Ingram

The rough pads of his fingers running over my skin, from my neck all the way down, down, down to my tailbone cause shivers to intensify and race down my spine.

From there it’s a meandering path over both butt cheeks, the teasing caress moving over the area again and again until I’m so in tune with him I can feel every ridge in his fingers as my skin bumps and lifts to the touch.

My legs are no better but this time, instead of just a stroke I feel slight pressure and then soft, almost ghost like touches again. My feet, usually so sensitive and ticklish I can’t stand to be touched arch and curl with delight, making me groan and moan a soft plea before the path travels upward again and stops on my thigh, in that soft crease where my ass meets my leg.

Oh! I’m so sensitive there and he knows it. Is now just holding there, not moving, just touching as I fight the need to bump my hips up and spread my thigh to reveal every wet, swollen inch of my sex.

I’d do this, I want to because I need just one touch to get off, a scrape of a fingertip over my labia, maybe the barest penetration as he plays in my juices the way he seems to like.

Just a whisper soft flick of his wet finger over my clit.

But he’s intent this time I see, intent on tormenting me to the point of madness. Gritting my teeth I will myself to relax as instructed and shiver hard when lips start that same journey from my nape, skating over me, over my back, skimming my ass and travelling downward.

I don’t move. I know what will happen if I do and the thought of being this turned on and in need, of not getting off because I moved is so abhorrent I lock my muscles and thighs and bite down on my lip.

Oh God please!

I cry the words silently, knowing he can hear them even if I haven’t allowed them to spill from my lips and yes, God, I feel that smug smile as his lips come back up and stop on my cheeks, hot breath sawing out to fall on the split of my buttocks to heat and stoke at the raging flames burning in my sex.

Now the licking. The slow, tender homage that I should be used to but still drives me out of my mind with lust.

It still confuses me that I feel this level of intense need because I never have before. Sex was always just an outlet for me, something I did to scratch an itch and then walked away from without a backward glance.

Not anymore though. No, now my body isn’t my own anymore. Now I can feel those touches with nothing more than a simple look, the clench of a fist or the sound of a sigh.

Now my body is so in tune and at his mercy that I don’t even need anything more than to know what he wants and I’m ready, my sex heated and dripping, prepared and aching for something I know only he can give me.

“You’re trying to zone out so you don’t feel it so intensely. Stop.”

God! Please, I wail inside, clenching my ass when fingers skate over them, cup the rounded flesh and squeeze the globes, massaging them rhythmically.

I feel the movement between my legs, my sex pulling with every rub and contraction, pushing the need higher and higher until I feel more liquid seep down to cover the skin of my thighs.

“Better. You’re so responsive. I want you to feel everything, all of it and still want more. I want you to come at my slightest command if I will it so and silently beg for just a little more because you can’t help needing me.”

And I do. I do need him, I do silently beg and God help me I crave this obsessive need with a burn that leaves me ragged some days. That’s the problem with obsession, it only grows the longer you feed it and I have been. I’ve been gorging myself, lapping up everything I can because it’s in me now, swimming in my blood and owning me.

The moan I let out is a whispered wail I can’t hold onto and that mouth curves again as my ass is spread to reveal my wet heat.

Just one lick, please. Just a taste and I know I’d go off like a volcano.

He chuckles, knowingly, and I groan, curling my hands into the pillow till I feel my knuckles pop with the strain.

“When you think of me today, I want you to remember it all. Your skin. The anticipation of my mouth. The heat that builds so slowly it hurts. I want you to remember how painfully hard your nipples are, digging into the sheets and yet not getting any relief.”

My nipples tighten further and ache anew at the suggestion, the hardened points now crying out for him as my clit swells further and throbs with a steady beat.

“Good, that’s so good baby. Feel the need for my mouth sucking at them.”

I do. And yet I want so badly. Want more!

“Remember my lips on your body. The way they feel worshiping you. And then remember how good it hurts here when you know my mouth is so close you can feel my breath on your pink, wet skin.”

I’m so aroused and ready to go off I almost move and grab onto him when he seems to shift away, deserting me. I want to howl and kick and scream and demand relief because I’ll never make it through the day in this state and we both know it.

