Chapter Eighteen
Jacket
For months I’d imagined shoving Bella up against the wall or on top of a bar and taking her so hard she’d walk gingerly up that aisle. That was how I pictured shoving my length into her tight wet pussy. Claiming her for one amazing night before riding off at dawn.
Now I know I have to stay to complete our charade for the weekend but that doesn’t stop me thinking I’ll flip her over the bathroom counter and watch her grip the edges. While her gorgeous bare tits bob in the mirror with every forceful thrust I push into her. I’d have laid money on it that I’d fuck her hard enough to make us both howl like beasts.
This is not what I expected.
Her body is a vision. Like a mirage in the desert and me the man that hasn’t drunk a drop in days. Well if we’re making the dry analogy, I’m parched like a withered cactus and just as prickly. It’s been too fucking long. And she’s too fucking divine. I want to make this last longer than a convict’s last supper. I want to be inside her all night.
She’s shivering but I’m certain she isn’t cold. Because I am too but my flesh is to hard for the quaking to be visible. But I sure feel it.
She takes her sweet time, with gradual steps around the side of my thighs. Her slit parts with every pace and I can’t stop a hitch of my breath at how dripping wet she is. The aroma of her pussy is intoxicating. I could easily tip forward and lap her up but I love watching her. She seems to like me admiring her beautiful curves. I need her to spread herself more. My cock is leaping around in a boiling rage, shoving at the fabric reining it in. It’s driving me insane, making the blood sear through my veins. The thin skin is rasping against the zipper painfully but I won’t release it. She has to free my cock.
I’ve handed control to her.
Her tits heave up and down the closer they move to my face. I have to force myself not to lay my hands over them and squeeze the flesh until it spills through my hard fingers.
Sensing my discomfort, she spreads her thighs wider to edge closer down my legs. Her folds open to my gaze and her twitching pussy almost sends me over the edge. With every sharp hitch of air, I inhale her scent and am drugged high. She tugs the zipper agonizingly slowly all the way down and frees my raging shaft into her small hand.
I groan out and it’s too much. I have to touch her. I’m going to implode if I don't feel her flesh skimming in my fingers. I trail up her left inner thigh, seeing her shiver as I advance and slip into her slickness.
“Fuck, you’re wet baby,” I groan again.
She lets out a small moan as I thumb her lips apart and her clit protrudes eagerly. I stroke across the point. It’s so hard, her triangle points out like a dart and she shudders with every strum across its length.
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
She’s already starting to unravel, beautiful Bella. It’s amazing to watch her pleasure gathering in that exquisite little body. She’s rubbing my length erratically as the sensations start to overwhelm her. She’s panting with the exertion of trying to focus on me while the pleasure drives up through her.
“Touch yourself.” I tell her.
I pick up the pace rubbing circles on her clit, only occasionally giving the point a flick, driving her more crazy with need. She crushes her own tits in her fists then pinches her nipples hard enough to push her orgasm down.
“Uh huh, Baby.” I tell her and apply my thumb pad to the length of her slit. “Come for me right now
She complies immediately, unable to hold back the force a second longer. She clenches and bucks through a long long wave of climax that pulls back gradually like a lunar tide.
“Oh my god,” she moans as I watch the pleasure flood through her features and remain there, pooling, ready for the next wave to come crashing over.
As soon as it recedes, she shimmies the last couple of inches and locates my raging tip in her entrance. Now it’s my turn to gasp at the air as she lowers herself an inch around my head.
“You feel incredible,” I croak out, unable to believe that a woman could feel so amazing.
That this is like nothing I’ve ever known, so different from all the other times. More than anything I’m desperate to thrust my pelvis up, clasp her hips and pull so she slams down and swallows all of my length. I need her tightness enveloping all of my heat, tugging me deep into her body.
But I don’t. I swallow the craving and allow her to remain on top. Slowly inching down my shaft so that every little advance sends me spiraling into madness.
Her head tips back and her mouth opens, giving her the room to reach out for air which seems to have sucked out of the room.
“Look at me,” I command.
She has physical control but the verbal is entirely mine.
She does what I tell her and her eyes look at me, grabbing onto mine with a shared awareness of how searingly overwhelming this is. She swallows and then pants fast, alternating between gulping and breathing almost in time with mine. Every tiny movement down my cock is an explosion of pushing through her resistance. I feel her surrender to me and then come right back to hug me firm in her tight hug.
I need to touch every part of her. My palms are burning with the need to connect to her skin. I clamp lightly around her hips, feeling the swell of her curve and forcing myself not to shove her down on me much as I yearn to. Her soft skin, the firm flesh over the bone makes my cock swell inside her and her walls tighten around me. She lets out a moan of exasperation, the pleasure pushing at her, burning her.
She reaches an impasse. My root thickens and her tunnel resists. She grinds down slowly, agonizingly slowly, forcing her pussy to stretch and take all of me. Then she traces circles, letting out long moaning sighs until she’s rooted on my shaft. The intensity of her impaled around my entire length hits us both at the same time.
She looks at me wide eyed and I almost blurt out something stupid because it’s literally blowing my mind how amazing she is.
There aren’t words big enough to encompass this, aside from those.
She tilts her head to one side and rotates on my cock, opening her channel to me, corkscrewing on the head buried up against her cervix. I’m ready to explode. Looking down at her clit, pushing out as her lips encircle the fat root of my shaft is enough to blow all of me, not just my brain.
“Jacket.” She murmurs my name, a small whimper of surprise.
“Yeah.” I grit back. “Baby.”
It isn't a question, asking what she needs. I know what she needs as much as she knows every last one of mine.
“This is amazing,” she huffs.
She arches her back so her great tits lift up buoyant and inside. The tight end of her tunnel, that feels like no one has ever penetrated before, grazes across my head and I lose it.
In one move, I power my abs to sit up, scoop each ass cheek in my palms and lift the weight of both of us up off the couch. She lets out a shrieking gasp as her weight settles onto my dick and I barrel like a bat out of hell throwing her back down on the bed.
I go down with her, not losing a single inch of that incredible connection inside her. But then I rock in and out, thrusting into her deeper. Like I could push all the way inside her core.
I circle my pelvis with every thrust, reaching deeper, further until I see those pools start to fill again. I watch her climax move through her body but when she clamps around my dick and pulsates in huge spasms, I can’t take any more. I burst inside her, filling her to the end of her pussy with an explosion of seed.
I lower my body to smother her with my chest, careful not to squash her with all my weight. We’re both gasping hard for breath. When we calm enough, I lift up to kiss her lips and peel a damp tress back from her cheek.
Then I haul us both up the bed and collapse on my back. Pulling her in under my arm, I let her settle herself into a comfortable position. She rests her cheek on my chest, her little palm on my abs, trailing a fingertip along the ridge.
I lie there spent, staring at the ceiling in a state of semi shock.
Her breathing is slow, calming as she drifts. Is this happening to me?
“You feel it too right?” I rasp out.