Page 22 of Invisible Scars
There’s a moment where everything stops, and I hold my breath until I feel Jonah’s rigidness slowly dissipating, his lips gently pressing against my thigh before his nose rubs against the same spot.
“I can’t deny you anything,” he says, kissing my thigh a bit higher, his thick, coarse fingers stroking over my skin.
My tongue darts out to lick him, and he slacks back on the bed with a groan when my lips wrap around him, stretching to accommodate the girth, taking in all that ridged steel I’ve yearned for so badly.
I’m not a big fan of blowjobs. I admit I prefer being on the receiving end, but with Jonah, I want all of him. Everywhere. All at once. His taste, his smell, I’ve been craving it for so long, tried to imagine it more nights than I can count. And more than anything, I want him to feel good.
I slowly take more and more of him, not even reaching his half-length before I can’t go any deeper, then use my hand as I start bobbing my head in tandem with my strokes, adding the flat of my tongue and a little scrape of my teeth.
“That feels good.” Jonah smooths his rough palms over my ass, his lips and teeth teasing the tender skin of my thighs before lifting his face to blow air over my sensitized flesh.
The tip of his tongue flicks over me teasingly until I’m writhing impatiently, then he starts with lazy strokes, grunting every time one of my moans vibrates over his hard shaft.
“I love the way you moan for me,” he says, trailing a taunting tongue around the throbbing bundle of nerves I so desperately want him to touch before stiffening it and pressing into me.
So good.I work to take him deeper, trying to get more of him inside me,anywhereinside me, but then Jonah stops his teasing, and I forget about anything other than the rush of pure bliss that floods my body.
In all honesty, I probably should have been ready for the onslaught, but every time Jonah touches me, my entire body zings, and I can’t seem to get used to how well everything seems to fit.
The tips of two fingers dip into me from behind while he gives me the hard point of his tongue. I try to keep a steady rhythm of sucking him, but the pleasure raking through me makes it impossible to keep going, and my head throws back with a wail.
Jonah pauses to suck hard on my inner thigh, marking my skin.
“Should I make you come all over my face again?” he asks, teasing me with his fingers and breath, driving me into madness.
“Yes,please, yes.”
He presses his mouth onto me again. His tongue, lips, and teeth alternate in delivering mind-blowing pleasure.Oh God, I don’t know what he’s doing, but my mind goes blank from the overload of sensations attacking me.
Jonah’s arm circles around my waist to help me ride his face. I’m shaking and shuddering, gripping his thighs to stay grounded, but it’s too much to ask of my body to remember it’s tangible, and before I can hold back, I’m coming apart over and over again until I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit the shattered pieces back together.
I’m barely able to catch my breath, and I’m on my back again, Jonah ravenously kissing up my body and claiming my mouth.
“Do you taste how sweet you are, Doll?” he asks with a low growl, pointing at the bedside drawer. “Condom?”
I nod, watching with a hazy lust as he smooths the rubber down his shaft before positioning himself between my thighs, teasing between my folds until he’s notched at my opening.
Jonah pauses for a heartbeat, eyes intent on me, before pressing the head into me until my body takes him.
I wail with pleasure when he slowly rocks into me, giving me his thick length in increments.
“You feel so good.” His voice is rough and full of emotion, nose rubbing against the length of my neck, and I let out a trembling breath, willing my body to relax and adjust around the stinging pulse of pleasure originating from where our bodies are joined. “So tight.”
I suck in a sharp breath when he pushes in firmer, my eyes wide as I struggle to exhale. The decadent stretch is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before, the fullness almost too much to bear, leaving room for nothing buthim.
“Breathe, Doll,” he whispers in my ear, stilling inside me and stroking my thigh. “Breathe with me.”
I close my eyes and listen to the steady inhale and exhale near my ear, falling into pace with the rhythm of Jonah’s body. Suddenly, what was more than I could take isn’t enough.
“All of you,” I urge him with my heels. “I want all of you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It feels so good, Joe. I want more.” I lift my head and kiss him, deep and desperate, my heels digging into his ass and my fingers pulling at his hair until he yields, and with a rough rut of his hips, our groins are kissing.
“Fuck, Effie.” Jonah’s gasping for air, his short pants damp on my shoulder as his entire body vibrates with delicious tension over mine. “Are you okay?”
The dull ache from the stretch thrums through my body, filling me with unrelenting need.
