Chapter 62 Chapter 31 (ii)
FAE
“Ohhhh…” I moaned at the slow, delicious refilling of my soaked pleasure cavity. His girth was just perfect… he rubbed all the right places. My inner muscles contracted when he paused after burying himself so deep, and he moaned as he felt that. I was so deliciously bursting with his cock and I wished I could store the sensations in a bottle, seal it and keep it as it was. But then he began moving again, withdrawing and jamming all that thick, hard flesh in. And I forgot what I was thinking.
“This is so hot. Don’t you know how hot this is? Right now, you’re the most beautiful sight in this world, Fae…” he was saying. “Look at me… yes… like that. I love your eyes all roused up like that. I love when your cheeks seem to burst of your blushes. And those lips…” As if he couldn’t help it, he lowered his body so he could get his face near mine, folding my thighs on the hips. And I moaned as this position buried him deeper inside my velvet heat. “Those lips… I love it when they get bloated and red because of my kisses. God, you’re just so beautiful… and you’re mine. All mine.” He kissed me with all the sweetness and toughness of his desire. I kissed him back with all that I got. I felt so aroused I was about to turn to molten lava. He kissed me and kissed me as he resumed his slow pounding, his thrusts so slick and so warm and going warmer and I—
My lips on his and my thighs in that position and our bodies close and he pounded and I was cumming and oh god, it felt so glorious…
I came to and my thighs were back on the bed. The smell of sex and sweat were permeating the air—the smell of us. By the look on his face as his hands glided down my body, calming me down, I felt like we were just beginning.
“You’re so beautiful. It’s so hard to keep my eyes off you.”
“Jigo…” I laughed, a bit shy. “Don’t you know how sexy you are? I wouldn’t keep my eyes off you now. But…”
His eyes had zeroed in on my face. “Yes.”
“It used to be that I avoided looking at you because you might think I was attracted to you.”
“I couldn’t know that then, huh?”
“Not then. I didn’t know then, too. Ooohhh… yesss…!”
He had resumed moving, had lowered his head to catch a nipple and gently suckle. His eyes remained on my face as he slowly thrust. I could see he was going to milk me for as much as he could this night. I had no complaints. He took the nipple out. “And?” he insisted before resuming his suckling on my other nipple, his strong body undulating over mine, his cock about to bring me to another climax.
I could barely think. I was pacing my breathing as I took all the sensations in. “And now, you know… I love watching you.” I opened my eyes and smiled at his look on my face. “I love watching you anytime of the day, naked or clothed, doing anything and nothing. You’re beautiful whatever you do. I feel incredibly lucky you like me.”
He made a popping sound when he promptly let go of my nipple. “I don’t just like you.” It was a child-like protest that had me giggling.
“You don’t?”
“I want you. I need you. I love you.”
My lips were apart, as he’d mixed those declarations with a full thrust of his thick cock each time. “Oh Jigo…. those, too.”
“You want me, need me… love me?” And he did it again.
I was going crazy. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god, faster, please! Baby, please…!”
And he went faster, pistoning in and out of me until I was screaming, my body arched against his, his body wrapped around me, anchoring me even as he weighed me down.
“…I love you\-I love you\-I love you\-I love you—“ was what I was repeating over and over when I floated back down. His mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss. And that was all the answer I needed. As soon as he withdrew, I raised myself from the bed and turned to my fours. He positioned himself behind me.
“Fae, baby,” he called to me, his right hand reaching for and clutching a breast as if in comfort, and I knew he missed seeing my face in this position. His other hand slid between my thighs to gently work my already sensitive clit, scooping with a finger my own juice to use as lube. I moaned, hanging my head as the sensations from his expert fingers warmed my body from inside out. He entered me slowly, stretching me again, filling me full. I grunted softly in satisfaction as I felt his tip hit the roof of my womb, and groaned as he ground himself against my butt cheeks while his fingers slid against and massaged my bloated clit and its surrounding.
“Ah… hah…hah… Jigo…!” I cried.
He withdrew and slammed back in. I was so soaked that it happened without a hitch—he thrusted beautifully. And then he was slamming himself to me, his hands supporting my hips now, and I felt everything…
“Jigo! Jigo..! Jigo-oh-my-god…!”
“Yes, yes, yes… fucking sweet! Oh my babe… you’re so fucking sweet..”
I felt him start to swell. He did about three more full and rough thrusts but I was already vibrating around him, and I was screaming my release. His guttural noise as he let go came with the hot spill I felt inside my womb. And I held my position as we both quaked against each other, basking in the powerful moment until we both could collapse into a quivering, laughing heap on the bed.