Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen - Gabriella
His eyes flare brightly taking me by surprise as he runs his firm, yet soft hand down my body, hooking it under my knee and pulling my leg over his hip. “Then prepare to be feasted upon,” he says with lustful promise.
Slowly he rolls me on my back, his eyes never leaving mine, and quickly I gasp when I feel his hard cock press firmly against my core. I can’t be sure, but based on what I’m feeling between my legs, I’m a little scared of what he might be working with. Nevertheless, my teeth sink into my lip as I let out a gentle moan when he ever so slightly thrusts his hard-on perfectly against my swollen clit and I’m so fucking glad I didn’t put on panties last night.
He grabs the collar of my sweater dress and in a fluid motion tears it straight down the middle exposing my naked body to his hungry eyes, the only thing keeping the shredded fabric on my body are the measly pieces still attached to my shoulders. My body begins to heat up as my chest rises and falls and I feel my nipples tighten as they form stiff peaks pointing directly at the culprit.
He captures my breasts in his large hands making me whimper with need as he presses them together firmly before launching himself forward capturing my nipples in his hot, wet mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan in pleasure, fisting his hair as my head is thrown back from the sheer delight his mouth is bringing me. Deep moans are flying from me out of my control as his tongue flicks my nipples expertly while his mouth sucks them into oblivion.
“Mmm hard just for me,” he moans against my nipples, taking a gentle bite of each one as my body writhes insatiably beneath him.
“Holy fuck,” I pant, tugging at his hair though he doesn’t seem to notice.
He gives my breasts a firm squeeze and pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefingers as he trails hungry kisses down my body with his tongue teasing my overheated flesh.
“The scent of your arousal is enough to make me come,” he says against my navel, and at his words my hips buck invitingly.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath already.
“Just wait,” he says with a smirk in his voice as he manages to nestle his large frame between my thighs. He spreads my thighs wide leaving me completely exposed to him. I watch, enraptured as he licks his lips and I feel it deep within my core. Can pussy’s gulp? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what mine is doing.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” he says as he leans in until I can feel his breath against my clit making me whimper, “Swollen, dripping, and soaking these sheets. Pulsating and begging to be filled by my cock,” he says with praise that has my brain taking a massive dopamine hit.
“Then… do it,” I say breathlessly as I cup my breasts, massaging them to give myself some kind of physical release.
“All in good time, but this beast wants his feast,” he practically growls as he slowly runs his tongue up my slit. A long deep moan fills the room and I squeeze my breasts hard as his tongue continues to lap me up like a hungry animal deprived of water. He lets out a deep moan of ecstasy as his tongue slowly spreads my folds apart, making its way painstakingly slow towards my clit. “Your pussy is the sweetest fucking thing my mouth has ever tasted,” he says reverently like he’s just tasted the most exquisite aphrodisiac in the universe.
I free one breast so I can explore his hair with my fingers as he begins to tease my entrance with his tongue, flicking it so fast my legs begin to shake.
“Fuck… Jartre… don’t stop,” I beg.
His tongue continues to feast on my entrance as his beard tickles my sensitive flesh sending my body into a burning frenzy of stimulation that I’ve never felt before but already know I can’t live without.
He takes a firm grip on my thighs yanking me closer to his face, placing his mouth around my clit sucking it with the most blissful amount of force as his tongue flicks it with a speed that my mind can’t even begin to comprehend. I throw my arms back and dig my nails into the headboard as every muscle in my body coils and tightens like a cobra ready to strike. Moans and cries of ecstasy leave me at such a rapid force that I’m struggling to breathe and feeling the burn in my lungs, but I don’t fucking care.
“Yes, yes, yes…fucking God yes… fuck… fuck…” My vision goes black as I begin to scream my throat raw as my orgasm rips its way through my body shattering my senses and every nerve-ending as I convulse and quiver beneath him, but he doesn’t relent. He holds my thighs firmly in place keeping me prisoner underneath his powerful mouth as he continues his onslaught.
My torso begins to buck and thrash off the bed, my overstimulated clit begging for reprieve, but he keeps me trapped, forcing my body to endure the most brutal and exquisite torture it has ever known. My body throws itself back like a rag doll, arching as I yank at his hair with what would be enough force to rip the strands from the roots if he were human, but they hold as strong as his mouth on my clit and quickly I feel another earth shattering orgasm explode from my body as my animalistic cries fill my tiny loft.
