Chapter 11 Chapter 6 (i)
Fae
"Jigo...” I whispered, reacting to what he said as my body lazed there on the couch.
“Hmmm...?” he hummed softly, his eyes attentive as his hands began to touch and explore me. He raised his body and I was pushed up until I was halfway lying on my back on the throw pillows, a foot down on the carpet, and it wasn’t just his hands but his body, his naked skin, that rubbed against mine when his torso slid between my thighs. I gasped and forgot what I was going to say as I felt his hard cock descend on my quivering pussy as he slid his body flushed against mine. It was a different kind of sensation. Hot. I never thought it would feel like this. I was all nervous, excited, and so... so curious.
He began to rub himself against me, and I lit up. After a few strokes, the friction got smoother. I thought it was because I was wet. There was a sensation there I could not place. He was teasing a spot that pleasured and pleased. And it was setting my body on fire.
“Ohhh... Jigo...!”
“I know... it feels good, doesn’t it?” His head swooped down to kiss my lips with a possessiveness that I couldn’t help but feel. I kissed him back, a serious business, as our bodies began to mold against each other. My hips lifted and my legs wrapped around his lower torso. I could feel his cock, incredibly hard, pressing on me. I gasped when I felt its head slide inside my ready wetness, then a little more, and a little more. Hot and hard. Alive.
I thought that was it. I did not expect it to be fast. But, okay, we’re doing it.
But he stopped, and his lips left mine and traveled down my neck, then down my breasts, and I gasped at the gentle bites and the tantalizing flicks of his wet tongue on my skin. Below, his cock slipped out.
I smiled. “Tease...”
Again, his soft, sexy laughter.
His hand found one soft breast, his mouth the other one. I watched, excited over his playfulness and thoroughly stimulated, as his thumb flicked against the hardened nipple. He sucked on the other. There was something hypnotic… mesmerizing about this view. I liked the covetousness in his hand as he filled it with my breast, the teasing as he replaced one nipple with the other, pulling the tiny bud into his eager mouth. The playfulness in his eyes as they rolled up and watched me watch him back. He blew on my left nipple before sucking it again, then he released it and played with it. And I gasped when he sucked it back in, stretching me inside his hot mouth.
His eyes continued to hold mine as he gently suckled… telling me to remain watching him. As if he enjoyed my aroused attention.
So erotic... his eyes promised me more was to come as he moved to my other breast again.
I closed my eyes… too much... and I moaned. My surroundings spun, this sensual moment heady and steaming. I had liked it so far. If drunken sex was like this, I could stay drunk as long as I could.
He wasn’t done exploring yet. I opened my eyes as he moved lower, not wanting to miss anything. I watched as he spread my thighs wider, his kisses becoming more fervent as he reached my right thigh. He maneuvered his body and showered kisses on the inside of that thigh, gentle bites, sucking on my skin, tasting me with his exploring tongue. Moans and gasps escaped me. I bit my lower lip as his head slowly approached my wetness, not sure of what I would do when he continued with what I suspected he was about to do.
I watched him, overwhelmed. God, Jigo... it was Jigo doing this to me. I bit harder, and I closed my eyes as his mouth finally reached the most intimate part of my body.
“Oh my god...”
I cried, breathless, when I finally felt his tongue lick me like he was licking ice cream on a cone. My eyes widened as the tip probed my womanhood. As he sought, my breath got caught in my throat. When he sucked on me like candy, I tried to muffle the sounds from my throat. My fingers gripped the sides of my hips until I frantically reached for his head, pulling at his hair, trying to control myself and failing as his mouth dipped and rubbed and nipped and sucked. I trembled—my whole body did—from the intense pleasure and weirdness of it all. His teeth nipped exactly to tickle and hurt on the edge of titillation. His tongue swirled, did things to me I couldn’t even describe. It was creating delicious havoc in my body.
“Oh, gha-ood... Jigo...!” I cried again, my voice hoarse and pleading for I didn’t know what exactly. I just knew he could give it to me. He groaned, too, and the vibration of his mouth against me intensified the pleasure. A tickling sensation thrilled me, and it was his tongue’s exploration of my entrance.
My mind was spinning. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was floating in a limbo of fire. There was the speed and force of the waves of heat starting to pulse, then crash into me. It started from my core and spread outward… opening me, filling me, shattering me... and it felt so good!
“Aahhhhh!” I moaned hard. My hands let go of him and grabbed the pillows under my head instead of pulling at his hair, not wanting to hurt him. His mouth left me, and I felt his hand, his fingers, slipping into my wet passage, doing it slowly and repeatedly, while I continued to tremble from the small tremors inside my body...
“Easy... easy... that’s it. Ride it, baby. Oh, you’re so beautiful...”
I didn’t even know I had reached a peak until I banked, then slowly subsided... weakened. He slid up my body and he caught me with a passionate kiss on my lips before I completely fell from where I had been thrown, back into his arms. He had gathered me to him and was carrying me somewhere again. I thought I heard him say I belonged to his bed. But I was out of my mind… I didn’t know what to say to him.
Slowly, I returned to the feeling of his body gliding against mine. We were on his bed… and it was a large bed. He kept on kissing me, as if he couldn’t stop. And it was rapidly bringing my awareness back. As far as I knew, we hadn’t… exactly… done it yet. My hips girated, involuntarily following the rhythm of his fingers as he continued to play with my pussy. And I realized he was spreading my juice outside the rim. I could barely think. That peak… those wonderful fingers were bringing me there again.