BLYSS (Blyss Trilogy #1)

by J. C. Cliff

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  As he spreads my legs open, parting them with his knees, he lets out an appreciative moan. He makes me feel so beautiful, and I tremble as he licks his lips, swallows hard, and whispers, “I want to taste you, Julianna.” He moves his gaze from my opening and pierces me with a riveting and hungry stare. “Can I?”

  He’s asking me? I’m flabbergasted. All I can do is nod my head, and he begins running his hands up the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart, exposing me to the open air. I feel the contrast of the cool air in the room flow across my flaming core, and I can’t get any more turned on. “Travis…please...” I cry out desperately. He’s taking his sweet time, taunting me, teasing me.

  “Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?”

  Before I can sass back, his entire mouth is upon me. His warm tongue licks between my swollen labia, and I grab the comforter, fisting it violently. Holy shit, I have never…”Oh, my God...Travis…” I gasp for air.

  His tongue pushes through my opening and sinks into my core. He flicks it in and out of me with languid, long strokes, tasting the inside of me. My legs uncontrollably begin to quake, the sensations becoming too intense. “I’ve barely just begun,” he breathes over my pussy in a heated voice. He gazes up at me with hooded eyes while he slowly inserts two fingers inside me. I drop my head back, letting the feeling of ecstasy wash over me. “You’re so wet,” he says in awe. His fingers work in and out of my core, and I feel my body building toward something sweet. He spreads and turns his fingers around deep inside me, stretching me, and my mouth drops open as I fight for air. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

  “Oh, Travis,” I pant, “yes, you feel so good.”

  “Look at me, I want you to watch this.” He gruffly commands.

  I lift my head, and look down to see his eyes penetrating mine, swirling with heated passion. The erotic and vulnerable scene before me that this man has created takes my breath away. As he continues to work his fingers, he moves his mouth to my bundle of nerves, never breaking eye contact with me. I watch as he teases my clit by slowly tracing circles around it, while still thrusting his fingers inside me. The feel of his wet, warm tongue feels deliciously sinful, and I instinctively lift my hips, seeking something more from him.

  “Travis...I need…” He arches a brow, and then opens his mouth to cover my clit in its entirety with his warm tongue. He works feverishly, flicking his tongue back and forth over my sensitive nub. My legs continue to shake against my will, and my toes literally curl. “Oh…my…God…” Multiple sensations bombard me all at once, and watching him do this to my body becomes my undoing. I’ve been so sexually pent-up having these drugs running through my system that I can hold out no longer, and I detonate. “Travis, don’t stop, please…Oh! I’m coming...oh, God…” I’m in a free fall, and I embrace every second of these exquisite sensations crashing throughout my body.

  My hips undulate with a mind of their own, grinding against his fingers and mouth as he keeps a strong suction on my clit. It’s all so intense, and I hear myself scream Travis’ name. All too soon, it’s over, and I lay on the bed panting in an obliterated mess. “That feeling doesn’t last nearly long enough,” I pant.

  He chuckles, giving me one last, lingering kiss on my sensitive nub. He then begins trailing slow and meandering kisses up my stomach until he reaches my breasts, where he wraps his lips around a nipple, suckling and rolling it around with his tongue. My hands move to his head, and I thread my fingers through his thick hair. I let out a low moan and arch my back, pulling him further into my breast. I want to feel his bare chest and naked body over mine, and it suddenly dawns on me that he’s still fully-dressed. The question plagues me, and I ask, “Travis, why are you still dressed?”

  He freezes for moment and something crosses his face, but I’m not sure what I saw. Regret, maybe? He doesn’t answer me; he releases my nipple, gets up from the bed, and heads toward his bag. I sit up, curious as to what he’s doing, and I find myself ogling his fine ass instead. I watch him remove his shoes, and after he grabs the bag from the floor, he turns around to catch me staring. He gives me a big grin. “You checkin’ out my ass again, young lady?”

  I let a small giggle escape from my lips. “I cannot tell a lie; I want that cherry tree.” The smile fades from my lips as those words come out and the reality of the situation smacks me in the forehead...again. He’s going to pop my cherry. Shit, I hate this internal battle.

