Chapter 125 In love?
I had my third orgasm that way, all in the space of a quarter-hour.
I ground down on him, stimulating my clit against his pelvis, rocking my hips the way he showed me to. Slow at first, shy, and then more lustily, faster as his face became less and less neutral.
And then he was gritting and cursing, moving his hands up to fondle my breasts, caress my abdomen, and trace downward to stroke, massage, and pinch my clit till I broke apart above him, collapsing against his chest.
But as I had come to learn, Mordaine did nothing in moderation.
When he chose orgasm denials, he went the whole nine yards to show my body hell. Now he decided I had earned my orgasms, he was apparently intent on leaving me wrecked.
He flipped our bodies, stretching my back out on the bed and straddling me. His dick was inside me the whole time, wrapped in my vaginal walls, still twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He grabbed both my wrists, pinned them above my head, and started to rut into me. He moved his hips with the same force he seemed to have blasted me out of that lake with.
Our legs were twinned, his calves pinning mine to the bed, so I was completely restrained as he fucked me into the headboard.
“Is that what Hale was talking about?” He groaned, pausing suddenly.
My jaw was hanging, my lips slack, but my mouth had lost the ability to produce anything besides air.
“You do kegels while fucking?” He turned my body to lay on my side, banded my legs together and raised them to his chest.
“It’s reflex…” I groaned, my back arching as he thrust into me.
In this angle, his girth bordered on real pain. It was difficult enough to take him with my legs spread open, but clamped together like this and on my side… “Fuck.”
He was hitting the roof of my vagina now, grinding into that sensitive cluster of bubbles, over and over as all the nerve endings lit up like firecrackers.
“Relfex…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Gods. I love reflex.” He cursed, sweating. “Pet, you’re squeezing me.”
His eyes burned bright and his jaw started to work. And at that moment, he reached down and touched my butthole.
“Uhh.”
He stuck to the surface, slowly massaging the clenched flesh like he would my clit, all the while still hugging my legs to his chest.
I was squeezing the sheets in a fist, groaning and moaning into the pillow as pleasure, mind-numbing pleasure, took control of my body.
“Gods, I…”
I did not hear the rest of his words because he stuck a finger in my asshole, barely one inch deep, but it was enough to send me toppling over the edge.
My body wrung itself inside out. Hot light burned up behind my eyes and my entire body vibrated so much I feared I may not be able to walk the entire day.
He was still moving inside me, urgent thrusts that stretched out my climax into a long string of multiple orgasms till I thought I would die.
And then he was filling me up, hot surges of ejaculate till the warmth started to snake down between my thighs. Even then, he did not stop, fucking me with the warm wetness of his body, cranking up the pleasure to an all-time high, making my nerves sing and my body curl into a ball because it had nothing more to give in exchange for this blinding pleasure.
And then he stilled.
We remained like that for a couple of seconds, listening to the heaviness of each other’s breath, unable to move.
I could not even open my eyes.
And then the bed moved behind me as he collapsed, still panting. A large arm curled around my midsection.
He pulled me up, and deposited me on top of his chest, stroking and cooing in my ear. His praises were as piercing as his degradation and dirty talking earlier, making my cheeks burn and birthing butterflies in my belly.
He kissed my hair till his breath began to even out, and then he turned my face and took my lips.
He tasted like him, a dragon, fire and metallic blood and lilies and the sweet floral scent I recognized as mine. He tasted like me.
I moved my hand to stroke his hair, eager to enjoy every last second of the privilege before my window of opportunity closed. He groaned into my lips to the feeling of my fingers in his hair, and pushed his tongue deeper in my mouth.
He sucked on my lips, hard, sliding his tongue against mine. And soon, sliding turned into thrusting, fucking my mouth with his tongue till my walls started to squeeze and my sore clit pulsed.
Then he split my legs open above him. My hips were making tiny shameless movements at this point, grinding my clit against the hardness of his abs as we kissed.
He took me, holding me in that split position the whole time he thrust into me from under.
Minutes later, we were stumbling around in a hurry to get ready for the airport, running late by almost half an hour. A quick bath, cereals for breakfast, and we were out the door.
“Hale would be disgusted,” Mordaine commented, pushing our suitcases in front of him. “He’s too type A for this.”
He shot me a backward glance where I walked behind him. I smiled. “I’d say you are type A if you have had your bag packed for days now.”
“Thank you, little wife. I run on compliments.” He pulled the front door open for me.
I stepped onto the porch, aware of his eyes on me, taking in the white-colored worsted cotton shorts, neatly belted around an autumn brown armless bodysuit.
Warmth draped over my shoulders then, and I reached up to find a coat around me.
“You’re not dressed for the weather, doll.”
“Sorry. I assumed I would not be out in the open for too long.” I pulled his coat tighter around me, a knee-length jacket that matched the color of my shirt with an exactness that seemed suspicious.
His response to my apology was a sideways glance, a reminder of how much he hated me apologizing.
He stuffed both our suitcases into the trunk, and walked around to pull my door open before I could touch it.
“Thank you.” A blush spread across my cheeks as I remembered the first time he did this, opened my door after driving me back from Clove coven.
In the car, he leaned in to fix my seatbelt himself. “You miss him?”
“What?”