Chapter 42 Chapter 21 (ii)
“How does this feel?” he whispered near my ear as he showered tiny, gentle kisses on that side of my face. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt his fingers skim the outside of my panties, quickening my blood and kick-starting a pulse at the flesh under the cloth. Oh god… how was he able to affect me like this? He would just touch me and my brain just go poof and I was all wriggling to plaster myself to him!
But he was turning the stool now so I would face him, and he started to kiss me earnestly as his hands played with the knot of my robe until the thing was falling down on the floor. Before I knew it, his mouth was coming down on me, dropping hot and wet kisses down my breasts, slowly but deliciously sucking on already excited nipples one and the other, all careful and yet arousing, considering we’d already made love that morning.
“Jigo… you’re already… really… late…” I told him, trying not to moan as I felt all the tickly feeling his lips and teeth were generating on my naked, heated skin as he had left his stool already, lowered himself between my legs as his head travelled south. I took a quick breath as he gave attention to one particularly sensitive spot in my tummy. It distracted me, and the next moment, my tiny panties had fallen on the floor with the robe, and I was completely naked.
And then he was lifting me up from the stool to make me sit on the edge of the new kitchen table, sliding the dirty plates and table napkins to one side with an arm. He pushed me so I was lying down on my back, my butt near the edge, my feet on both sides while he stood in the middle, his hot gaze slowly feasting on the nakedness in front of him.
“You just don’t know how hot you are, baby. I just can’t help myself…” He looked up to catch my eyes. “This okay?”
It was embarrassing how fast I nodded. He smiled his satisfaction, his eyes warm and indulgent.
“Shhh… this will be just a minute,” he told me, his head lowering between the thighs that he had parted wider, watching my pussy open up for him. I knew this because of his next words. “It drives me crazy everytime I see your pussy. It’s just one of the most beautiful thing… and it’s mine.”
I felt a rush of heat at the way he said ‘mine.’ God… no matter if I agreed or not, it was so arousing. I couldn’t take my eyes away as his eyes avidly watched my pulsing, soaked flesh. At this point, honestly, I couldn’t feel shy about being exposed to him like that. He was right—it was his now. And seeing him find such pleasure from watching my pussy before devouring it gave me such an incredible amount of confidence and pride that I could do this for him. That I could satisfy him this way.
And it felt so good, being able to have this kind of worth to a man I really, really wanted to be happy.
His eyes flicked to mine again. “I want this,” he said.
“You can have it,” I said. “Please, baby.”
He groaned. “Watch me want you.”
“Yes!” I replied, then gasped as the first sensation of his raspy tongue gripped me. My eyes held on to his, watching him, as he repeated the movement of his tongue on mine, watching the lips glisten with his saliva, preventing my eyes from rolling up as the tip of his tongue started to rove and flick at my rapidly budding clit. I watched as his mouth thoroughly tasted and licked and devoured me. I didn’t know exactly how long it took; time just ceased. And when I couldn’t hold myself together anymore, his hand reached for mine and held as I groaned my first orgasm.
My back dropped back on the table top and I opened my eyes, looked down, and watched him slide his thick cock slowly between the glistening cheeks of my pussy. I looked up and our eyes met, the pent up moan from me showing on my face. He reached out and helped me sit up, my back curved, and we kissed. Then we both looked down and watched together as he slowly slid out, his cock slick with my juice, before sliding home again.
“Oh god, that looks really good,” he said in a choked voice.
“I know,” I replied, my voice tremulous. Never in my wildest dreams that I’d imagined something like this could happen to me a month ago. And never with Jigo. I raised my eyes at him as I thought that, and his eyes focused on me and seemed to read the incredulousness on my face. His head swooped down and I was kissed tenderly, slowly, but thoroughly, as he continued to thrust in and out of me. My body quivered inside the arms that held me in place, my breasts reveling as they rubbed against his powerful chest as his movements became faster and bigger, deliberately bowing his body as much as he could to get close to me. My feet left the wood to wrap around his torso, anchoring my body to his. I felt close. But this time, I want something different.
“Cum with me?” I told him.
He nodded, smiling a little. “Mmm… I’m close, Fae,” he informed me. “I’m not gonna control myself. I’m not gonna hold back.”
“I don’t want you to. I’m… oh god, Jigo… ah…”
“Say that again. Say my name again,” he ordered, his voice rough as he now pistoned in and out.
“Jigo… oh, Jigo, I’m almost… almost…”
He rammed into me once, twice, and I slithered into his arms to seek his lips as I felt my body gave up; the release huge, hard and fast. I already knew he was cumming because he’s buried himself deep inside me and I felt him cock before pulsing out his cum. I felt all that, and I laughed inside his kiss before holding on as my whole body softly rocked against him with the pulse of my orgasm…