  He rushes back to my side and climbs onto the bed to console me. “Hey, there’s no reason to be nervous, not with me. I’m not going to hurt you.” He straddles my lap with his muscular thighs and wraps his hands gently around my shoulders. “I’ll talk you through it, each and every step of the way.” His eyes search mine for a moment; then he kisses my forehead, trying to quell the conflict in my mind.

  “That won’t help, Travis. I don’t want to know too much. My nerves are too frayed. Never having done this, I don’t know what to—“

  “Shh,” he whispers, his fingers gently pressing against my lips, “how about I just make you feel? Seems we do best in that category anyway.” I nod my head in agreement. “Just to let you know, this is new to me, too. I’ve already broken a shit load of my own personal rules.”

  What personal rules has he broken? I go to ask, but his fingertips press a little harder against my lips.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” he says, shaking his head, “no talking, just feeling.” My anxiety is still front and center, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on. He leans down only inches from me, his bold, glistening eyes speaking volumes. “I swear to you, I will ruin you for all others; that’s how good I’m going to make you feel.”

  As the words are whispered from his lips, my breathing picks up. My tongue slips out to wet my lips at the thought, and it makes contact with his fingers there, tasting myself on his flesh. My hands find themselves resting against Travis’ thick thighs, and the feel of his flexed muscles under my hands has me growing wet again.

  “You like that sweet talk, don’t you, baby?” Yes, yes I do. I give in to my body’s demands and begin to relax, allowing the Blyss to filter through my veins, and Travis senses my sudden surrender. “That’s it, baby. Give into your body’s desire; let me show you how good this can be.” He removes his fingers from my lips and replaces them with a soft kiss. He lingers over me and whispers, “I give you my word—I will not hurt you. You’ll be so drunk on desire you won’t know which end is up.”

  He grabs the bag beside us and opens it up. He gives me a shit-eating grin as he pulls out sex toys, vibrators, and different lubricants. I gape at him with trepidation, the look on my face giving me away, but his playful grin doesn’t disappear. He holds up a pink dildo for me to see, and my eyes go wide. “Say hello to BMX,” he tells me, then he waggles it in his hand.

  “Oookay...” I say with speculation while I stare at the pink item, wondering where he’s going with all of this. “Why?”

  “Because much like the bike, it has ten speeds, and we’re going to use every one of them,” he replies.

  I can’t help it—the joke is so damn corny, I burst out laughing. He is a master at breaking the tension, and I shake my head at him with false admonishment.

  “What?” he asks. “You don’t like my quick wit?”

  “It’s corny wit, Travis.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got you’re corn cob right here,” he says playfully. He does that thing with his tongue again, where he rests it against his upper canine, and my belly dips and clenches.

  He lifts his hand to lay the palm flat against my chest over my medallion. I feel his fingers spread out over my skin, and my heart rate spikes. He gently pushes me backwards so I’m laying down flat again, and I can see my chest rising and falling—but whether it’s from apprehension or excitement, I can’t tell. Maybe it’s both. I look up and see his eyes have turned sultry, glimmering with raw desire. I remain quiet as his rough hands begin to car
ess my chest with smooth, light strokes.

  I want him so badly, and—God, help me—I can’t seem to distinguish between my real feelings and the drugs. He shifts his bodyweight, laying down by my side. Pulling my right leg over his left, he spreads my legs open and traps it in place. I swallow hard. “Travis...”

  He shakes his head. “No words. Just let me make you feel good.” He leans down, resting his weight on his elbow, and begins a seductive dance with his tender lips on mine. He’s irresistible, and I could get drunk on his kisses. I try deepening the kiss, but he pulls back to tease me with the tip of his tongue. I fight for it, but he’s keeping his hot kisses just out of reach. I moan in frustration but continue to chase him. It’s erotic, and I feel my muscles clench deep within my belly. He eventually allows me more of him as he slowly circles his tongue around mine, and I begin to pant.

