Page 25 of Sip
“I want to touch you too.”
I’ve never needed anything more. I grasp the damp fabric on the back of my neck and yank my tee over my head, tossing it on the floor. She stares at my chest for a few seconds almost as if pondering what to do. Courage overcomes her hesitation and timid fingers trace the metal circling my nipples. I love her pink fingernails rubbing the silver and lean forward to suck the tender skin on the side of her neck, giving her enough room to keep working.
Yet she shivers and stops, only giving the rings a slight yank before her fingers splay out across my abs. “Am I distracting you?”
When she nods, I bite down into her clavicle, and she starts riding me again. My girl’s impatient pussy needs attention. “Now you know how I feel.”
I entwine our hands and curve them around the hardness in my pants. “Take me out so you can feel what you do to me.”
My demand elicits a shuddered breath from her. Eager to comply, she slides out of my hold and grabs for my waistband. Fumbling fingers can’t seem to release the button and tension builds up in her muscles. Her shoulders bunch up to her ears as she starts to curl into herself. I cup her cheeks and lift her face to mine, leisurely kissing her swollen lips with soft pecks. “It’s okay. No rush. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
The faltered grin returns with my encouragement, and she slowly nods. Another deep breath loosens her body, and she ever so slowly unfastens my jeans and glides down my zipper. My hips buck involuntarily when my cock bobs out from underneath the metal teeth and her small hand wraps around my dick as far as she can reach. I hiss from the pleasure. “Yes baby girl, just like that.”
She responds to my praise like the good girl she is and slowly trails the piercing embedded in the taut skin. “That’s for you. I want you to feel as good as I do.”
Desire darkens her blue eyes and goose bumps dot her arms. Now she finally realizes how much she means to me. When she adds a second hand underneath the other, gripping me tight up and down from tip to balls, I groan my appreciation to her. No touch has ever felt better than hers. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you angel.”
“Like this?”
Her efforts still and my eyes fly open from the apprehension in her tone. Confusion lines her pink face that I must end immediately. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
Instantly, she obeys, and I reward her with another kiss. “Good girl.”
I palm her ass cheeks, firm and taut from all of her running and lift her above my straining cock. Her gaze never leaves mine, never blinking, never hesitating, as I slowly lower her down until I meet resistance.
“You’re inside me.”
Awe floods her whisper as well as her face. “It’s the best place I’ve ever been. The only place I’ll ever be again.”
I’m not sure if she understands my commitment or not. But she does seem to understand how she makes me feel. I hold her weight as she rides me, so she doesn’t sink too far. Nails dig into my skin as I pump her up and down, forward and back so her clit gets pleasured against my stomach.
She coils tighter and tighter as I work her. Her thighs tremble against mine and frantic sounds bubble from her mouth, forever seared into my mind.
Ecstasy coils with agony with every thrust inside her. Perfection overwhelms me, and I can’t hold out much longer. Not with her rocking into me— all incredible face and tits and pussy on display for me. I brush my lips on her ear. “You feel too damn good to hold back. I’m going to hurry up and get you pregnant so then I can come in your mouth and ass too.”
When my pinky finger presses against her forbidden hole, she detonates. Convulsing as she cries out, I hold her immobile and rear up, releasing myself deep into her womb. Almost a year of celibacy explodes into my pixie, unaware all this time I’ve been saving myself for her. Hell, maybe I knew all along. I could never be with anyone again except her.
Completely spent, I collapse back against the cushion and lug her to my chest. Both arms wrap around her torso so there’s no question she’s staying exactly where she belongs. I’ll never let her leave me.
When Grace wiggles against me, attempting to lift up, I tighten my hold. “Relax angel. I’ve got you.”
She stills yet her muscles remain stiff. Unaccustomed to being held, she seems unable to relax. Ironic since she’s always the one doling out hugs, yet she can’t accept affection for herself. Another issue I need to fix. “You got someplace else you need to be?”
A small giggle shakes her body and cuts some of the tension. Finally, her head tucks in under my chin and her arms wrap around my torso.
“No.”
“It’s good to hear you laugh. I was worried about you.”
“I’m sorry I worried you.”
My thoughtful girl. Always more concerned about others than herself. I stroke her warm skin, rubbing big circles on her back to ensure she doesn’t get chilled. “You don’t have to apologize. You were depressed because of us.”
“I wasn’t depressed. I was…”
“What?”
“I guess more scared.”
