Page 50 of Unexpected Pickle
“I’m going to taste you,” he says, as if offering me a moment to object.
I can’t speak. I thread my fingers through his thick hair as he makes his way down, moving the backs of my knees to his sturdy shoulders.
Then I’m lost, gasping, as he delves deep, sucking hard, adding fingers, expertly drawing every sensitive part into his mouth.
Another finger slides into me farther down, which has never happened to me in my life. I jolt upward, surprised, but I lose track of what part of him is where as I’m struck with a thunderbolt of pleasure that completely wipes out all thoughts.
This man knows what he is doing.
“Hex!” I cry, not sure of what is up or down anymore, where I end and he begins. My body convulses from everywhere.
The orgasm washes over me, my chin thrust upward, my body arching. His mouth stays on me, drawing out every last quiver. Only when I collapse into stillness does he carefully lower me down.
He kisses his way up my body, skipping no parts, letting me catch my breath. When he arrives at my face, he says, “I’m going to fuck you senseless. I have six condoms. It won’t be enough. What do you have here?”
Jesus Christ. Six?
“I’m fine. I think. About the need for condoms at all. I’m on birth control. Are you…okay?”
“Pass all health checks before every match.”
“It’s been…a while for me.”
“You sure?” His eyes watch me.
“Yes.”
I’ve barely finished the word when he grips my shoulders and thrusts into me.
I gasp, barely able to contain the feeling of being penetrated so hard and so deep. “Oh my God,” I tell him, clutching his arms, making him move with me until my body adjusts.
Then it does, and it’s wild, being so possessed. I can see nothing but Hex, feel nothing but his body, inside and out. He’s taken over every one of my senses. He smells of wood smoke and blackened steak. His skin is hot and smooth and moves with his muscles like a perfectly tuned machine.
His breath is a rasp in my ear and a warm gust against my cheek.
Taste. I want to taste him, too. I turn my head and sink my teeth into the beefy bicep near my cheek. His skin has the lightest taste of char from tending the fire.
This moment was made for me, for us.
His movements are steady and rhythmic, creating a slow build of tension inside me. Good Lord, is this going to happen again? I never orgasm from penetration.
But he’s so big, so strong, and fills me so completely.
My breathing speeds up. He must notice, as I feel his cheek against my forehead shift into a smile. “My Jeannie,” he whispers, and my name on his lips makes me tighten around him.
Then the sparks begin, like branches of lightning flashing off the center bolt.
I writhe beneath him, needing resolution, for this intensity to climax.
But he slows down, that smile pressing against my forehead.
He’s driving me mad, so sweetly insane. As his muscles flex beneath my hands, I’m not sure which I want more: to drive into the light or to stay in the throes of this sweet madness forever.
But I think I know how to make him crack. “Come inside me, Hex,” I say, blushing at the words. I’ve never talked like this to anyone. “Lose control in my body.”
His body tenses and a long groan escapes. He tries to hang on. I can feel it in how he moves against himself, wanting to speed up, to get wild, and yet hold back.
I squeeze around him. “This is just the first one, Hex. There will be so, so many more.”
