Chapter 45 Are You Sure?
Licking my lips, biting the bottom one hard, I finally sober up enough to form a coherent thought.
And make a coherent move.
Sliding my hands to his shoulders, I use as much strength as I can to push, rolling him over to the side, throwing my leg over his hips and sitting up. My legs feel numb and my core aches as I press down against him, making me automatically shiver. He smirks as I look down at him, my body still tingling, my fingertips skimming over his chest. I swallow.
“I want…” I start, as he settles his hands over my hips, my eye catching the wet glisten on his lips as his tongue sweeps across it. I feel a surge of confidence spread through my chest. “I want these clothes off.”
"Are you sure?" He asks, a slight smile on his lips, but my eyes narrowing warns him not to keep playing games.
He sits himself up, his face close to mine, so close that I think he will kiss me. But he doesn't. He just moves his gaze over my face, taking in every minute detail. The sparse freckles behind my warm cheeks, the part of my lips as I breathe slowly, my pupils wide as I watch him, waiting.
He undoes his shirt buttons, carrying on from where I left off, both of our eyes glued to each other while he tugs it off. Then his hands go to his belt, brushing against my sensitive clit, making my breath hitch audibly.
The corner of his mouth twitches, wanting to smirk at my response, but instead he keeps working at the task of unclipping his belt, then the button of his trousers. The entire time, his knuckles graze me, purposefully, deliberately, until eventually, I can't take the teasing anymore. Grabbing his face, I pull his mouth to mine, the rough, messy kiss filling up each of our senses, overwhelming my already foggy brain.
One arm around my waist, he lifts me slightly, continuing the kiss which is getting filthier by the second, as I faintly hear the rustle of material of him kicking off the rest of his clothes.
His trousers thump dully to the floor, and the sound, the knowledge that we are both now completely undressed, makes the air change instantly.
I suddenly feel boiling hot, my skin prickling all over as his tongue claims my mouth, before he is moving to my neck. He licks his way down, before choosing a spot right over my vein and sucking harshly. My fingers tighten in his hair, where they'd ended up, and I moan into the air, his hands somewhere on my waist and my back, only knowing that fact from the sharp sting I feel as his fingers dig into my skin.
It is untamed, unrestrained, unrefined. Both of us fuelled by our arousal, eager for more as quickly as we can take it. He is moving with uncontrolled rushed hands, his brain battling with itself between taking the time to worship me, slowly, properly, and just needing to feel me wrapped around him.
When his hand slides around my hips and down my stomach, I have a sudden thought.
"David.." I breathe. "Is… we're not going to be interrupted, right?"
"No." He snaps, more at the fact that I am thinking of something other than him at that moment. He tries to rectify it by trailing his fingers over my core.
"But… what if there's… what if someone calls yo–"
"They won’t." He states, pulling his mouth away from my shoulder to look up at me. "Tonight is just us, darling."
Darling is a nickname I notice he barely uses for me, but in the very few times he has, I realise that I very much enjoy it. In that moment, I realise he only uses that name when he is being sweet. Caring. A distinct difference from the situations he would use 'Doll' in.
I love both.
Leaning down, I kiss him again, but this one isn't as messy, isn't as rushed. I reach down, grabbing the wrist of the hand he has between our bodies, tugging it away, replacing it with mine wrapping around his cock.
He groans into my mouth, making my stomach clench delightfully, both of our breaths getting shallower as I slowly stroke him a few times, before shifting up onto my knees a little.
I've barely done anything up until this point, hardly any foreplay, any teasing, but I am so amped up, so heightened, sensitive and ready that I don't care. And I get the sense that he doesn't care either.
I move cautiously, lining him up so that he can feel my core, my wetness on the tip of his cock. So that he has a second in case he is about to throw me off, say he changes his mind.
The only thing he does is move his hands to my hips, holding me tight, and slowly pull me down to him.
The kiss stops instantly, both of us letting out low moans as he slides in, inch by inch, my hands going to his shoulders as I allow the feeling to swallow me whole.
