Page 32 of More Than a Match

The kiss is soft, warm, deep, like a blanket of comfort and safety. His arms curl around me tightly and I whimper into his mouth. He finally breaks the kiss, looking down at me.

“I don’t want to push you too far, you’re still healing,” he murmurs, running his hands across my back.

“I feel fine,” I murmur back, desperate to return to the hazy bliss of our make-out session. I’m on fire inside as lust and love collide, and I want nothing more than for him to take me right here, right now.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop, but please… Fuck me now.”

“Let’s get more comfortable,” he suggests, swooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom. He gently lays me on the bed and climbs over me, resting on his forearms, his body barely grazing mine. He kisses me again and I thrust my hips upward, desperate for more contact.

“No, princess. We’re going to take our time with this. I’m not just going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you.”

My knees tremble and I feel myself growing hotter in that damp space between my thighs. I want him… no, Ineedhim to ravage me. I need to feel every inch of his body and feel him on every inch of my own. I need to moan and writhe and sweat and cry out his name. I need to forget my own name for a moment.

I reach up and try to pull him down on top of me, but he’s too strong, and he’s got all the leverage. He just chuckles down at me.

“Like I said, we’re doing this a little differently.”

I whimper but submit, knowing that eventually, I’ll feel the exquisite thickness of his cock burrowed deep inside me.

“Fine.”

His caress is soft and slow. His lips barely touch my skin as he sprinkles the tiniest kisses across my collarbone. Inch by inch he moves downward, teasing and touching oh-so-lightly all the way.

I moan and wriggle beneath his touch, mentally urging him downward toward my already-tingling cunt. He doesn’t take the bait, continuing his snail pace down my eager body. I grit my teeth in frustration as his lips and hands send sparks of electricity through every nerve ending. It feels good, but it’s not what I want most.

After what seems like an eternity, he arrives between my legs. He licks and kisses slowly, moving from one thigh crease to the other, driving me wild. His kisses move across my pubic mound, and I grind my hips upward again, desperate for his mouth to move just an inch lower. In response he flicks his tongue just above the hood of my clit, missing it by millimeters. He does it again and again, and I whimper uncontrollably.

He moves again, this time lower on my thighs, now feeling oh so far away from where I want him to be. I practically growl in frustration, gritting my teeth. I start to move my hand to rub my clit myself, but it’s like he can read my mind. He pauses his tender exploration of my body and grabs both my wrists, holding them in a vice grip.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No,” I struggle against his grasp. “But if you won’t do it, I’ll just do it myself.”

“Think again,” he chuckles, pinning my hands to my sides. “You’ll get your release when I say you get it.”

“That’s not fair,” I whine.

“Tough,” he counters, unmoving. “This isn’t about fair.”

He resumes his slow journey over my body, still holding my hands at my sides. When his kisses reach my knees, I realize that he’s either going to have to move back up or release my hands from his grasp. At this point, if he does let go, I’m confident I can get myself off in the few seconds I’ll have to furiously rub at my clit before he pins me down again. The tension is just too great, and I can feel that I’m on a tipping point without even being touched there.

As I contemplate this, he takes one long lick from my left knee right back up to my hip, then in a quick motion, places his mouth over my aching, drooling pussy. His tongue delves deep once, twice, then flicks lightly over my throbbing love button. My whole body goes rigid and then trembles uncontrollably as I orgasm hard, finally getting the touch I so crave.

I feel my muscles contract and then relax as I squirt, and he’s prepared. He doesn’t move his mouth, trapping the liquid and swallowing it as it pours out of me like a broken fire hydrant. As my body slowly stops trembling, he looks up, his chin slick and dripping, and chuckles.

“All better?”

I can only whimper in response, my body both sated and aching for more. He may have put out the immediate fire between my legs, but I still need to feel him deep inside.

He releases my hands, and I can feel him adjusting down at the edge of the bed. He’s undressing, I realize. He crawls slowly back up my body, and I can feel his cock brushing against my thighs, hot and smooth.

He resumes his earlier position above me, resting on his forearms over me, his body barely touching my own, though this time, his throbbing erection bobs lightly against my pelvis. I grind upward, savoring every fleeting touch.

He rocks back slightly, then in one swift motion, impales me on his cock.He didn’t even have to use his hands, I realize.

He pistons his hips slowly, deliberately, making long, deep strokes that fill me up then leave me empty. I move my hips in a circular motion, conscious of the way my vaginal walls are rippling as he moves inside me.

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