CHAPTER505
I pause and hold my breath for a moment, locking eyes on his as he mouths a silent “I love you” to me. I bite on my lip, slide my palms to his shoulders impulsively, in case I need to stop him, some control if I can’t do this and encourage him with a smile.
He slides into me so slowly it’s almost unbearable, eyes steady on mine and the look of sheer concentration on his face makes me break into a giggle that is completely wrong for the moment. It feels amazingly good though, like I want to squeeze my knees together and make him push further inside of me. I smile when he moves into me some more, almost as though he psychically knew what I was thinking and despite the wave of complete fullness and the urge to moan, another giggle escapes me.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I prod his cheek in a bid to get his face off mine and he only smiles wider and pushes a little deeper, making me gasp, and now I’m wondering if he is even done yet. That seems like an awful lot of sliding in and my body might not manage more, even if it does make my legs go weak and toes curl. My head immediately jumps to images of impaled women with heavily hung devils and I wonder if it’s physically possible to be too small for your boyfriend’s equipment.
“You’re killing the moment, Sophs.” He leans down and catches my mouth with his, pushing my lips apart to kiss me as he eases his way into me fully, the last tiny thrust. My body stretching and filling in a weirdly unique, yet wholly satisfying way, moaning as he moves slightly against me and spasms of pleasure course up my stomach.
Definitely fits.
Gasping a little that the first time we did this he clearly only went half in and now I’m experiencing every inch of him and ‘Oh, my God’ is the only thing my brain can repeat to itself in utter happy surprise. I instinctively slide my hands around behind his shoulders, gripping on, straining to control myself and pull him onto me. My body moving with his as he slowly finds a gentle rhythm and glides within me, sparking another wave of new and equally delicious responses. I fall to pieces and let out a long moan, burying my face in his throat. He lifts his face again over my head, his throat vibrating in my face as he talks to me.
“Are you okay?” He stops mid-thrust and waits for an answer, which only snaps my eyes open and I lean my head back to glare at him in outrage
“SHH! Now who’s killing the moment? Stop stopping.” I scold him, moving my hips so he slides into me again and then moan as the sensation intensifies, completely satisfied that he is doing as he’s told for once. Arrick closes his eyes and for a moment he seems to try and reel in control. Opening them again, he bites on his bottom lip and moves against me with a little more sway, a little more intensity to the way he glides in and out and I catch my breath, gasping as the feelings soar through me and kill all conversation dead. The heat pulsing in my pelvis has spread to every part of my lower body and the only thing that is going off in my brain is just how amazing this feels. It’s all I can focus on.
My hands turn to claws without meaning to, raking my nails down his back as he repeats the move that has us both moaning out, breathing labored. Getting lost as he comes in for another kiss, but like some demon inside of me has been unleashed with what he is doing to me, I cling to him with every thrust, every groan and moan, hands roaming his entire back and shoulders, even gripping his ass when he starts to move with more purpose.
He rocks in against me, hands cupping my face and bodies completely in sync, locking eyes on me, making me crazy with how much my body wants to explode from the one million overwhelmingly amazing sensations ripping through my core with every confident thrust from him. He looks lost in what we’re doing too, unable to keep his eyes on me as they get heavier and shut, tipping his jaw into my neck and breathing against me hard when he ups the tempo and I lose control.
What starts as slow, romantic sex, easy movements and eyes locked, turns hot and hard and completely out of either of our control in what feels like seconds, because I simply turn into some crazy wanton devil who wants more than romantic soft sex.
Like a power of frustration being unleashed in a tidal wave and try as he might to keep what we’re doing on the low key, we are soon grinding, panting and ravaging each another until the bed rocks and the headboard starts thudding off the wall in quick succession. He pulls my knee up on one side to angle into me harder, to help him gain momentum and soon has me pounded to the bed, the springs creaking, biting his lip while he frowns sexily, clawing at his chest and nibbling any part of him I can reach.
Caught up in a frenzy of hard thrusts, groaning, moaning, as my body erupts in a million explosions around him, an orgasm ripping through me so fast, like before, and it completely takes my breath away. I pant, cry out, spasm and arch below him, but do not let go when he tries to give me time to recover. I hold him, urge him not to stop and find the desire returning equally fast to keep going, gripping on tight.
“Don’t stop. Not until we both get there.” I gasp between moans, his mouth against my face as he rocks back into me at speed once more, finding a natural rhythm between us. Arrick pushes my hands to the bed, to control the way I’m spearing him with my nails, fingers entangled, head buried in my neck as he thrusts into me with the pent-up tension that has been building between us for weeks. Grinding into me, making me gasp with every thrust.
He’s still trying to be gentle; I can feel the way he’s holding back, trying to stay in control and I am willing him to unleash himself. I trust him, I want him to be able to be who he is with me too. I don’t believe for one second that my passionate, fight loving Carrero is a tame lover, I can feel so much more bristling within him and I’m urging it to come out and face me. I want that side to him, to be the one who he lets it loose on and shows me what he’s really like.
