Chapter 18

Chrissy

I rolled my head on my neck and just stood there for a moment, basking in the Zen that Tony had created, wanting to give some back. I smiled to myself, knowing just the thing and turned around slowly.

“That was nice, thank you,” I murmured, sinking down to sit on the edge of his bed. Just perfect, I thought to myself. He let his dress shirt join mine on the floor and hauled the white tee shirt he had on beneath it over his head in that way that guys did that just drove me crazy.

He smiled, a twinkle in those bright blue eyes of his when I crooked a finger at him, motioning for him to come closer while saying; “You’re going to have to undo those pants for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

He reached for his pants, slipping the button free of its loop tortuously slow, and drawing the zipper down tooth by tiny tooth. I smiled up at him and had to laugh, biting my lower lip.

He slid the pants and his boxers down his hips and let them fall the rest of the way, smoothly stepping out of them and dragging each foot across the area carpet to rid himself of the socks. I laughed and asked him, “What, were you a stripper in a former life?”

“Ah, think I could have been?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I murmured, taking his cock softly into my good hand, wrapping sure fingers around him and stroking up and down his length.

His eyes closed and he let out a moan, “Oh, that’s nice…”

I leaned forward and he took a half step towards me and I kissed the tip, sliding him past my lips and along my tongue. I worked him in slowly. He was long, and I didn’t want to choke, because how unsexy would that be?

I took him deeper with each stroke, teasing the underside of him with my tongue, compensating with my hand when I reached my limit and couldn’t take any more of him. I was so careful with my teeth, and I sucked his cock until my jaw just ached, and then I sucked him some more. I was completely enamored with the soft sounds he made, the gasps, the little ‘oh’s’ when I managed to do something he found particularly nice.

He clenched his fists at his sides for the most part, but finally touched my head. Sweeping my hair back so he could look down the length of his body and watch me.

He sucked in a breath between his teeth when I looked up at him and shook his head, drawing back and letting it out the rest of the way explosively.

“I need you,” he said, the emotion naked and raw in his voice.

I stood up and went to him, our mouths crashing together in a frenzy of need as his hands scrambled to the zipper on the back of my skirt. I felt it rush down my legs and he got the panties and hose started down them, breaking his mouth from mine to order, “Sit.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and he peeled the offending clothing down my legs and let them drop. He reached for the box of condoms he’d tossed on the dresser when we’d come in and ripped it open, tearing one off swiftly before raising it to his mouth and tearing it open with his teeth. He grabbed the slippery rubber disc and set it over the head of his cock, pinching the tip and rolling it all the way to his root.

I backed up carefully and centered myself on the bed and he climbed up to be with me, settling between my thighs, touching me gently with his fingers and finding me more than aroused, more than wet and ready for him.

He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them and I felt myself take a sharp inhalation of breath. He smiled that reckless grin of his down at me and lined himself up with me, entering me much more quickly, thrusting with a little more force than he had the day before. Not out of any kind of roughness or inconsideration, but more from just a sheer need to be one with me.

How did I know? I could see it in his eyes, and when he bent over me to put his mouth against mine, I could taste it in his kiss.

He moved deliberately, carefully, with surety and control. He wanted me to feel good, he wanted to feel good and though I was usually a major full on participant during sex, my injuries made it hard to do what I wanted, and what I liked. Still, Tony appeared to understand that, too.

“Mm-mm, precious, not this time. You just lay back and enjoy the ride… let me do all the work,” he murmured. I closed my eyes and relished the sound of his voice, loved the even strokes and the warmth of his body against and inside mine.

He pushed himself up on his knees and kept a slow and easy pace, his hands smoothing over my skin, taking his time, building himself, as well as me, up. Taking us high and higher until I was breathless with wanting, needing that little bit more.

