Chapter 44 Such A Good Girl
The next few minutes feel like a chaotic blur, sounds slipping through my lips and filling the empty room as we kiss, bodies arching and rocking against each other in eagerness as he presses me down onto the bed.
His hand slides down to my thigh, his fingers wrapping around me and digging in possessively as he pulls my leg up to his hips. Mirroring his action on the other side, I lose myself in the taste of his tongue while his hands continue moving up, catching the bottom of my top and starting to push it over my stomach.
He trails his lips down my jaw, down my neck, taking his time to lick, bite, then suck my skin like he is trying to claim every inch of my body. The different sensations are swirling down my spine as I just breathe through the movements, my eyelids fluttering closed. I feel him on my collarbone, on my chest, just above the neck of my T-shirt, then his mouth is by my belly button, his tongue tracing a circle around it, before a soft kiss is placed by my hip bone.
I shudder as my back arches, pushing my body further into his mouth, a loud exhale falling from my lips as his hands push my T-shirt to just below my breasts.
Scared to say something, to break the thick silence, I wait in anticipation, his kisses moving up my body, over my ribs, but I am hoping, wishing for more. Desperate for something to happen, I put my hands in his hair, raking my fingers through the strands, tugging on them slightly, hoping he will get the message to hurry the fuck up. Wanting to race to the end before he changes his mind.
He smiles against my skin, but he does not move any faster.
He knows exactly what he is doing to me.
What he does do, is move one hand back to my thigh, and slowly move it up, gliding over my skin, until he can grip the flesh of my ass. My hips rock up into his touch reflexively, causing a growl to emanate from David.
Putting his other hand on the bed beside my hip, he finally pulls his lips away to look up at me. Feeling the break in his actions, I open my eyes and look down.
He starts moving up my body, my belly button, my stomach, his eyes never leaving mine as he skips over my T-shirt, until his face is level with me. His nose brushes against mine, as my mouth shudders open. Without saying anything, he slips one arm around my waist, then rolls us both over.
Once on his back, he runs both hands up my waist, up my back, like he needs to touch every inch of me. One hand disappears in my hair, grasping it in his fist, and he gently tugs my head back a little.
“David..” I whine, disliking the space between us.
He responds by placing soft, light kisses in a trail down my jaw, to my neck, before moving back up to my ear.
“I want you to take these clothes off.” He says, his voice a whisper, but his words stern, and commanding.
The arousal spears through me, and I rush to put my hands on his chest and push myself up, his hand falling from my hair.
Putting one hand beside him, he shifts back so that he can lean against my headboard, but he quickly puts his hands back on my hips. I can see the lust in his eyes, his pupils wide as his gaze runs over me, before pausing at where my hands are now gripping the bottom of my T-shirt.
Quickly pulling it over my head, I expect a rush of cold air, but the room, my skin, where he is touching me, it all feels so hot, thick, tense. I don’t make any other movements, just breathing deeply as I watch him watch me.
“Such a good girl.” He says, his fingers tightening on my hips, making me instinctively arch into his touch.
He drags his hands up the sides of my body, sitting up to leave a soft kiss to my collarbone, his eyes still on mine as he moves down to my chest, the swell of my breast. His hand comes to join, cupping my chest as his mouth covers my nipple.
The wetness of his tongue, the scratch of the stubble on his jaw, the smoothness of his palm, it is all culminating together and crashing over me like a tidal wave of electricity. I roll my hips, pushing my body closer to him, a hand running through his hair as I hold his mouth to my chest.
Heavy breaths tumble from my lips as he kisses, licks and sucks his way across my chest, small bruises erupting on my skin from his mouth as he marks me everywhere he can reach. Teeth capturing my nipple gently, he tilts his head up to look at me.
He releases my nipple, the light sting rippling through my veins just as fast as my heart is thumping. His hands make their way round to my back, fingers splaying over my skin while I pull his mouth to mine, his touch leaving a searing trail over my body.
Anchoring me to him, he moves slowly, turning to the side and gently placing me down onto the bed, slipping his tongue over mine. It is gentle, caring. Loving.
I feel his body pressing me down, his hands starting to run over every inch of skin he can touch, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer.
I have been thinking about this for too long now. I need him closer. I need him to be more naked.
Scrambling for his shirt buttons, I rip the first open, then the second, the third, needing to put my hands on him, raking my fingernails down his chest as he groans into my mouth. I feel his hips push against me, feeling a rock hard bulge press straight into my core. I rush to undo the rest of the buttons, until his hands suddenly grab mine and pin them back onto the bed.
“This isn’t exactly how I planned it, Nora,” He breathes as he pulls back from the kiss the tiniest bit. “But we are still going to do it right. That means no rushing.”
“But I–”
“But nothing.” He growls, his hands tightening around my wrists. “You are going to be patient, aren’t you Doll?”
After a couple of seconds of silence, I nod, making him smile. He crashes his mouth to mine once again, his hands sliding off of my wrists and grabbing my waist, my hips, my thighs, anything that he can touch. My hands move to his neck, running back through his hair as our tongues become tangled in a seamless dance, our breaths mingling together in a hot mess.
Then he starts trailing his lips down my body again, sliding his tongue over my skin while he moves, over my chest, the dip of my sternum, my stomach. He looks up, his chin scratching the sensitive skin by my hip, as he starts to pull my pyjama shorts down, achingly slowly, watching me breathe heavily as I stare back at him.
Wordlessly, he keeps moving down, the air rushing in waves over my core as my pyjamas disappear, alternating between the cold breeze of the room, and his hot breath as he begins placing butterfly kisses around the top of my thigh.
I screw my eyes shut, head thrown back, teeth clenched shut as I try my hardest not to shout the thoughts in my head.
The thoughts that want to say fuck being slow, fuck being patient.
That every second he wastes trying to do this right, is another second he could change his mind, and I don’t want to give him that chance.
But I know that David Reid isn’t one to change his mind very often. If he says this is happening, it will happen. So all I can do is breathe silently into the air, trying to stay as still as possible until he finally gives me what I want.
But when he flattens his tongue over my core, licking a long strip up, I forget about my frustration. Arching into him, then rocking my hips against his mouth, I let out a loud gasp as he covers me with his mouth, starting to suck my already sensitive clit, the tip of his tongue flickering over it simultaneously.
His arms slide around each of my thighs, and I vaguely feel his biceps and his forearms tense. He clamps down over my sex, his mouth, his tongue moving faster, harsher, quickly building up the burning ball of arousal deep in my abdomen.
“Fuck…” I whine, my hands fisting the sheets beside me. He keeps up his ministrations, sending bolts of electricity through my veins. It doesn’t take long until I am writhing on the bed, grinding against his mouth, that burning coil snapping, exploding inside me and rippling through every single vein.
I tense, arch off the bed, and moan his name loudly, my orgasm rushing through in harsh, sudden waves.
My head starts swimming with endorphins, flushing hot as I start to relax, as he hums against me, before pulling his head away and starting to kiss back up my body.
“I stand by what I said the other day.” He whispers, his lips grazing my skin while he moves. “You are a fucking masterpiece Nora.”
I shudder under the intensity of his gaze, of his words, sweat shining over my body. He looks up, his eyes dark, hungry, as he slowly climbs back over me.
“Tell me what you want.” He orders, once his eyes are level with mine.
I feel my chest press against his with every breath I take, as my brain tries to rake through the blissful fog to answer his question.
“I…” I breathe in response, the task proving harder as his hand slides between us and presses against my sensitive core. Gasping loudly, he just stares down at me.
“I said... tell me what you want.”