Chapter 112

I gasp again, one of my hands fisting in the fabric of the duvet as Christian tugs my panties down over my thighs, and then slips them down my legs and tosses them away like they couldn’t possibly matter, like it offended him that they were there in the first place.

And then I groan as he lowers his mouth to me, giving one long, indulgent lick up my center as one hand reaches upwards, his fingers splaying out over the soft skin of my stomach. His other hand dips lower, touching me just where I want to be touched. I gasp softly, whimpering a little, unable to help it as Christian pulses his tongue against the bundle of nerves at the crest of me.

I start, immediately, to unravel – my eyes pressed shut and my face turned hard into the pillow beneath my head. Because – I mean – Christian has no way of knowing this – but no one has ever kissed me there before – has never licked me like this –

And I moan, hard, almost feral – because, I mean, I had no idea what I was missing out on.

Christian slips two fingers into me, and my back arches against the pleasure of it, hardly able to take him. And even as he begins to pulse his hand in time with his tongue, even as I start to go to pieces for him, I know that this is bigger than just a new sensation.

That half of how amazing this feels is because it’s Christian making me feel like this –

Christian, I’m laid bare before. Christian, with his mouth on me.

Christian, mine. My Christian.

And suddenly – even as my hips start to buck and every nerve ending in my body begs for more, I curl forward, reaching for him. I reach for his face, my fingers wrapping light around the hard line of his jaw, drawing his gaze up to mine.

Because I want him. Really want him – all of him.

Right the fuck now.

Christian looks up at me, I think a little surprised, wondering –

But when he sees the expression on my face he moves instantly, crawling back up over my body and fastening his mouth back on mine. I moan again, desperate, and my hands move instantly to his pants, fiddling with the button there. When I can’t quite get it undone, Christian knocks my hand aside and quickly unfastens the button even as he continues to kiss me. He shoves his pants them down over his hips and taking his underwear with them, kicking it all off in a ragged heap.

As he does my hand moves to his shirt, starting to unbutton, but he beats me to the chase again, reaching behind his head and tugging the shirt off in one smooth motion.

Christian hurls the shirt onto the floor like he’s mad at it, his breath panting, but when he turns his head back to me he pauses for a moment, staring down into my face.

I breathe his name, reaching for him, pressing one palm to his cheek while the other wraps around his neck, pulling him close again.

He resists for just one moment, still staring down at me, looking at me like he can’t believe it. “Iris,” he whispers, shaking his head. “I have waited for this for…”

But I just nod, because I get it. I do. “I know,” I whisper, and then I pull again, and he gives in this time, lowering his body, his skin pressing warm against mine as his mouth finds me.

My body moves by instinct now, my leg wrapping high against his hip as my hand slips between us, down the muscles of his chest, over his abs, and then lower still until I have his hard cock in my palm, thick and heavy with wanting me. He groans for a moment, tearing his face away like he can’t handle it – the way his cock feels against my palm.

I smile, looking at his face as he pants, his eyes pressed shut, loving it – loving the way he goes to pieces for me too. I move my hand then, slipping his cock against my fingers and my palm, marveling at how smooth and soft the skin is, at how hard it is beneath. But this only lasts for a moment – because Christian opens his eyes again, and turns his face back to mine, and locks me with a predatory gaze that lets me know that he’s taking me, right now.

My head falls back, my eyes fluttering shut as Christian takes control again, pressing the tip of his cock hard against the center of me, pressing in just an inch. He pauses then, shuddering, and I lose my mind a little bit, raising my hips hard, desperate to get him inside of me. It works, and Christian groans as his cock slips further in, and then he presses his hips forward and slides entire long, proud length of him in to the hilt.

I moan desperately then, my head thrashing against the pillow, because Christian – he is big, and it hurts with the most delicious ache. He fills every inch of me, stretching me in a way that makes me insane, makes me cry out his name, makes me cling to him, makes me pulse my hips hard against him, wanting more, more.

Christian complies, slipping a hand behind my neck and tucking his face down against my shoulder as he fucks me with long, thick strokes, each one threatening to make me pour over the edge. But somehow, I don’t, the sensation continuing to rise within me as Christian continues to stroke, powerful and steady.

My eyes flutter open, my hands burying themselves in his hair, and I hear myself groaning his name, begging him for more – gasping for him to fuck me harder, faster, to give me all of him. Christian takes his time, though, savoring me, building the pleasure in me as the minutes slip past. But eventually, when I’m moaning hard at every stroke, his composure slips, and Christian loses himself in me too, his hips slapping hard against me as he pounds his dick into me, seeming to go deeper with every stroke.

Suddenly I can’t take it anymore, the tight knot within me building to a peak. “Please,” I beg, “oh, fuck, Christian, please.”

Something about that, about my words, about my begging him sends Christian over the edge. He shouts, his whole body going rigid as groans and calls out my name like it’s a damn prayer. My own pleasure hits me like a wave as I feel him spill into me, giving me all of himself. I groan, my whole body shaking as the sensation races through me, every single one of my muscles locking tense and then going loose with joy, my hips still pulsing hard against him, milking every last drop out of that beautiful cock, wanting more even as I shudder and shake with pleasure.

I’m moaning, gasping for breath when it finally begins to fade, as I come back to myself. But Christian’s there, his arms tight around me even as he pants and lays himself down on the bed next to me, tugging me with him.

It takes me a long, long moment to come down from it, my breath coming in taut little gasps, my eyes pressed shut against the intensity of it. I tuck my face against Christian’s sweat-slick chest, letting him hold me, letting him wrap me up. And it’s only when my breath comes back to something close to normal that I realize that I’m crying, just a little bit.

“Oh, geeze,” I murmur, raising a hand to wipe at my cheeks, terribly embarrassed. I mean, that’s never happened before. Is that normal?

“What?” he whispers, looking down at me with a frown. “Are you – are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” I laugh, but the aftershock still trembling through my muscles betrays me just a little bit. “Or…I mean, I will be.”

He laughs lightly, tugging me closer, his hand slipping down my back to cup my ass. “I’m better than fine. That was…”

I look up at him, waiting, a little smile playing at my lips as I watch his face, taking in his closed eyes, his parted lips. “Well?” I ask after a long, long pause, wiggling a little in his arms, prodding him. “What was it?”

He opens his eyes, smiling as he looks down at me. “I don’t have any words for it, Iris,” he sighs, shaking his head and then dipping it to press a long, lingering kiss to my mouth. “It was everything.”

“You’re everything,” I whisper, cuddling closer to him and tilting my head back, lifting my chin, begging silently for another kiss.

And Christian complies, and keeps complying, kissing me again and again until…

Well. Until I’m ready for more.