finger dips inside my virgin opening and I can't help crying out his name.
"Severu," I say again in a tone I do not recognize. "Please."
The suction on my nipple increases and his finger presses deeper inside me. It stings a little, stretching me, but it feels good too. Right. Like having him inside me is what I was created for.
The initial sting morphs into nothing but pleasure and my vaginal walls contract around his finger, trying to draw him in deeper.
Then his thumb brushes over the knot of nerve endings that have never responded to my touch, and it feels like I've been jolted with a live electric wire. Severu makes a circular motion with his thumb. I try to tilt my pelvis to get more of the sensation and his big hand slides from my sternum to my belly, pressing my body down so once again, I cannot move.
Now, it is only pleasure building inside my body toward unimaginable ecstasy.
He slides his pointer finger inside me with his middle finger and I feel the sting of the stretch again. I welcome it and the pleasure that follows almost immediately. He thrusts in and out of me with his fingers, his thumb pressing against my clitoris with every push.
Everything but the pleasure he makes me feel recedes to nothingness.
There is no hospital room, there is no pain from my bruises. There is only this. Ecstasy that I have never felt before.
"Severu, please, I need…" I don't know what I need so I can't continue.
But he knows. He plays my body with the same passion and purpose I play the piano. He knows how to draw forth a melody of desire and delight.
He lets go of my nipple with a pop and then he's kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in a joint rhythm with his fingers pressing into my body.
The ecstasy detonates inside of me, and I scream into his mouth while my entire body goes rigid with pleasure that he draws out for second after second, moments that feel like a lifetime, until every muscle in my body relaxes and I go totally lax against the bed in utter bliss.
He withdraws his hand from between my thighs and raises his fingers to his mouth, licking my essence off of them while trapping my gaze with his own.
