Chapter 17 Chapter 9 (i)
Fae
I drew my breath at the assault of pain to my heart. I felt him tense, and it was so small that I could tell myself I could be mistaken.
But he took both my hands in both of his and raised them over my head until I was arching my breasts to him. He was tall enough that his mouth reached the tips effortlessly, and I was moaning, and he was moaning, his lower torso grinding against the sweet spot between my legs.
And I expected to feel soreness there, but how aggressively his mouth and hands were on my upper body was how gentle he was as he rubbed himself against me. He took a moment to take something from a drawer where the condom was at last night. And I thought it was going to be the same. But it was a tube. On his knees between my legs, he put a dollop of clear lube on his palm. And, his eyes on me, he lowered that hand between my thighs.
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by both the sensual look on his handsome face and the beginning strokes of his fingers to stimulate me further. It did not take long, honestly, as the lube helped his hand glide smoothly over the soreness, rubbing my clit and the folds of my pussy while dipping two fingers inside me, slathering me with the lube. He ran his mouth down the side of my throat, small, possessive kisses that took their own sweet time. I shivered. My breathing got faster and shallower. His body arched over mine, his mouth lazily suckling a nipple. Then he took his hand away and after a short moment, he lined his hard cock between my folds, rubbing to test me, before slowly pushing to fill me inside me.
“Jigo…” I called, my breaths rushing in and out of my mouth.
He raised his head from my bosom and he looked at me, his eyes droopy, his hair a mess over his head. “Does it hurt?”
I shook my head. But I winced. “Not so much,” I quickly explained. “Just a bit uncomfortable.”
“I’ll be careful,” he promised, continuing the slow thrusts into me as our eyes held each other, his handsome face getting tenser, my body getting warmer. A whimper escaped me and he abruptly stopped. But I only raised my head to give him a kiss wherever my lips could land on him.
“No… faster. Please go faster,” I told him.
He smiled, but when he continued his thrusting movements, he remained slow and careful until he couldn’t control it anymore. I made my hips move against him, encouraging him further. I needed more. He groaned at one thrust that was solid and full. I held him tighter. He felt more precious to me than anything else at the moment
“Fae, you just don’t know how good you feel to me. You can’t know how good this feels to me.”
“If it feels like… the way you make me feel… ohh, Jigo… you feel really… really… good,” I replied, my voice rough for all the moaning I had been doing. And I groaned, harder, at his next, enthusiastic thrust. “Yes!” I cried, though it was also heavy and a bit painful. The pleasure was well worth it. Exquisite. Unimaginable. I whimpered when he again tried to pace himself, and I raised my hip from the bed. “Jigo.. please…!”
One hand slid under me to seize my ass, and then he was angling my pelvis to his as he got deeper. I squeezed him with my thighs and I heard him hiss. Then he seemed to lose control, and he started to furiously pump himself into me.
“Oh, yes! Yes, yes!” I cried, loving it when the sting of pain mingled with the feeling of satisfaction that filled me over as he slaked my need of him taking me hard and fast—now. I couldn’t even recognize the noises that slipped out of me as his hips pistoned between my thighs, punctuating every thrusts, telling him how much pleasure he was giving me. I came hard once… and then quickly enough a second time, and he continued to pump until I cried again. It was pleasure overlapping each other, nothing I had thought even possible.
And then, his body both quaked and seized, and with a loud moan, he pumping his seed inside the rubber, his cock milking the pleasure inside me until he was buried completely after that last, gratifying, slamming of our hips together.
“Oh god, oh god…” I heard him rumble deep in his throat as he cradled my body to his while his own body melted around me like the warm, sweaty cocoon that he was last night. We were both still trembling violently. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer, indescribable feeling of happiness, especially at the irony that I was supposedly feeling the opposite. That just yesterday, I wouldn’t even be able to imagine today was going to be like this.
Who would have thought?
After a moment, he raised his head and his eyes sought mine. I stared at his face, seeking something. I wanted to ask… Have you always known? Did you know it was going to be like this?
But in the next second, I felt silly even thinking it. How could he know? He never liked me the way I could have liked him if I wasn’t in love with Carl. That’s impossible.
“You okay?” he asked, concern back in his voice.
I laughed. It was shy and all that, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt so good.
Then he was kissing me, and I was kissing him back… and we were rolling in the bed and he was back to being playful.
“If I only knew it was going to be like this, I would have hooked up with you a very long time ago.”
“Like how long ago?”
“Like when you were still on your pigtails.”
I laughed, hard, his breath and his body slick against mine tickling me a little and making me tactless. “Jigo… you don’t even know me then!”
He was shaking his head. “I knew you… I knew you before you even set your eyes on me, baby. Believe me.”
I stared at him in wonder. “Oh, I did. But you were just so quiet I never would have thought…”
We both got quiet because we didn’t want any more of the past—and Carl— disrupting the moment. Though we both were thinking him.
He smiled, his smile gentle and back to playful, then he nipped at my lips, and kissed me as I start to giggle again.
He was laughing a little, as happy as, I believed, I was.
And I told myself to stop thinking. I told myself to stop thinking and just enjoy this because it would not happen to me again after today.