I gasped and touched him wherever I could, tracing every contour I could reach with gentle fingertips. I met his eyes and he met mine and we both smiled, he slid his thumb between us at the top of my sex and teased me, bending to kiss me as I tightened up that much more inside, the weight and feel of him everything, just everything; the totality of existence. I clung to him when that existence exploded into light and feeling. Euphoria spilling through every nerve ending and vein in an effervescent rush, in wave after wave after wave.

He collapsed over me, burying his nose in my hair, pressing his lips against the side of my throat, gently teasing the sensitive place just near my ear and I shuddered again beneath him. Both of us were winded, neither of us willing to move, to separate ourselves from one another, and truthfully, I almost wished that we could stay like this forever.

Eventually the panting gave way to languorously slow and deep breaths, which led to him pushing up off of me just enough to look at me. He smoothed my hair back from my face and smiled down at me, letting his gaze travel my features even as I let mine travel his. His lips found mine and we kissed for a long time.

I felt him soften, and the longer we kissed, the more he began to grow hard again, but he stopped first. Reaching between us he held the condom on himself and pulled out. I shivered with how good it felt before immediately mourning the loss of him inside me.

I moaned and groaned and admittedly whined about it and he smiled and laughed, kissing down my chest and stomach before promising, “I’ll be right back.”

He got up and threw the used condom away, before grabbing the pile of them off the dresser and transferring them onto the night table. He came back to me then, pulling me against his body, kissing me as if he needed to, as if he were poisoned and I were the only cure.

“God I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered and I smiled against his lips.

“Put another one on,” I whispered back and he pulled his head back and asked, “Yeah?”

“Mm, yeah. I want on top.”

“You sure?” he asked, but he was already rolling one on.

“I want to try,” I said, suddenly a bit more shy than I’d been the moment before and he nodded.

“You can do whatever you want with me, baby.”

He got the condom on and laid back, putting his hands behind his head. I tucked my bad arm close to my side and got up on my knees, he brought his hands back to help me straddle him, and to help position himself, and I swear to god, I nearly came all over again just sliding down his length.

He bit his lower lip and looked me over shaking his head in that way that said that he didn’t just like, he absolutely loved what he saw. I rolled my hips, lifting off him a touch and let gravity bring me back down. I wasn’t going to be able to do this long, my hip already twinging, my lower back tightening to damn near cramping, but the position was so good and the way he smoothed his hands over my hips, up my body… oh god, I knew it was doing it for him, too.

Still, he stopped me, holding me down onto him, making eye contact and telling me in no uncertain terms, “Don’t worry about me, you just take care of you. Do what feels good, baby. I’ll get my own.”

I nodded, and stopped trying to do such long and deep strokes, instead, grinding on him in the way that usually did all of the things for the woman, but not so much for the guy. Let me say this, it did all of the things for me.

I tipped my head way back, my hair tickling my lower back and likely the tops of his thighs and shoved being self-conscious and just let go.

Tony laughed and teased my nipples, taking joy in mine and I loved that he cared for me so much, that he was alright with my not being able to give as much as I was taking.

I was so close, so very close to coming and I wanted that last little push. This, right here, was probably the closest I had ever been to coming just by virtue of having a man inside me. The heavy weight of orgasm taking root, growing, filling me with that beautiful light that wasn’t really a thing but felt like it was.

I bowed my head, and I knew it was as if I were listening to music only I could hear, but it was true to an extent. I listened to Tony’s voice, low and sexy, encouraging me, telling me how beautiful I was. I listened and it touched me, taking me the rest of the way. I felt my body contract around him, then expand, and then I was falling. Tumbling over and over and over, cascading out of the sky like rain or falling stars, all without my body moving from where Tony now held me against his chest, his hands buried in my hair, holding it away from my face as he took over, thrusting up inside me.

He kept the orgasm rolling through me. As soon as one ended, another built and spilled overtaking its place until I was a quivering, sweating mess in his arms. Body twitching, boneless as he was as good as his word, taking his own pleasure from me. I let him love me into a blissed out coma and it was by far, the best sex, of my life.