Page 81 of Somewhere Along The Line
He moves himself to the foot of the bed and pulls me down to the edge, kneeling to place both of my legs over his shoulders.
He starts gently, sliding his tongue through me as I sink into his face, wrapping my legs around his back and crossing them at the ankle to pull him closer. The heat of his mouth draws every ounce of my attention to where he’s working, the entirety of the universe existing between his lips and mine. His tongue slips inside me briefly before dragging up, slowly at first and then with increasing pressure.
“James.” His name escapes my throat, breathy and needy as he begins to suck, pulling me into his mouth and nipping lightly with his teeth. The sound he makes in response, one of deep satisfaction at making me feelso. fucking. goodratchets me into another echelon.
He brings his hands to my breasts, his fingers twisting my nipples in rhythm as he sucks harder. The sight of him like this—bathed in early afternoon light, unapologetic in his fierce desire to pleasure me—is almost too much.
I’m nearly there as I arch into his face, begging him to keep going, just like that, to make me come. He glances up to me, keeping his mouth exactly where I need him. The eye contact throws me over the edge.
I gasp for air as he continues soft strokes with his tongue, teasing out every wave of pleasure within me until my mind and body are nothing but Jello. I can’t make a coherent thought, much less offer him the praise I’d like to, because I no longer have a brain. The only thing in my head is a jumble of pure oxytocin.
James fills the space that I cannot.
“Holy shit, Piper. That was… you are… absolutely incredible.” He slides himself onto the bed and lays next to me, curling himself around me as I bask.
The idea that this experience was incrediblefor himis incomprehensible. What kind of mystical man thinks giving a mind-blowing orgasm is better than receiving one? I don’t hate it. That’s the understatement of the century. I love it.
“Youwere incredible,” I manage to say. “I’ve never… that’s not a thing that usually works for me.”
“I’m always happy to work for you.” James kisses my shoulder with a tenderness that almost hurts. “Working you up is my very favorite kind of work.”
I roll over him until I’m straddling his legs and he’s lying on his back, noting the flush on his cheeks from either heat, friction, or being here with me. It’s his very best look.
Finally, I drag my hands along his chest, admiring every individual muscle that lines his abdomen. He shivers as I inch my fingers closer to the waistband of his briefs.
“Do I get to be in charge now? I’d like to put in some work of my own.”
James smiles, his lips pulling high in each direction as he nods. He releases a groan as I grind against him, his head flopping back against the pillow.
I lift myself off him so I can strip him down, removing the last layer of clothing between us, nothing left but skin and sweat and need. Grabbing a condom from his nightstand, I roll it onto him before lowering myself to his lap. I place him between my lips but not yet at my entrance, and I rock back and forth, my wetness covering the length of him in a steady rhythm as I glide up and down. He bucks into me, moaning, whenever I near his tip.
“Piper, if you keep doing this…” he spits out the words in gasps and starts, “I’m not going to even… make it inside of you.”
I stop for a moment while he catches his breath.
“Then let’s get you inside me,” I say, leaning forward to suck on his neck, my hand grabbing him from between my thighs and positioning him where he belongs. I lower myself onto him inch by inch, allowing time to stretch so I can take him fully.
When he’s there, filling me entirely, I sit myself up and begin to rock. It takes a minute to find a tempo and angle that works, one that allows him to hit where I desperately need him and has him digging hard into my hips as I slide up and down.
“Look at me,” I ask, though it’s not a request so much as a demand. Our eyes connect before his fall to my breasts, one in each of my hands as I push and pull, pinching my nipples between my fingers until it makes me arch into my own touch.
“Fucking hell, Piper,” he gasps, his hands reaching around to palm my ass.
“You like that,” I muse, recalling the night in the parking lot when he said the same to me.
“I really,reallydo.” The words break as I take one hand and slide it down, dragging wetness from where our bodies meet and bringing it to where I’m most sensitive. My thumb lingers there, sweeping circles that bring me closer to release. I increase my speed, riding him as he works to keep his eyes on me, on my tits bouncing with each thrust.
It feels so damn good. The position yes, but also the ability to make James feel this too. I’m inching closer as I continue the rhythm, spurred on by a wave of James’s praise.
“Look at you taking me so well” pushes me to orgasm, my body squeezing him in waves that bring him to his own finish. We ride out the pleasure until I collapse onto him into a heap of sticky skin on skin, our hearts beating as fast as our breath.
I want to stay here for the rest of my life.
After a minute, maybe five, I slide myself to his side. We’re still intertwined, my leg flung over his hip, his knee resting between my thighs, my arm draped across his back, and his under my pillow, right beneath my neck.
“Hey, P?” His voice is just above a whisper. He brings a hand to my face, lightly pinching my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, gliding his palm under my jaw.
“Yeah?” Once again, my deliriously satisfied brain can hardly form a sentence.
