Page 43 of Volt
He nods then walks to the master bedroom, leaving me kind of in limbo out here. Is he suggesting that he wants me to sleep in the spare bedroom? I hadn’t planned on that when I asked if I could stay the night. I actually wanted to sleep in the same bed with him. After everything we’ve been through over the last week or so, I really needed to feel his physical presence. I needed to sleep curled up with him.
I walk to the master bedroom door and can hear the shower running in the bathroom. I lean against the wall and try to decide what in the hell I’m going to do. His words come back to me, and I decide that I’m not going to sit here and be a victim to fear anymore. I’m going to take control of my life.
I push open the door and step into the bedroom—which is as immaculate as the rest of the house. On the wall across from the door, he’s got a three-panel print of Bosch’s“The Garden of Earthly Delights”.For not being much an expert, he certainly has some amazing taste in art. I make a mental note to ask him where he got such a refined artistic taste.
Turning away from the print, I strip out of my clothes—careful to lay them neatly on a chair near the door. Naked, I walk to the door and peek in to find clouds of steam billowing all around. The bathroom is large and done in black and white subway tile and the shower stall is a large glass cube on the other side of the room. I can only see the muddled image of his body behind the fogged-up glass. It’s enough to set my heart racing and ignite a fire between my thighs that has me instantly slick.
Feeling bold and with a devilish smile on my face, I cross the bathroom, careful to stay on the runners so I don’t slip—because that would be decidedly not sexy—and open the glass door. Blake turns around, an expression of surprise on his face. But when I step forward and grab his cock with one hand, squeezing it tight as it starts to stiffen and pull him down into a passionate kiss with the other, he seems to roll with it just fine.
“I thought you were exhausted,” he said.
“Shut up,” I reply. “I’m catching a second wind.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a smile.
His toned body is slick with soap, and I revel in the feeling of his tongue swirling around mine as the water gently rains down on us from a ceiling-mounted showerhead. He starts to push me against the wall behind me, but I stop him and sink down to my knees instead. My eyes are glued to his as I lean forward and take him into my mouth. Blake gasps as I hold him there, swirling my tongue around the head of his staff and grip the base of it with my hand.
As I start to move, sliding my hand and mouth in unison up and down his shaft, he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls it tight. He lets out a throaty growl as I suck and stroke him hard and fast. I feel his body growing tense, and his breath quickens as he pulls at my hair. I look up at him to find his eyes on me, watching as I swallow his staff. His gaze is filled with desire, and his body is tight with his arousal. The smoldering look in his eyes has me dripping wet as I tighten my lips around his cock. I grip the base of him even in my fist, squeezing him even harder than before, drawing a loud sensual moan from his lips.
As I keep working him with my hand and mouth, his breath starts to come in short gasps. His body grows even more tense, and I feel his staff start to swell. Excited by the prospect of having him burst in my mouth, I work him even harder. But he steps back, pulling his cock out my mouth, a crooked grin on his face.
“One of these days, I’m not going to have the self-control to stop you,” he pants.
“Then don’t,” I counter.
“I’m not ready for this to be over.”
“Who says we can only do it once?” I ask, my voice thick and sultry.
“Excellent point.”
He follows his words by pressing me against the wall, finding my mouth with his. He slips his tongue into my mouth forcefully, swirling it around mine. The heat and passion in his kiss nearly steals my breath as desire flows freely through my veins. He turns off the shower and takes my hand, leading me out into the bathroom. I let out a squeal as he picks me up and sets me down on the vanity. Blake steps forward, and I part my thighs for him, desperate to feel him inside of me. But then he kneels down and buries his face between my legs.
“Oh God,” I cry out the moment his tongue hits my swollen clit.
He sucks on it roughly as he slides a pair of fingers inside of me. Gripping the sides of his head with my thighs and pulling a fistful of hair almost violently, I tremble as he works his fingers deep into me and swirls his tongue around my clit at the same time. My vision is wavering, and my heart is hammering inside my chest so hard I’m afraid it’s going to leave bruises as he works me over. Blake takes his fingers out and parts my lips with his tongue, licking me from top to bottom, his moans rumbling against my opening, driving me even crazier.
And then my orgasm comes straight out of left field, crashing down over me with the power of a tsunami as it sweeps me away into bliss. My cries echo around the bathroom, and I’m shaking so violently that Blake steadies me by putting his hands on my hips, holding me in place. But through it all, he keeps licking my pussy, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, drawing out the pleasure rocking my body.
Slowly, my orgasm ebbs, and I’m looking down at him feeling flushed and warmed from the inside out. He gets to his feet, his eyes still filled with pure lust. He steps forward again, but this time, he nestles the head of his cock between my lips and with a hard thrust, buries himself to the hilt inside of me. My eyes widen, and my mouth falls open as he pierces me. He’s large and fills me up completely, stretching me open in ways I haven’t experienced before.
Blake is so deep inside of me I feel like I’m splitting open. I dig my nails into his shoulders and lean forward, sinking my teeth into his skin as well, and he draws in a breath. There’s a sharp sting of pain that rockets through me. I’m not used to having somebody so large inside of me. Sensing my discomfort, Blake gives it a moment for it to subside—which it does.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
I nod. “Oh yeah,” I say then look him in the eyes. “Now, fuck me.”
“Happily.”
He rocks his hips, thrusting himself into me. There’s still a pinch of pain but it soon blends with the pleasure coursing through me, heightening it. My entire body is vibrating with it, and as Blake continues pumping his cock into me, it only gets better. I cling to him, throwing my head back and crying out as he plunges himself into me over and over again. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire and I want more. I can’t get enough of him.
The veins in Blake’s neck are standing taut as he drives himself into me, thrusting faster and harder than before. He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His movements are becoming frantic. Almost erratic.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans as he presses his forehead to mine.
“I was about to say the same thing.”
I feel his cock swelling again as he fucks me, and as if he’s on the verge of an eruption, Blake steps back and takes a moment to catch his breath—and pull himself back from the point of no return. He gives me a shaky smile.
