Paper Dolls [Book Four]

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by Blythe Stone


  “Too much?” She asked, breathless.

  “Just break me,” I begged, still pained. She was doing it anyway, only slow so it ached a lot more. I ran my fingers up into her hair again at the back of her head, pulling her face into my chest and leaning up and forward, all the way into her, to just feel her softly and breathe.

  She moved her hand down my side and snuck her fingers inward, gently spreading her legs, I felt a practiced stroke at my center.

  I nearly hopped up, legs tensing into hers, nearly shutting myself up with my instincts and my own strength. I hugged her head into my naked body, harder, without meaning to.

  “Shit,” I breathed. I hadn’t expected her. I could never be ready. This position was good.

  She pushed down on the tops of my thighs, pressing my lower body back down onto hers. When she spread her own legs mine came farther apart as well, lowering me practiced ontop of her. She didn’t hold back this time, or measure it. She knew me now, what I could and couldn’t take. As my body naturally sunk I felt her fingers right into me, slow. Her other hand held my ass, to keep me in place and guide me.

  My mouth fell open as I fell forward onto her, using both hands to hold onto the side of the hot tub at either side of her head. As I gasped, legs spreading, I pushed myself down into, her harder. Making love with her, fucking, I felt the shock of her inside- how different she was inside, how right. It could just be that Avery was better at this sort of thing. But for me, it always seemed invisible and chemical. I couldn’t breathe, my hands moved to hold her head and hold her hard in hopes of being still.

  She looked at me, seeing how much I was processing, and slowed a little, dragging it out, moving her thumb over my clit in a solid back and forth. When she slowed she also fought to push deeper inside of me. Her perfect eyes watched and stared.

  “Baby,” I whined, trying to push myself into her. She kept stopping me, controlling me. When she went inside I couldn’t breathe. The second she pulled away I felt cheated and lost. I leaned down over her and kissed her hard while she slowly fucked me.

  I wanted to not breathe. She made me so crazy I wanted her stealing me. I kept gasping for air. Her taste sent me over, making my eyes feel black, my head swim, my hunger rush, hard water on a weakening dam.

  “Uhh! You’re so fucking hot,” I gasped, riding her forcefully, pushing my breasts into her face and my stomach into her breasts and my body down onto her hand and her legs, as my hips rocked to feel her more and drag her touch out, because I needed her, I needed her so much. The water sloshed around us but I was almost gone, completely losing myself in her touch. With Avery I could be such a needy animal.

  She held me tight with one arm while she moved with me, making it smooth and easier for me to feel her inside. It made me move even faster and she kept up, kissing my skin and leaving little bites here and there while she fucked me.

  “You’re so right,” I felt myself saying through strained vocal chords and the spreading, of sensation, of pleasure.

  She was leading me to release, cradling me, sheltering me through it.

  I looked down, seeing how in tune, she was so with me. The second I looked, her head moved back and I saw her eyes as they flickered for me, the heat had flushed her cheeks and she was dazed but she met me with openness and wonder, her mouth hanging open just enough.

  That was all I needed. Just one look at her serene wrapped expression.

  My eyes rolled back and I pushed down into her extra hard, forcing her to fuck me harder and faster, pulling her face into my body and hugging her through my release as I gasped in loudly and eventually wailed.

  She must’ve felt it, she stayed inside of me, letting me ride it out all the way.

  My body had fallen all the way into hers, going slack and becoming virtually dead.

  “Fuck,” I panted, through small hollow whines and breaths. I moaned for her still as I felt her softly kissing my chest and my breasts. All the sounds came out of me freely. I didn’t force them and I didn’t even try to hold back, I hadn’t the strength, I had to come down.

  When my will returned I leaned back just enough to find her lips and kiss her needily, fully drowning in her proper. I had a wealth of love to give away. I’d saved it all for her.

  My fingers barely had life in them and my whole body was shaking in a good way from being drained of it’s need to physically exist. Reaching and fumbling, lazily, my fingertips found strength enough to cradle her face and show her love. Loving her energized me. There would always be that need in me to return everything full-stop, be unrelenting, drain her too and take her in. The longer I kissed her, the stronger I became.

  I always wanted us equal. If she drained me I needed to take from her like this. Our balance was always somehow shifting. Together we formed a world. Right now she was weighted, anchoring me as I was tethered and floating.

  Her hands were strong on my thighs, pulling me down to earth, keeping me with her as she moved through my weakness and tried to fill me up and revive me. She gave me weight.

  I shook with desire, tugging her hair a little harder as I felt her suck my nipple into her mouth.

  Again I floated but she caught me and held me with her.

  “Babe,” I whined, needing to give.

  I flipped my hair to the side and licked the skin of her neck right over her pulse. That was the surest way to win her. A touch from me there always brought her to soften.

  I felt her hand in my hair. She pulled to keep me there.

  Everything about the way she breathed turned me on.

  “We missed the sunset, didn’t we?” I whispered, tugging her hair as I pulled back and rolled my body into hers again, this time just to feel her legs under mine, her whole body mine for the taking. I wanted to watch her and see what I did.

  “It won't be the last one,” she said, her voice hoarse from her silence. “No regrets. That was better than a sunset anyway.”

  The sky was orange and pink now, I only noticed when I leaned back and looked up.

  “What was better?” I asked, teasing her. I’d trade all the sunsets I’d ever seen to have her if I ever knew before how great this would feel.

  I kissed her again, stopping her from answering. After sex I couldn’t help but react a bit more to everything. I whined in her mouth, tasting her and hoping the taste would forever stay.

  Things always faded. It wasn’t fair.

  Every now and then she’d renew me. This was one of those times.

  I sat up and reached over for the strawberries, pulling one out and bringing it up to her lips and offering it to her.

  She looked up at me and smiled. As soon as she bit it I dove in and kissed her again, tasting the extra sweetness and stealing the strawberry away.

  I pushed on her chest, parting us and chewing so I could greedily swallow.

  “I think I’m hungry now,” I smiled.

  Life was stupid like that. Before I’d made a lovely meal I couldn’t eat. Right now I was ravenous but mostly because of her.

  I leaned forward and kissed her again.

  The strawberry taste on her tongue cured so many of my ails. I could drink her for days and never tire.

  “You taste addicting, like madness,” I said, eyes closed as I swallowed again and my face scrunched in frustration. When she let me have her, I felt more than lucky, I felt akin to a god…

  She was so many things to me and right now she was my ambrosia…

  I kissed her again, taking extra care to drink her in as my lips fought to keep her and to take.

  I wondered if she liked my greedy side or hated it. Often times I could not say.

  She’d been quiet so long… I wondered where her thoughts were, did she too feel like a god? Was I her ambrosia? Or was I her sweet puppet, her sad little pet, always needing and asking things of her?

  Either way, I loved her all the same and, we needed this revival. No other situation could have propelled us up to speed, not like this.

  To Be
Continued...

  End Note

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