Chapter 58 Keep Your Eyes On Me
It is like I can feel the groan shoot down his entire body as he pulls my mouth back to his, flipping the two of us over and grinding down on me. He has one hand on the bed next to my head, propping himself up, the other fumbling among the toys to grab what he needs first.
He picks up the gag, then throws it back down, making me whimper.
“Patience, Doll. I want to hear you for a little bit longer.” He winks, before grabbing what he actually needs. The lube. “We’re going to need to prepare you first.”
“I’ve done it before.” I say, ignoring the flash of anger in his eyes at my words. “I don’t need–”
“You will for me.” He growls, smashing his mouth to mine in a kiss that says nothing but ‘You’re mine’.
I willingly take it, letting him claim me as much as he needs before he starts trailing his mouth down my body, and starts coating his fingers with the lube. Using his clean hand, he pushes on my thigh, making me spread them more for him, and he wastes no time in running his tongue over my clit.
Eating me out is easily my second favourite thing that David does in bed.
He is just so skilled, and eager. He is never quick about it, never makes me feel like he sees it as a chore. He genuinely loves delving his tongue in me, around me, sucking my clit, watching my back arch off the bed, listening to my beautiful noises.
This time though, he presses his lubed finger to my hole, and it takes everything to another level.
He slides in to the first knuckle, speeding up his tongue with every inch he pushes in, and I already feel like I am going to come just from this. He is pumping his finger in shallow strokes, each time he goes in, pushing a little more in until he’s filled me up. I’ve given him almost no resistance, and he is caught between being ridiculously turned on at that, and angry that he isn’t the first to do this to me.
Wordlessly, he continues to slide his tongue over my core as he slowly pushes a second finger in.
“Fuck!” I gasp, and he hums in response, sending the vibrations through my entire body.
He is faster in pushing the second finger in, and before I know it, he is starting to fuck me slowly, his tongue flicking over my clit fast and hard. My hand goes to his hair, grabbing the short tufts, half holding him in place.
He’s used enough lube that there’d been no sting, just pure bliss, but when I plead for more, for a third finger, that's when I feel it.
It is like getting a new tattoo; a euphoric burn that spreads throughout your body, that you always forget about until you are having it done again, but now it is like I fucking need that feeling. I wonder why I have taken so long to suggest doing this with him.
Clearly he also knows what he is doing in this area, because he is expertly fucking me open with his fingers, not too harsh, but hard enough to get me 80 percent of the way to an orgasm. Part of me just wants him to slam into me, but I can definitely come from this alone, and after having been short-changed on the drive back, I am determined to get at least one like this.
“David, shit…” I pant, as he takes a second to look up at me. “I’m so close… please”
He smiles, then bites his bottom lip, his finger still pumping into me, but his mouth doesn’t go back to my clit.
Instead, he reaches out to the side with his free hand, grabbing the dildo, and moves back over me to kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes my whole body instinctively grind on his fingers, pushing him deeper.
When he pulls back, I grab the dildo from him, and spit on the tip before using my tongue to spread it all over the toy.
I know I don’t need much, because I am already so fucking wet, so when I shove the toy back into his hand, he doesn’t protest.
But he does want to tease me a bit more.
“You aren’t being very patient here, Doll.” He smirks, but moving the dildo down to where his fingers are still working, sliding it over my core, coating the toy in my wetness, and teasing me by only slightly pushing the tip in.
I just groan in response, rolling my hips to try and get more of it inside me.
How he keeps fucking my ass in the same rhythm while I am writhing beneath him is beyond me, but I am grateful because it is keeping my body heightened, right on the edge of the orgasm, and I know as soon as he pushes the toy in, it will be seconds before I can finally have the release I’ve been chasing for the last hour.
Whimpering when he refuses to give me what I want, he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Is this what you want?” He asks, in a stupidly smug voice, rubbing the toy against me, completely ignoring my body chasing it.
He only waits a few more seconds before finally pushing the toy inside me.
I practically fly off the bed, arching my back so much that I think I’ll snap in two, my moan loud and unapologetic as he pushes it all the way in, and immediately turns the vibrations on.
Grabbing his forearms for support, I shudder, unable to get a full breath as my orgasm finally crashes through me. He coaxes me through it, his fingers fucking me faster now, and even pressing against the toy so that it somehow feels deeper as I completely surrender to the euphoric feeling.
The high starts to subside after what feels like hours, but it doesn’t completely go away as the toy and his fingers keep the intensity up. I can only take a real breath when he pulls his fingers out of me, the oxygen flooding to my brain instantly.
Except now I feel somehow empty, and I am sure it shows on my sweat covered face, as I suddenly feel David’s knees on the back of my thighs.
It is a chore to lift my head off the bed, to open my eyes, but once I see he is slicking up his cock with lube and lifting my hips to the right angle, the excitement comes flooding back again.
Once he’s guided me to the right place, he leans back over me and kisses me, softer than all the other kisses we’ve shared tonight, but it is entirely just what I need in that moment.
“Keep your eyes on me, Doll.” He whispers, an order I fail in the next two seconds exactly as he pushes the head of his cock in, slipping past the tight ring almost effortlessly.
I screw my eyes shut, rolling my head back as the waning afterglow twists into almost coming again.
He lets go of his cock, grabbing my jaw instead, and pulls my head back to him.
“I said keep your eyes fucking open.” He growls, and I force myself to look back at him.
The flush on his cheeks tells me that he is struggling just as much as I am in that moment, the shallow thrusts of his hips inching his cock into me. But each time he fucks into me, it feels like the vibrations of the dildo are getting stronger, and it is quickly approaching the line of being too overwhelming.
The line is destroyed when he finally reaches the hilt, his cock fully inside me, his hips flush with mine, his body pushing the dildo in further. The scream is ripped from my throat when he pulls back, and slams back into me, making it happen again, and again, and again.
His hand is still holding my face towards his, but he’s given up on making me keep my eyes open as they roll to the back of my head.
The only strength I have left in my body is in the hand that is wrapped around David’s forearm, keeping me in place as his thrusts make my body bounce from the impact.
“Fuck Nora…” He breathes as he fucks me. “You’re so fucking tight...”
I can only moan in response, my body probably now resembling mush, but it doesn’t stop him. In fact, it only seems to spur him on more.
“You’re fucking perfect, fucking made for me..” He says in between his own moans, in between his thrusts, in between feeling the vibrations of the dildo every time he fills me up. He tries to kiss me at one point, but my body is moving too much from how hard he is fucking me that it is too messy to keep our mouths attached.
He notices when the pitch of my moans changes instantly.
“Baby… are you… close?” He pants, and I nod slightly.
He lets go of my jaw, and moves his now free hand down to where our bodies join, keeping his other hand on the bed. Pushing the dildo in just a little bit more, relishing in how I whimper in response, he then finds my clit, running his fingers in fast circles around the nerves and watching for the second time how I arch off the bed, and cry out his name as I come hard.
Wave after wave after wave of pleasure wash through me as I scream into his shoulder.
My body shudders as the euphoria dissipates, his fingers coming off my clit and his hips stilling so that he can lean over and kiss me properly.
I numbly return it, feeling like every single one of my veins is throbbing, and when I finally start to get my senses back, when my head stops feeling so fuzzy, a phone rings.
“Shit..” He groans, pulling back from me, and looking behind him. I have to blink a couple of times to realise that he is picking his trousers up from the floor and pulling his phone out of the pocket while he is still fully inside me.
Surely he isn’t planning to–
“Hello?” He says, answering the phone.