My eyes roll back, and my body goes limp, jolting and convulsing like a livewire, and just when I think he’ll free me, I’m proved oh so fucking wrong. I feel two of his thick, strong fingers slip inside me with ease, pressing right against my G-spot as if they memorised a fucking map leading them right to it.
“I… can’t… take… it,” I pant weakly.
“Yes, you fucking can,” he growls.
He sits up and presses me into the mattress crashing his lips down on mine with brute force but still that indescribable tenderness underneath as his fingers move inside me with mind-blowing speed. My body feels wrecked and yet my lips seek out his, my hands capturing his face as my lips feast on his hungrily, tasting myself on him.
“Jartre…” I begin to protest, swallowing hard as I moan breathlessly against his lips when I feel his arm wrap around me holding me against him.
“I want to feel your pussy claim my fingers just like the other night,” he says with a guttural groan as his mouth claims mine once more, devouring my moans like they were his sustenance.
His fingers move so fast I can barely register them. All I can register is my body surrendering as it builds up to that high once again. I feel it building and building inside me too much for me to take. My fingers grip his sweatshirt, clinging to it for dear life just as another orgasm hits my system like a cataclysmic event. My body goes limp and lifeless while spasming out of control, my eyes rolling backwards as I feel my brain completely detach from my body. I can’t speak, I can’t move, I can’t even scream as the pleasure completely short circuits my system and all I can see is darkness.
I think I briefly blacked out because suddenly I’m aware of being nestled in Jartre’s arms as his velveteen lips pepper featherlight kisses across my chest.
“Welcome back,” I hear him say in amusement.
“Wh…” Is all that comes out of me. Jesus my throat sounds hoarse as fuck.
“You blacked out, but it was only for a minute,” he says, sounding proud of himself. I try to force my eyes open, but I feel my body becoming weightless and now feel myself laying on something very large and solid, yet surprisingly comfortable. “Don’t try to wake up if you’re not ready, I’ll hold you while you rest.”
Instinct tells me to nuzzle myself against his chest, but I can’t even fucking do that. He’s fucking broken me. Can you become a quadriplegic from too many orgasms or am I about to become a medical study? Gods should come with a fucking warning label warning future sexual partners that they come with deadly fucking orgasms and oral skills.
“Permission to read your mind since you seem to find it hard to speak right now?” he asks, and I can hear him trying not to laugh. Well, how the fuck can I give him permission if I can barely find the will to speak, dumbass? “Wiggle your toe if the answer is yes,” he says, making me wonder if he’s already reading my mind.
I manage to wiggle my big toe feeling like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, but that aside, if he can read my mind then I only have one thing to say.
“You suck.”
I feel his chest shaking beneath me making my body shake with it, “Yes, I did. Quite well I like to think,” he teases.
“Were you trying to fucking kill me?”
This seems to give him pause. “Are you angry with me?” he asks nervously.
Am I angry? Well, I’m angry that my stupid fragile body feels like it got hit by a Mac Truck, but aside from that, no. It was intense, no doubt about that. I thought what he did in the club was intense, but fucking hell. He just gave me rapid multiples and knocked me the fuck out with just his mouth and fingers. What the fuck is his cock capable of?
“No, I’m not angry. Stunned and a bit fried, but I’m not angry. It was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt, but I would have made it clear I wanted you to stop had I wanted you to.”
I feel his entire body relax beneath me and he places a gentle kiss on my forehead, “I’m glad, and for the record, you handled that exceptionally well for a human,” he praises, and I have to admit something about that makes me feel warm with pride.
“How did you know that wouldn’t kill me?”
“Stop bringing up you dying,” he growls in frustration, “I knew you’d be fine because you’re mine. You wouldn’t be mine if you couldn’t handle me. Besides, I toned it down for you,” he casually adds.
That seems to have zapped some life back into me as I quickly sit up and stare at the God beneath me in disbelief, “That was toned down?!” I shriek, coughing as the rasp of my voice irritates my throat.
He smirks a devilishly sexy smirk, reaching up and tucking my hair behind my ear, “Yes, I gave only what I believed you could take. I’m not prepared to take risks with your well-being.”
My face softens at the sincerity in his voice, “I can’t tell if I should fear your skills or be addicted to them,” I confess.
“My vote is for the latter.”
With a shake of my head, I lean forward placing a soft kiss on his lips that he returns with a soft moan that makes my toes tingle.
“I can’t get drunk on alcohol, but I can definitely get drunk on you,” he hums. I smile against his lips, prepared to say something witty when I hear a knock at the door.