Page 69 of Whiskey Shivers

Corliss…

I pushed him to the back of my throat and swallowed when he came, he looked down at me, completely undone and I could tell he was pleased, but also… not, but at the same time that it was okay. How could I tell all of this? By the hard look in his eyes offset by this sexy as hell smirk that almost undidmejust by the look of it.

I backed off and wiped my lips and he reached down a hand to help me to my feet. I got up, and he turned me and with a hand to my chest shoved me giggling and half shrieking with laughter onto the bed. Diving over the top of me and pressing me into the mattress.

“You’re just going to have to suffer my wrath for making me come so quick,” he growled, and I giggled.

“And what does that look like?” I asked playfully.

He kissed me soundly, and I loved that he didn’t care or make a big deal about my just having his dick in my mouth. He worked his way down my body, making me gasp as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, pinching and rolling the other between forefinger and thumb, rolling it between them to a wonderful and tantalizing effect. Sensation blooming in my chest and washing down through my body and almost feeling like it made contact with what was going on down below.

The look in his eyes as he watched me heated my blood that much more as I lay back and with a pleasured smile touching my lips told him, “Do your worst!”

He popped my nipple from his mouth and with a rakish grin that I knew was on his lips despite my closed eyes, he said, “Challenge accepted, darlin’.” God, the way his smile touched his voice… it was a turn on in and of itself.

His lips against my stomach, taking his time to work his way down my body had me practically writhing under him with anticipation. I couldn’t help my sudden gasp as he kissed my pussy lips, gently teasing them apart with his tongue, making this sound like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He sucked my clit into his mouth to gently capture it with his teeth, pleasing it with the tip of his tongue in that way that had me losing my goddamnedmindless than three seconds into his sweet torture.

I moaned, gripping his hair, tangling my fingers in its short strands as best I could, pressing his mouth to me, and he growled against me. The bass thrum of the sound sending shivers through me that was half thrill and half base primal prey instinct. It was absolutely sensationally delicious the way he played that fine line of thrill and fear with me and I absolutely adored it.

I adored everything he did to me, but still… it was as though something were missing and this time was the first time that felt different. Like the fetters were off and we were both one hundred percent free to test each other’s limits up to and including crossing some lines and that? Oh, I wanted that. I wanted so much to see how far we could go. How far he would take me now; and I trusted him implicitly to take me such wondrous places that I lay back and simply let him do his worst, which I already knew would be the very best.

“Hex,” I breathed, my tone taking on a note of begging as he worked me up slowly with his mouth, taking his time. He just chuckled darkly against me and wouldn’t be swayed whatsoever to going any faster or any harder with me no matter how I panted or begged and it was a joyful sort of infuriating.

“Oh, my God! Don’t make me beg!” I cried, and he chuckled against me again, a sort of little boy glee despite the very adult position we were in and it was a delightful sound. I was about to smack him when he introduced fingers inside of me, curling them toward the roof of my cunt, pressing down on my lower stomach between my pelvic bones to bring that special spot to his fingertips inside me.

The combination of the rough pads of his fingertips against that textured patch of nerves so close to the surface inside me, and the feel of his hot velvet tongue against that sensitive nub at the apex of my thighs on the outside?

“Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!” I collapsed back and arched, everything feeling as though I’d opened up and I mean opened beyond anything physically. This was so good, so hot, wet, tight, and wonderful that it was damn near a spiritual awakening of some kind.

“Hex!” I cried, so close, so on the verge of something intensely splendid it was frightening – I was almost afraid.

“Just relax and let it happen, baby,” he growled against my body. “I’ve got you.”

I trusted him completely and let go and I swear by all things that are holy, if what he did to me was meant to be the devil’s work or whatever you could send me straight to Hell and I would go happily.

He made me come so hard and so swift after he quit playing, that I thought I would never come back from wherever we went when the sex was so toe curling and great you lost vision and forgot to breathe.

I got back with it to him grinning down at me, kneeling up between my thighs as he rolled the condom snug around his thick base. I panted, dragging my breath into lungs that somehow didn’t feel like mine anymore as he wrapped one of his strong arms at my lower back. I was limp as he hauled me up some and it forced my back and my abs into this delicious stretch that felt so good it bordered on pain.

He fitted his cock at my sopping entrance and didn’t hold any mercy this time as he plunged into me balls deep.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and slid down his body fitting him inside me as snug as he could fit. I settled over him and he wrapped strong arms around me to hold me to him in a position that would otherwise be awkward.

“Gon’ take it nice an’ easy for you baby,” he said and somehow rolled his hips just right in a way that made me gasp as I looked down into those warm brown eyes of his. I put my lips to his and we kissed as he made love to me slow for a little while and let me calm down some from my last orgasm.

The way he managed to shift beneath me in counterpoint to the way I rode him when I could finally feel my legs enough to do it was nothing short of pure magic.

He was warm and solid against my body, my arms tight around him, and I found myself coiling tighter and living for his touch, the way he kissed me, the way he held me, the way he let me take control of the pace and the wild magic between us for a while, only to flip the script once he’d deemed it enough.

I loved how he man-handled me, how he lifted me seemingly so easily to retake control, dropping me back onto the mattress, driving himself deep, hooking an arm behind my leg to drive deeper still. The feel of him so far inside me scrambled my thoughts to the point it was like an old television, the picture being sucked down and into the depths of the old tube except for me it was down, down, so impossibly far down into the warmth, safety, and pleasure he provided that I simply twined my arms around him and gave in to whatever it was he wanted to give me with perfect love and perfect trust.

He did not disappoint.

He struck an even, deep, slow rolling rhythm that curled my toes and rode deliciously over that spot inside me and I felt as though he plucked at the very fiber of my being, unraveling me slowly but surely into little more than the dust of the stars we were all born from.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he growled, and I felt myself glow from the praise.

I turned his face with a light touch of my palm and thanked him wordlessly with a kiss, a kiss he returned just as truly, madly, and deeply as he made love to me and being like this, with Hex, was nothing short of magic.

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