He is rock hard, big, filling me up perfectly in a way that is slightly too much, but beautifully snug.
It is fucking euphoric.
He recovers quicker than I do, using the hold he already has on my hips to guide me, move me back and forth, slowly, grinding into him, his cock starting to slide in and out, setting my nerves alight.
When I finally catch up, rolling my hips in time with him, his lips latch onto my neck, more teeth than tongue, the two of us grinding together as I feel more moans, gasps, whimpers filling the room, not even sure who is making which noise anymore. It is morphing into a glorious melody of sounds, a sinful harmony of sensations spreading through my body.
It has been a while since I enjoyed just sex, but I am definitely enjoying this.
His fingernails marking my hips as he moves me faster.
The curses falling from my lips, the groans from his.
Hands sliding over bare, sweaty skin as we both chase the impending high.
I squeal in surprise when he suddenly throws me to the side, rolling over me and pushing his cock back inside, all within the same second. My body arching off the bed as my eyes roll back, his thrusts deep, purposeful, igniting something carnal within me that makes me cry out for more.
One of his hands finds mine, taking it from his shoulder and pinning it back to the bed, his fingers interlinking with mine before he holds tight. His other hand is on the sheets beside my head, grabbing the material in a fist, continuing to fuck into me in a steady pace that is making my head spin.
David has usually been more vocal during our sessions, whenever we've done anything up until this point. Making comments, orders, compliments, teasing statements that he knows will rile me up more.
Now though, it is like words are irrelevant, emphasised by the way he crashes his lips to mine, licking his way into my mouth with an untamed eagerness that seems to say everything anyway.
And the way I react to him tells him everything he needs to know as well.
The kiss fades, our lips separating, his forehead resting against mine as his hips push into mine over and over. I open my eyes, which proves a struggle in itself as my body just wants to melt underneath him, finding him already looking down at me. I can see the sweat on his chest, his lips shuddered as he breathes heavily, his teeth clenching together as he keeps fucking me. Moving my free hand to his jaw, I bring his mouth back to mine, kissing him deep, feeling him start to speed up, the bed starting to creak against the wall with the movement.
He kisses messily down my neck, both of our breaths getting louder and louder with each thrust, turning into moans into the air, bites on my skin as he presses his mouth against my collarbone.
His fingers untangle from mine, his hand moving now to my waist, grabbing me in a harsh hold, one of my hands moving to his hair while the other reaches behind me to grab the headboard.
His other hand grabs my leg suddenly, curling behind my knee, bringing it up to his hip, speeding up and starting to slam into me. I gasp, before moaning loudly, throwing my head back onto the pillows, starting to feel the tension, the pull, deep in my abdomen as his cock pounds in and out of me.
My other leg wraps around him as I feel my walls pulse, squeezing around him, making his rhythm falter for a second.
His hand leaves my knee, mirroring mine on the headboard, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens, his thrusts getting harder, faster. His moans are half muffled by my skin, while mine echo loudly around the room, encapsulating the two of us in our own perfect little bubble.
I barely feel my climax coming before it bursts through my body, making me feel like I am in freefall, my limbs simultaneously tingling and tensing. All I can do is scream his name, over and over as though it is the only, singular thing that my brain can comprehend as my blood rushes through my veins like an electric current.
His teeth sink into my neck as he crashes through his own orgasm, spilling into me as he moans my name loudly, his hips grinding against me slowly as he comes down from his own high.
As the feeling starts to come back in my toes, in my fingers, his lips come back to mine. This kiss is slow, passionate. His hands come to my jaw, cupping my face gently as he brings me back to reality with every lick of his tongue.
One hand slides down to my waist, wrapping tightly around me and rolling onto his back, his cock slipping out of me with the movement as I land on top of him, losing ourselves in the deepening kiss.
The entire night stretches before me, as, just for the moment, neither of us are thinking about the chaos outside these four walls.