  Suddenly, his mouth closes over mine with such force that my head is pushed back into the pillows. I feel his hand fumbling around on the other side of me, searching for an item from the bag. He must find what he’s looking for, because all too soon, I feel a thick, cool gel being expelled into the opening of my heated core, creating an arousing contrast in temperatures as he applies it to my swollen labia. In my peripheral vision, I catch a quick glimpse of him grabbing the pink vibrator before he has it positioned at my entrance, yet he never breaks eye contact with me.

  This is really going to happen, I think to myself, and I feel my heart rate pick up once again. My eyes shut involuntarily, hiding me from the humiliating predicament. I clench my fists tightly, preparing for pain, embarrassment, and mortification.

  His deep, rich voice echoes in my ear, bringing me back. “Open your eyes, Julianna. I want you to keep them open. Keep your eyes focused on me.” I do as he says, submitting to his command, and when I open my eyes, I’m taken aback by the look of pure, raw, unbridled passion written all over his face. I become less tense when I allow myself to get lost in his glistening green eyes, always seeming to find comfort there.

  “There’s nothing wrong with taking your pleasure,” he whispers heatedly as he begins to move the wand with a gentle, back-and-forth motion, skirting over my opening. He doesn’t put the toy inside me right away; instead, he begins to tease me by turning on the vibrations, then dances the dildo between my clit and outer folds. Holy hell! My hips buck upward in response. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.”

  I want to feel his hard body over mine; I want to escape into everything that is Travis. “Travis, kiss me, please,” I quietly plead, and he doesn’t hesitate. With his passionate kisses and the vibrator working its magic over my pussy, I groan into his mouth.

  He begins a pattern, sliding the toy back and forth over my opening, then swirling it around my clit. Sliding his tongue over mine, he mimics what he’s doing to my opening.

  “You are so damn sexy,” he whispers over my lips with heated breath. My heart is beating wildly in my chest as my passion rises to heights untouched before. I feel the vibrator increase in speed against my core. My free hand grabs onto his bicep, and I squeeze his thick muscle as the vibrator swirls, playing just inside my entrance. It’s not enough.

  “Travis,” I plead, “please, I need more.”

  He doesn’t disappoint. He increases the intensity of his kiss, and I give him every bit of the passion I have. My body is speaking to his with unspoken words of want and desire for him.

  He slowly begins to tease the tip in and out of me, going a little deeper with each thrust, testing my ability to take it without pain. I’m so turned on, and I wish this was his cock driving in and out of me. I let a whimper of frustration escape from me.

  “That’s it, baby. Reach for it; let the feeling take you away.” While the toy vibrates on high, he suddenly thrusts it all the way in and holds it there. I let out a loud gasp and hang onto his bicep for dear life, digging my nails in hard. “Shh, the worst is over now,” he whispers against my lips.

  Surprisingly, the pain dissipates quickly, leaving behind a need to move against the fullness. I relax the death grip I have on Travis’ arm and catch my breath. “Good God, you’re amazing,” he murmurs and begins trailing hot kisses from my lips to my neck, ending at my breasts. When he reaches my pink nipple, he slips it into his warm, moist mouth and gently suckles. At the same time, he begins moving the vibrator tenderly in and out of my wet core. My chest heaves, breathing in a gasp of air. The combined stimulations assaulting my body have the beginnings of an orgasm of stellar proportions building deep within.

  “Oh, God, Travis!” The sensations are driving me crazy, overwhelming my senses. I hear the wetness of my pussy making slurping sounds alongside the buzz from the dildo.

  “You hear that? It’s your pussy making hot, wet, sucking sounds, begging to be fucked.” He groans and takes my other nipple into his mouth. “So damn sexy.” The rhythm in my core builds to a crescendo as he wildly plunges the toy in and out of me, harder and faster. He moves his body out of the way and hovers above me. “Look down, baby. I want you to see how your perfect body is working for its release. Grind on it. Watch it slide in and out.”

  Oh, shit. This is incredible. He sits up, grabs another vibrator by my side and clicks it on. When he places it on my clit, I instantly go wild, flying away in a whirlwind of frenzied fire. My hips have a mind of their own, bucking and straining, chasing my building orgasm.

