Page 12 of Tell Me No

“One more okay?” He breathes, leaning down to kiss the top of my mound around my hand.

“Okay.” The word comes out like a plea.

He streams more lube on my lower half then slides the third finger in slowly. I can feel the muscle contort and form around him as he begins to thrust. He picks up his tempo, moving each finger in sync while twisting his wrist. The feeling is a lot and I’m not sure how much more I can take, but after a few more advances, he removes his fingers.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to be in you.” His words are desperate and fast, flying out of his mouth quicker than he can even move.

Snatching the foil wrapper from the bed, he shimmies his pants down lower, then rips it open and sheaths his cock in the latex. Once it’s in place, he grabs the lube again and pours it over his length. He fists himself a few times, making sure every inch of him is covered, then pours more over my ass.

Grabbing the backs of my knees, he hikes them up onto his shoulders. “You ready for me, baby?”

I lock my ankles behind his head, letting the stems of my high heels dig into his back, then nod. “More than ready.”

He nudges at my ass with his dick gently, making sure to take it slow. Only, I’m not sure I want it slow. I can already feel myself open and ready for him, and I’m tired of waiting. Bending my knees, I pull him into me bit by glorious bit.

I’m not sure if every inch of him is inside, but it feels like it. It feels like he’s snaking through my body, destroying it for anyone else who dares try to conquer it. I feel him deep in my stomach and heavy on top of my legs. It’s something I never would have imagined, but it’s amazing.

He pulls out of me, making sure to leave nothing but the head of his cock still inside, then pours another hefty dose of lube between us. It eliminates all the rough friction, leaving nothing but smoothness in its wake.

Anthony dives back into me but doesn’t slow this time. He thrusts harder and deeper, hitting places inside me I never even knew could be touched. “I want to fill every hole you have and make sure you feel me tomorrow.”

His words have every nerve ending in my body firing in rapid succession and my chest heaving. He looks down to where we connect and smiles, but this time it isn’t sweet or playful. It’s sinister and dark. Like he plans to make sure his words are a promise, not a statement. He wants to annihilate me with pleasure and make sure no one else can bring me to the heights he can.

“Come on, baby. Touch yourself. I want to see you come.”

I do as he instructed and move my hand back down my body.

Flattening the tips of my fingers over my pussy, I rub the spot I know all too well and chase my orgasm. Although the feeling of him inside me right now is good, it isn't enough to get me where I need to be. I think he knows that too.

Reaching down, he places his hand under mine and slides two fingers into my dripping pussy. He moves them in rhythm with his cock, reaching deep inside and curling them to finesse my g-spot. I can practically feel his cock and fingers touching, only separated by the barrier inside me.

I feel so fucking full and can’t even concentrate on the movements my hand makes over myself. Arching my back, I open my mouth and take in air needing every molecule I can get. My skin is on fire, my stomach is in knots, and I can feel my pussy clenching around his fingers, begging him to keep up.

Within seconds, I come and it’s different from any orgasm I’ve ever had. It comes pouring out of me in violent waves, wracking my body, and making me scream, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, forcing me to convulse and buck my hips. It’s like another being has taken over my body and is controlling every jerk, every cry, and every plea to never let it end.

“That’s it, baby,” He huffs over me.

I stretch my arms out beside me and ball the fabric of the sheets under us, yanking and tugging them. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe I’m trying to ground myself because at this exact moment I feel I could float away.

Finally, he slows, but when I look up into his eyes I can tell he isn’t done with me. Not yet.

NINE

Pulling out of me,he lets my legs tumble off his shoulders. He didn’t even come, but his chest still heaves, and his hands tremble like he’s coming down from the same kind of high.

He pulls the condom off and throws it to the floor then stands at the foot of the bed. Silently, he pushes his pants down from his knees and steps out of them. Grabbing my calf, he kisses the top of my foot, then unclasps the buckle around my ankle. Slowly, he pulls my heel off, then sets my foot back on the bed before doing the same with the other.

Once they’re free of my shoes, he kneels back on the bed and runs his fingertips over the skin of my legs, starting at my shins, all the way up to my thighs. When he’s to my waist, he leans down and kisses my hip, then trails light kisses up my entire midsection until we’re face to face.

“You don’t know how much I love you, Mia.”

I sigh and cup his cheeks in my hands. “I love you.”

It’s bizarre saying it out loud, knowing the meaning is different than before. This isn’t just friendship anymore. This is pure animalistic need and want. There is no going backward, only forward. Tonight changed it all, and I couldn’t be happier.

No reply is needed. Instead, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. At this point, you would think I would be used to the feeling of his lips on mine, but I’m not. It’s just as electrifying as the first time in the bathroom.

There is the promise of great things and happiness nestled in his kiss. It’s sweeter than before and like he’s using his lips to speak a different kind of language to me. A sensual one that runs hand in hand with the love he’s already expressed.

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