“Sssh.”

When his mouth latches onto me from behind, heat enveloping my opening in a hot rush I do moan. Loud. Long. My breath stalling as pleasure blazes at the point of contact.

I must have spread my legs at one point, not knowing and I’m sure I’ll hear about this later but for now all I can focus on is that mouth and tongue as my legs are shoved upward and out so that he can get closer.

Licking me, lapping at my opening and burrowing inside, I feel the touch all the way to my neglected clit and into my womb as pleasure builds faster and climbs to the pinnacle.

So close.

And then it’s there as his mouth opens over me, covering my whole sex as he sucks hard and spears his tongue deep. That’s all I need and I’m coming. Harder. Longer. More intensely than I ever did before knowing this man.

I clench and contract around the hard muscle and bite into the pillow hard enough to feel my jaw crack as cries of ecstasy leave me and echo around us.

“So sweet and hot. That’s it Ingram, give me your pleasure baby. Come for me.”

I do scream now. I scream his name and push back harder as orgasm splinters me apart and shakes me all over, the aftershocks reverberating stronger before tapering off to soft shivers and then the sated warmth of afterglow.

I pant into the bed, sweating, exhausted and yet so exhilarated I smile as I roll over and push my hair back to look up and greet my lover. My love.

“You’re going to kill me with pleasure one of these days.” I laugh, my hand cupping a cheek as tenderness and emotion well inside me.

Stroking at that dark stubble I look straight into eyes a deep brown that makes me think of chocolate, I do what no one in this world would ever believe me capable of and show tenderness and gratitude for the gift that I’ve found.

“If we gotta go, that’s the way to do it baby. God I love waking up to your sexy body and juicy ass in the mornings. Have I told you lately that I love knowing you’re always hot for me, that I’m the first and only.” He stresses the word. “The only man who can make you hot and wet with just a look.”

“Arrogant! Who’s to say that’s true? I mean for all you know I could totally have something on the side with that new copy boy with the dead tooth. Hhmmm. Yum.”

I giggle when my words cause those eyes to heat and go molten and scream when fingers grab onto my sides and dig in, my ticklish spots sending me into fits of hysterical laughter as I try and fail as usual to get away from the torture.

“Say it!”

“It’s only you you impossible oaf. Jesus, it really can only be you. We have so much freaking sex it’s physically impossible for my poor vagina to survive any more.”

“Good because I’d strangle him with his intestines and tie you to the bed for a week.”

My laughter fades when his joking turns dead serious and the darkness that usually disappears when we’re together creeps back in.

“You know there’s no one else. There hasn’t been since I met you, despite what everyone else assumes.” I say softly, leaning up to kiss him with all the love and passion I’ve only just recently come to terms with.

I’m not like this. Correction, I was never like this before. I used to be the party girl, the extreme screwer as Ginny once joked and then high fived me with respect. I used to be the girl who goes out all night and had a man in her bed for no more than an hour tops before kicking him out.

It was always, no commitment, no ties, definitely no chance of anything that could lead to marriage and babies and all that other junk that used to give me fits.

I was foot loose and…well I was free or as free as I could possibly be considering I have a family that’s…something else.

And now look at me. I am in love. I am enthralled. I am so gone over this man that I can hardly breathe some days because the happiness I feel is so all consuming that I have to stop and pinch myself to believe it.

And yes, I am screwed in the metaphorical sense-let’s not think crudely here people-because I’m not even afraid to be this deep. Not since I’ve come to see that he’s the one.

I hate admitting mama was right because it chills me to the core to agree with the ultimate evil, but there is a man God made just for me. And that man is right here with me.

“Good because I’d kill any man who so much as lays a finger on you. This fat ass is mine. This snarky shell is mine and that sassy mouth is most definitely mine.”

The hip bump that pushes his erection into my moist flesh makes me laugh because he’s telling me without words that that is his too.

“I love you.”

Brown eyes go molten and I see his lips quirk softly before he kisses me again, his pent up passion exploding as he thrusts into me without warning and owns me completely.

“Good.”