I wriggle and squirm as the intensity builds again, body on fire, aching, growing in heat and sensation for the second time and feeling like I am about to be torn apart with the summit of this climax. I tighten my legs around his waist in a bid to control how hard he is pounding into me, his hands letting me go as he instead grabs my thighs and sits up to his knees, pulling my body with him so he can lever me, lifting my butt off the bed without changing rhythm. I arch against him, moaning so loudly and reach to claw at him, completely set free and uncaring about how much noise I am making. I find my own natural motion, grinding with his body moving my hips to match the waves of pleasure.
Arrick seems to be starting to let go too, less gentle as he grips me, thrusts harder and looks a lot less serene and calm than the Arry I know. This Arry looks capable of pushing me up against a wall and blowing my mind with hard sex, and yet it doesn’t scare me or take me any place except right here. I want it, I want more.
I push my shoulders into the bed as the first waves sweep up from my toes, heat and tingles engulfing me as I arch so far back that my whole spine lifts up and my pelvis is pushed more into his, making me cum spectacularly. I can’t contain the wracking explosion that hits me, or the way my body convulses for the second time, or literally how crazy wild I go, lost in my ecstasy and release, completely oblivious to anything else. Arrick lifts me up so I’m catapulted against him mid-orgasm, and I end up straddling him as he slumps back onto his ass. He grabs my hips and grinds me down onto his lap so the intensity doubles and I literally cry out in his face, mouth gaping, hard thrusts through every wave until my body can’t take anymore. Gasping in surrender and completely reliant on him to hold me up when my body releases the tidal wave and I stab him with my claws as I grip on through the ultimate climax that wracks me from inside out.
“Jesus, Sophie.” Arrick’s voice brings me around and I realize he’s back on top of me, I’m flat on the bed once more and uncurling my grip from his shoulders, definite puncture wounds from where I grabbed onto him but at least he’s smiling. He rolls off me and flops back on the bed with a massive exhale that makes him sound exhausted so suddenly, raising a shoulder and looking behind him as he does so. “Baby … I did not take you for a scratcher. Holy shit, I look like I’ve been at it with a wildcat. Fuck, that was better than good. I don’t think I expected that turnaround. Are you okay though?” He grins and rolls back to me, kissing me on the mouth as I lie panting and reveling in the left-over tingles still consuming my body. I can barely breathe, let alone smile or react to the fact I have probably scarred him for life. Permanent disfigurement while having sex is surely not normal.
“I’m better than okay, that felt really … really good! And, I’m sorry.” I pant breathlessly, unsure how to feel about the fact that I definitely want to do that again, as soon as I recover my breathing and maybe I should cut my nails off. My body has just met complete satisfaction in a way I never knew it could, and although he did make me cum after Leila’s party, it never felt anywhere near as mind-blowing as these two did. I’m floating on cloud nine and I feel like he should maybe live between my thighs permanently now.
To think I have had him for the last few weeks and haven’t been making use of this all that time.
Pretty sure if I had known what was coming I wouldn’t have let him out of bed for the last few weeks. At all.
“Don’t be. I always did like a little bit of rough. Guess you really are the perfect girl after all. I’m happy that it felt good, that’s kind of the point.” He winks at me and I shake my head at him, sated, exhausted suddenly and completely relaxed in every way as though I have just had ten full-body massages in one go. He looks over his shoulder and then under his arm, feeling with his fingers at his back and upper shoulder for the raised marks that are probably glowing viciously.
“How bad is it?” I ask, regaining a little control and struggle to sit up and see, suddenly feeling majorly guilty that I did get a little wild and maybe I really have hurt him. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it, so caught up in passion and mind-blowing sex that I had no idea I was marking him like a feral beast.
“Bad? I’m being serious. Nothing is more of a turn-on than your girlfriend clawing shit out of you because what you’re doing obviously works for her.” He winks at me; a completely unashamed Casanova move with a twinkle in his eye that makes me eye roll.
“There’s clearly something wrong with you.” I giggle and flop back down, a little smug that I’m realizing we did it. We had sex, from start to finish and are lying here laughing about it and it doesn’t feel weird or wrong at all. I did it. I got through it. I don’t feel anything that I thought I would feel, and not once, while he was inside of me did I compare it in any way or think about the past. I really did it. I’m so happy inside that I cannot even explain the immense wave of emotion it’s causing me.
“You think so? Maybe I’m just man enough to handle you in all your untamed wildness; you look crazily sexy right now.” Arrick smiles and swoops in at me, kissing me on the mouth a little passionately and I seriously wonder how soon he can be ready for round two. Already my little tingly body is limbering up for another go at my hot stallion.
His fingers trace my cheeks and he smiles at me adoringly; for the first time in so long, there’s a complete relaxed look on his face, every part of him satisfied and I wonder how long it’s been since he actually had sex. I don’t want to know. I want to tell myself that since we kissed so long ago, she hasn’t touched him, even though I know that’s probably wrong.
It doesn’t matter. None of that matters anymore."