  “Travis…please…I want you…” I gasp between breaths. I want nothing but this man. I want his raw flesh, skin-on-skin, deep inside of me. I cry out, my toes curl, and I’m on the brink again.

  Suddenly, out of nowhere, everything stops, and my eyes open wide in shock. The immediate loss after I was just getting ready to slip over the edge into a blissful orgasm makes me want to scream.

  “Travis, what the—“ I quit mid-sentence as I watch and feel him apply more lubricant to my folds.

  He glances my way and says, “What’s the matter?” He tilts his head to the side, looking at me skeptically. “You know, I’m not sure you really want it, Julianna…I mean, really want it.”

  I’m sure bewilderment of epic proportions crosses my features. I can’t believe this shit! I shake my head at him. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Then show me,” he taunts, “show me, Julianna... just... how... bad... you want it.”

  “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  He lifts his brow. “Does it look like I’m joking?”

  No, he certainly doesn’t look like he’s joking, so I shake my head no. The vibrators crank up again and he slides one into my vagina, where I can feel the excessive amount of lube he just placed there, and more erotic, wet, and naughty sounds overtake me. I begin to move my hips back and forth, then I work in circles as he works the vibrator.

  “Not good enough, Julianna, give it to me; give in to me.” The jerk is now teasing me, hovering the vibrator just on the outside of my pussy lips. “Come and get it, baby. Work those hips; give your hungry pussy what it wants.”

  It finally dawns on me. I finally understand what he wants—complete surrender, to let my body go and to just feel. He wants me to relinquish myself to every alluring sensation he’s creating for me. I give him want he wants, as I give in to ecstasy my body is demanding I take. My body takes over, going wild with free and unrestrained motion as I let every animalistic urge unleash.

  “That’s it, baby. Spread your wings and fly.”

  He applies more pressure with the clitoral vibrator and rubs it in tiny circles, causing my hips to mimic his movements. The vibrations increase in intensity, as he relentlessly plunges it in and out of me at an angle that sends me flying.

  Every nerve ending in my clit sings high soprano, shattering something inside me, and I’m ready to detonate. I scream out and frantically take what my body, mind, and soul have been begging for.

  “That’s it, baby. Clench your muscles around it; feel me plunging in and out of your greedy pussy. Let yourself go,” he urges.

  I let go
with a vengeance, my legs trembling uncontrollably, and I savor every second of the orgasm, letting it take control over my entire being. Travis stretches the orgasm out by ceaselessly continuing his assault. Suddenly, all of those sensations become too much, and I let out a cry of despair. “Stop, Travis...stop...please!”

  “Uh-uh, no, Julianna, work through the pain and pleasure. You have no choice; I’m not relenting. Clench your pussy harder and keep giving yourself over to the feelings. Circle your hips and keep working for it, wanting it, reaching for it, squeeze again,” he instructs, his voice becoming a mantra.

  I scream out in a battle cry at the top of my lungs as I work my kegel muscles, the pain and pleasure continuing to rack my body. The intense tingling and numbing sensation has escalated all over again, and I’m thrown into another orgasm, this one far more intense than the first one, and I find myself out of breath.

  After coming down from the high, I can only beg weakly for Travis to stop. “Please, Travis...”

  “That was beautiful.” Travis slows the toys’ movements and brings their vibrations to a stop as I come down from my spasms.

  “Holy hell,” I moan with labored breaths. Not only have I never had an orgasm so intense, I’ve never had multiples. I look to Travis and his chest is heaving, his feral, lust-filled eyes searing me with unspoken need. I glance down at his erection, not believing I have such an effect on him. I can see the entire outline of his thick cock straining against his tight-fitting jeans, and I’m overwhelmed by how much I want him.

  “That was without a doubt the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he hisses.

  I gaze into his turbulent eyes, confessing, “I want you. I want you to be the first one to have me, Travis. Please, don’t make me beg,” and then I throw him the same lines he fed me earlier. “You want this; I know you do. I can tell by the way your body responds to mine.”