Forfeit

by Stoneley, Zara

  His tongue flicked slower, softer and he sucked ever more gently until her body was still, and then he kissed over her mound, nibbling at the delicate skin. Slowly he moved up her body, teasing at her waist with teeth and tongue until he reached her breasts. He lay alongside her, propped up on one elbow as he teased her nipples with strong fingers, his tongue circling each one in turn, flicking over the very tip until she shuddered, alternating the heat of his warm mouth with cold blows of air that left her skin tingling. Her body lifted from the bed, arching up towards him in invitation, and he took her breast in his mouth, opening to take as much as he could, drawing hard until she cried out, then his hand was playing with a cunt that was still swollen, still warm and wet with want. His fingers were playing a tune against skin that burnt with desire as she tipped her hips up to meet him, torn between her need to be suckled deeply and her need to feel him inside her damp core.

  She gasped as he pressed her clit and suddenly the throbbing reached breaking point, her hips bucking clear of the bed, and he was rolling between hot thighs slick with her juices, had pushed into her with one hard thrust that sent her to another place as she wrapped her legs round him, thrusting her hips up, screaming as she came, each pulse of her pussy echoing through her body as her legs tightened around him and her hands clutched at his shoulders, his arms, her nails raking his skin.

  As she rocked around him his mouth came down on hers, punishing, his tongue plundering her warmth, and she could taste his arousal, his need as slowly he built up the rhythm again. She could feel him hardening, growing inside her as he strove deep, his balls tight against her, and she rose her shaking body to match each thrust. Then she was reaching high again and she knew he was going with her, and this time his cry of exultation filled her mouth, her throat, as his release shot deep inside her pussy, bathing and warming the entrance to her womb, filling the very core of her.

  He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, staying buried deep inside her, and as she lay on top of him she could have sworn each beat of her heart matched his.

  The stroke of his hand over her hair was comforting, warm, possessive, and she could feel herself melting further into him in a way she didn’t think was possible, then gradually the sweeps lengthened as strong fingers twirled her hair so that she could feel it feathering against her back. She gave an involuntary shiver, not wanting to move, to say anything that might stop the sensual pleasure. She could feel her nipples hardening against his chest. ‘I love the way your body responds to me.’ His soft voice stirred feelings deep in her stomach, a voice thick with promise and seduction. His hand travelled down her back in smooth, steady strokes, cupping her bottom and then moving back to her shoulder, smoothing down her sides, making her tense as it hit her sensitive waist.

  She could feel him swelling inside her again, feel her pussy clench in response, and she lay still across his chest, not daring to move. ‘Look at me, Cat.’ She lifted her head, rested her chin on his chest and stared into his eyes, darker than the deepest sea. And still his hand stroked over her body rhythmically. ‘No one’s ever made me feel like you do.’ His thumbs stroked the edge of her breasts as his hands continued their lazy, seductive dance, and she felt like her skin was alive, as though she could feel every bit of herself. Each nerve-ending was on fire, each part of her slowly igniting, the heat spreading, rolling like a forest fire through her, gathering between her thighs. She gasped as the sensations built, and still he never took his gaze from hers, and where before she would have moved now she let the sensations take their own steady route through her body, flesh a mere vessel for feeling.

  ‘I never want to let go of you, Cat, never want to lose this.’ She could feel the heat building in her core, feel her labia swelling, warming, feel her pussy cocooning his cock, wrapping closer round him as he spread inside her, filling her. His eyes were as dark as night, his breathing as uneven as hers. Her muscles tightened round him of their own accord, and as she squeezed, his face tensed, then he rolled her beneath him as naturally as a wave rolled on the shore, his hips easing closer against hers, his mouth in her hair, on her neck as their bodies gently rocked, each small movement magnified by the stillness of before. Slowly he moved, playing her as a musician would tease music from an instrument, a bow sliding over internal strings that vibrated with new intensity.

  Then the stillness started to splinter, cracks spreading rapidly out, and she felt as if she was exploding from within, the waves resonating through her like a giant tidal wave that had built from a tremor to a tsunami.

  ‘I meant it, Cat.’ His voice was muffled against her skin as he kissed her shoulder. ‘I’m not going to let you just walk away.’

  ‘Oh.’ She shifted under his weight. ‘How you gonna stop me, big boy?’

  ‘Well, I can’t see you getting far right now.’ He ground his hips against her and she groaned.

  ‘You can’t stay there for ever, though.’

  ‘Want to bet on it?’ He was nuzzling her neck, starting up prickles that were heading straight for her breasts.

  ‘Stop it.’ She tried to sound assertive but couldn’t help the laugh that shot out of her as his nuzzles turned to nibbles. She wriggled, grinning as he groaned.

  ‘You gonna stay?’

  ‘Maybe. I quite fancy finding out what other fantasies have been filling your rude thoughts.’

  ‘Ah, so you’re just after my dirty mind?’

  ‘Naturally.’

  He bit her neck and she squealed, lashing out in response, punches that fell without effect on his body. ‘I do wish you’d at least flinch.’

