Love Is Blind
Page 15
He’d been so gentle and considerate the first time. Now I was seeing a different side of him, one that was wild and animalistic. I didn’t mind at all. It was exciting. In fact, it brought out the animal in me.
When Chris bit my neck, I moaned and sunk my fingernails into his back, dragging them across his flesh. Holding me firmly in position, his mouth moved lower until he captured one of my hardening nipples in his mouth and roughly dragged his tongue across it.
Pinned there against the wall with the lights on, I felt more exposed than I’d ever been, but modesty was the furthest thing from my mind. Carnal desire consumed me. Panting, I arched my back, thrusting my bare breasts out in offering, the nipples now as hard as pebbles.
Chris’s hands urged my thighs apart. I spread my legs for him willingly, barely even noticing that at some point he must have ripped my panties off. My eyes were half closed and my body was screaming out for him. When his fingers finally caressed my soft mound, exploring my most intimate folds, I shuddered in pleasure.
I didn’t think it could get much better, but I was wrong. He got down on his knees for the second time that night, but this time he wasn’t proposing.
Spreading me open with his hands, he buried his face between my thighs. His tongue felt rough, wet and warm as it probed at my entrance, causing me to cry out. My hands grabbed at Chris’s hair as he lapped up my juices, making me squirm with delight.
“Oh!” I screamed when his attention moved higher and he kissed my engorged button.
He chuckled and did it again, drawing out my pleasure. Uncharacteristically uninhibited, I grabbed his head and pulled it closer, urging him to keep going. I’d never imagined something could feel so good. When he captured my bud between his lips and began to run the tip of his tongue over it in short, rhythmic strokes, I went wild.
“Don’t stop!” I wailed so loudly that the neighbors could probably hear. “Oh! Oh! Chris, it feels so fucking good!”
My hips bucked and my legs trembled as I writhed and groaned. My wanton reaction only seemed to spur him on and he went at my spread, wet sex with a vengeance. He teased and tormented my pulsating pearl mercilessly, his intention clear. He was determined to drive me over the edge and at the rate he was going, I knew it wouldn’t take long at all.
When the orgasm finally hit me, it felt like a freight train.
I screeched until my throat was raw. Finally, when the waves of pleasure became too intense for me to withstand any longer, I pushed Chris away. I would have slumped to the floor had he not grabbed me and laid me out on my back.
He climbed on top of me right then and there.
I was still reeling from the aftershocks of my climax. I wasn’t completely sure I was ready for more action so soon but I didn’t want to deny Chris his pleasure. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel. So I wrapped my legs around his waist and, grabbing the base of his shaft, guided his member inside me.
To my surprise, being filled so completely – and gazing into Chris’s eyes at the same time – immediately felt amazing. He was looking at me as though I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The love in his eyes was humbling and the gleam in them was intoxicating.
My body responded at once and I found myself becoming aroused all over again. The look of bliss on Chris’s face as he sunk into my hot, silky depths set me off. I began to buck beneath him, my body involuntarily squeezing his shaft as my own pleasure swelled.
A second climax hit me hard. I was too exhausted to cry out this time. Instead, I clung to Chris, savoring the way our bodies felt like they were designed to fit together as one. When he clenched his teeth and I felt a spurt of warmth inside me a moment later, I sighed in satisfaction.
Chris collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my heaving chest as he caught his breath. I cradled him in my arms, content to stay like that forever. The sense of peace, companionship and belonging I felt was indescribable. I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Some time passed. I’m not sure how much. I was too busy daydreaming about our future together. Where would it take us? We could travel, buy a house together, start a family…the possibilities were endless. I couldn’t wait to grow old with him. I couldn’t wait to start living.
Chris stirred, raising his head to look at me. I didn’t flinch or try to hide beneath my hair. Instead, I simply smiled at him. His gaze was unwavering and completely accepting. Not once did his eyes even so much as momentarily stray to my birthmark.
“You didn’t insist on shutting the lights off this time,” he marvelled, planting a feather light peck on my collarbone. I could tell he was pleasantly surprised.
“No,” I agreed, “I guess I didn’t. Maybe sometimes it’s more fun to leave the lights on.”
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