Chapter 34
Allie
I opened my eyes. Steven was watching me as his fingers worked my calves. What he was doing felt so good. No one had ever touched me like that. His hands moved up my calves and over the top of my thighs. I was wearing leggings, and he was working his way up to the waistband. Before he got there, he paused between my legs and rubbed me through the thin fabric.
I was hot already. I licked my lips. He was watching me like there was nothing else in the room. I reached down and took the hem of my shirt. I pulled it off over my head. I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra.
Steven leaned sideways and closed his lips over my right nipple. He tickled me with his tongue while his fingers continued to rub me. He was going to ruin my panties.
I took his face in my hands and kissed him. I could taste the wine on his tongue. We kissed each other hungrily, our bodies intertwined. He inched upward, and I hooked one leg around his. He ran his hand over my hip and took hold of the top of my leggings. Then he started working them down.
I was naked beneath him in no time. He removed his shirt, and I worked at his jeans, desperate to pull him free and feel him in my hand. He laughed when I failed to get the zipper down, and then he helped me. He took everything off, and we were naked on his couch.
He lowered himself back down on top of me. His lips found mine, and his hand wandered back down to the heat between my legs. He touched me softly. I held onto his shoulders. Then he slid one of his fingers into me.
My whole body was thrumming with excitement. He pressed another finger into my pussy. I held on to him tighter. He kissed me hard, his lips grinding against mine as he worked his fingers inside me.
He wasn’t holding back. He wanted me to come. I was going to. I was sure he could feel it. I let go of his shoulders and lifted my hands over my head to clutch at the armrest behind my head. My nails scratched at the fabric. I let out a little whimper of pleasure as he curled his fingers inside me. Then he pressed up, hitting my G-spot, and thrust deep inside me once, twice, three times, until I came.
Then his free hand closed over my wrists on the armrest. My forearms dug into the edge, but I ignored the pain. He fucked me harder with his fingers. He moved in and out and then played with my G-spot once more. I moaned.
He straightened above me and took his fingers out of my pussy. Then he gripped his cock and didn’t hesitate to shove it deep inside me. I cried out as he filled me up and pressed against the walls of my pussy. He was still holding my wrists down. I liked being powerless beneath him, letting him have all the control. I trusted him more than I trusted myself.
He rocked above me, his hips moving back and forth. It was ecstasy.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling a second orgasm coming on.
He didn’t change his rhythm. He kept his pace, moving in and out, angling upward at the end of each thrust to hit my G-spot.
Then I came. I squirmed beneath him as the pleasure became too intense. He still held me down and kept fucking me. It was delightful.
When he had fucked me to the point where I could barely move beneath him, he pulled out of me. He tugged me upward with him and dropped down on the couch so that he was sitting. He guided me to sit on top of his cock.
He slid up into me. I hung my head back. I felt every part of him deep in my pussy. This was as close as I could ever get to him. There was nothing better than having his cock inside me.
He had me bounce up and down on him. While I did, he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I caressed my breasts. My skin felt on fire. I was electric. I never wanted the moment to end. He made me feel whole.
He pulled me down to him so he could kiss my lips. He rained kisses over my jaw, nibbled my earlobe, and then kissed all the way down my throat and chest until he reached my breasts. He sucked and nipped them and made sure to give each of them equal attention. My nipples were hard and sensitive. I ran my fingers through his hair and held his face to my chest.
He pulled away and looked up at me. He put his hands on my thighs and held me down. The way his eyes were glinting told me I should prepare myself. I leaned back and rested my hands on his knees. A smirk played across his lips.
Then he bucked beneath me with ferocious speed. His cock slid all the way in and all the way out of me. I threw my head back and braced myself on his legs as he fucked me. One of his hands grabbed my breast. Then he held my neck. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off my air, but it sent a thrill through me anyway. His fingers played with my lips as he held my throat.
His thrusts grew more forceful. I felt my orgasm rushing over me. I squeezed his knees. A little cry escaped me when I came. It tore through me and left me feeling weak and light. Steven seemed to sense this.
He wrapped his arms around me and stood. His cock was still inside me. He walked with me to his bedroom and lay me down on his bed. Then he tapped my hip to get me to roll onto my stomach. I got on my knees for him.
“No,” he said, “as you were.”
Confused, I went flat on my belly as he directed. I looked up at him over my shoulder and wiggled my ass for him. He grabbed it in both hands and squeezed it. I watched him play. He had loved my ass as long as I knew him.
He climbed on top of me, bracing himself on his hands on either side of my shoulders. I looked up at him. I had to crane my neck. He kissed me upside down. Then his cock was sliding between my thighs and slipping inside me.
This angle was heavenly. I tried to keep kissing him, but I was breathless in seconds as he pulled all the way out of me and then pushed back in over and over. The angle and the sensation of him gliding between my thighs made it impossible for me to keep it together. I bowed my head and pressed my forehead down on the mattress.
Steven lowered himself above me and kissed my shoulders and spine. His breath was hot on my skin. I shuddered beneath him. His cock was bigger. I moaned. I bit the sheets.
Steven groaned above me. He was close too.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “I’m going to come.”
Steven shook. Then he went into overdrive. He fucked me harder and faster. I stifled my cry with the blankets. Steven went to his knees on top of me and held my shoulders as he fucked me. He had never gotten so deep before.
My orgasm shook me to my core. I gasped beneath him and quivered as he pumped me full of his cum. He stayed inside me and kissed my back and shoulders some more. I giggled and rested my cheek on the mattress.
“Nothing prettier than a well-fucked woman,” Steven cooed in my ear.
I laughed, and he got off me. He cleaned himself up and came back to bed. I curled up beside him, and he pulled the blankets over my shoulders. Then he put one hand on my hips and drew me closer to him.
His cock was pressed against my lower back. I wiggled my butt for him, and he chuckled in my ear. “Don’t be a tease,” he said.
“But it’s fun.”
“I’ll show you what fun looks like in the morning.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, tucking my feet between his calves.
“Yep. You just close those pretty eyes of yours and wait.
“Okay,” I whispered, doing what I was told and closing my eyes.
I was exhausted. I knew I was going to fall asleep in seconds. Before it took hold of me, I closed my hand over his on my hip. “Goodnight,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said before kissing my cheek and nuzzling his chin in his favorite spot between my neck and shoulder. “Have a good sleep.”
I would. I was quite certain that I would never have a bad sleep again—especially not if Steven were sleeping next to me.