  ‘And what kind of a pussy would that make me?’ He reached down deceptively quickly, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head, a move which sent a shard of want straight between her legs. She reached round, trying to bite his arm, and he laughed, effortlessly capturing her other hand, holding both wrists in his large one. ‘Tut, tut nasty girl.’ He edged over so that he was on one side of her and had access to her body.

  ‘So what number have we got to on your fantasy list?’

  ‘Two, three … How’s a man supposed to concentrate when you’re wriggling about like that, distracting him?’

  ‘Not very good at maths, are you?’

  ‘I’m sure I’ve got it written down somewhere, or we could just ’ he circled his tongue round her navel ‘ start at the beginning again to make sure.’ He traced a line of damp heat up toward her breasts. ‘We don’t miss anything.’ He circled her nipple with a fingertip, watching intently as it hardened, tightened into a dark peak.

  ‘Don’t stare like that.’ She wriggled a bit harder, kicking out, which she should have known was a bad idea as, with a laugh, he pinned her legs firmly down with one hard thigh.

  Cat stopped wriggling and started wondering if she’d ever have any control over her body when he was in the vicinity. Looking, touching, and making her forget everything else. Which reminded her. ‘Hey, what did you want to talk to me about?’

  ‘Tell you.’ He ran a finger down her stomach, sending a new shiver through her, his eyes following its line. ‘I wanted to tell you something, Cat.’ She could tell him to stop, but she didn’t really want to.

  ‘Well?’

  ‘Well?’

  ‘You can be so bloody annoying at times.’

  ‘I know.’ He laughed, a rich, testosterone-laced laugh. ‘You like it. OK, OK, no need to glare at me.’ He let go of her hands and swept her up so that she was lying on top of him, her body matched with his, every dip and curve slotted together perfectly.

  ‘Well what --?’

  ‘Shush, woman.’ He put a finger to her lips and stared intently straight into her eyes.

  ‘I like it when you look into my eyes.’

  ‘I like it too, especially when you come. It makes me feel so close to you, for a moment you’re so with me, so open, as though it’s just me and you sharing everything.’ She didn’t speak, just matched his gaze. ‘That one perfect moment when nothing
and nobody else matters.’

  She felt a shiver. What did they say? A ghost walking over your grave? For a second she wondered if she really wanted to hear him say any more, was tempted to stop him, go back to kissing, enjoying each other’s bodies.

  ‘I love you, Cat. I wanted to tell you I love you.’

  She swallowed, too late. ‘But I …’ She drew back ever so slightly, and she wouldn’t have even known she’d done it if his grip hadn’t tightened imperceptibly around her.

  ‘It doesn’t matter if you can’t say it back; I just wanted you to know. You’re my woman. I don’t want to share; I just realised I don’t do sharing where you’re concerned.’

  She felt the smile creep onto her face. When had she said those words to him? It seemed like a lifetime ago. ‘That’s handy, then. Nor do I.’

  He was still looking at her intently, as though seeing her for the first time. ‘I want you to be mine, every bit of you, OK? Do you think you could stand being Mrs Mulholland for a bit longer?’

  ‘Forget the agreement, everything?’

  He nodded. ‘Forget the divorce.’

  ‘Maybe.’ She rocked her hips slightly, feeling the way his semi-hard cock stirred between her thighs. ‘There are certain advantages to it, I suppose.’

  ‘Witch.’

  ‘On one condition.’

  He groaned, shut his eyes, then opened them when she didn’t speak. ‘You and your bloody conditions.’

  ‘Sex. I want plenty of sex. Lots and lots of rude, dirty sex and ’ she paused ‘ lots of long afternoons of sensual making love.’

  ‘And mornings?’

  ‘Mmm, and mornings, evening, nights, you name it.’

  ‘I do love you, Cat.’

  ‘How do you know?’

  His mouth quirked into a smile. ‘Well, I don’t mind the way you nick all the bedsheets and I love the way you keep me awake with your snoring.’

  ‘I don’t snore!’

  ‘How do you know? And I love the way you insist on leaving the loo seat down, and your annoying habit of plumping up cushions, and I love ’ his hands tightened on her waist ‘ having my hands just here, and ’ slid down to her bum ‘ just here. OK?’

  ‘No, you can carry on a bit more. Don’t stop now.’

  He sighed. ‘I love the way you interrogate me, and the way you snuggle up to me to warm your cold feet.’

  ‘Brent?’

  ‘Oh, is that enough, Miss Demanding?’

  ‘Not yet. I just wanted to tell you I love you too. Even if you are bossy and poke your nose into my business and think you always know best.’

  ‘I do know best, and you do need poking.’

  ‘I do need poking.’ She fought to keep her face straight. ‘At least we agree on that one thing.’

  ‘So I might be able to persuade you to stay?’

  ‘Maybe.’

  He grabbed hold of her and she squealed as he lifted her effortlessly up off him in one easy movement so she was sitting on his chest, his eyes darkening with intent as firm hands pulled her unresisting hips forward to position her exactly where he wanted her, astride above his face. ‘Then I know exactly where I’m going to start.’ And he held her firm as he raised his head slightly and his skilful tongue found the sweetness it had been waiting for.

  Cat gasped at the sudden intrusion, a gasp that gave way to a deep sigh of contentment mingled with want as her thighs slowly parted further and she sank down, knowing ecstasy was already heading her way.

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