Page 23 of Deadly Obsession
EIGHTEEN
JAMES
Warm, wet, sweet, and violent. My mouth was suddenly filled with the purest of passion as my girl convulsed, her pleasure erupting out of her, and I swallowed it all each time without thought.
New kink? No, addiction unlocked.
As her body began to relax from the shock of the orgasm, she raised slightly, allowing me a better opportunity to breathe. Not that I wanted it. I could die a happy man with my face buried between these thighs.
Let her be my headstone so I was always beneath her like this.
“Fuck…” she gasped, her hand reaching down to touch the spot beside my head. “Oh my god… it’s practically dry…”
I lightly licked at her, careful not to overstimulate her after such a strong orgasm. “I would never let such sweetness go to waste,” I said, softly kissing her wet lips.
“Fuck, you are such a good boy. I think it’s time I reward you.
” The words escaped her in gasping breaths as she continued to recover.
She moved down on the bed till she was straddling my hips, pressing my cock to my stomach as she sat her slit against it while sliding back and forth.
“Is this what you want, baby?” She leaned down, the lace of her teddy brushing against my chest and her breath bristling the side of my throat, somehow stealing the air from my lungs.
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, fighting the urge to free myself and take her now.
I liked this side of my harpy, though. She was coming out of her shell more and more every day. I knew almost everything about her past, the good and the bad and the ugly. The strength and courage she was displaying by taking charge like this tonight turned me on to no end.
At some point while I’d been lost in my thoughts, she’d reached down and slipped the tip of my length inside herself. The warm sensation grabbed my soul by the throat, and we both let out a low breath as she slid down my shaft till she reached the hilt.
“You feel so good, throbbing and hard inside me,” she said in broken moans as she began a slow up and down motion.
I gritted my teeth. She was right. She felt so fucking good , but I needed more. I couldn’t resist any longer. As she continued to grind on my cock, I crept my hands up to the restraints, untying each strap from the bed. And then I let loose.
My palms shot to her hips, and she let out a shocked gasp. “Oh my god!”
I pinned her down on top of me and began thrusting up, fucking her from below. She grabbed the sides of my face and swiftly pushed the blindfold up. Our eyes met, locking on to each other as I continued to fuck her.
“Yes, James! Such a good boy! Fuck, don’t stop!” she cried out.
Don’t stop? As if that were even an option.
There was no stopping. I was already on the verge of coming, and I was going to fill my girl with every drop of my seed. “Fuuuuuck,” I growled out as I gripped her tighter. Thrusted faster. Fucked her harder.
When I felt her begin to tremble, letting out the prettiest moan I’ve ever fucking heard, I erupted inside her with a force that I was certain was record-breaking.
She collapsed on top of me, panting hard.
Her arms framing my head against the bed as mine wrapped tightly around her torso.
Both of us laid there for a moment, trying to recover from what had just happened.
“You ass… You could have gotten free that entire time?” she said, a light laugh buried between the hard breaths.
“?Course not. They just happened to get loose.” I chuckled. Moving one hand up to the back of her head, I gently petted her before craning my neck to the side so I could press my lips to her temple. “I think we both need a rinse,” I whispered.
Sera propped herself up on her arms and ran her fingers over my still-wet beard. “That sounds like a good idea.”
Her eyes scanned over my face as her thumb traced my lower lip. The way the candlelight flickered making her pupils sparkle. The flames dancing, hypnotizing me in their magic, and silencing the storm outside.
And suddenly I was back home. Sitting on the hood of my dad’s old Chevy in the middle of one of the pastures, on a warm summer night, watching the fireflies twirl over the tall grass.
There was the remainder of a six-pack of Bud in a cooler beside me, 90s country music playing from a boombox off a burnt CD I’d made in high school.
It was the most peaceful memory I had, the same one I’d escape to when things got bad overseas and I was too scared to sleep and needed to calm my mind.
It was like my brain was overwriting that file, or maybe stitching this one onto it.
“I love you.” That was the second time I’d said it now.
“And I love you, James.” Sera smiled, kissing my lips before jumping off the bed. Totally oblivious to the near out-of-body experience I’d just had. Shaking my head and laughing softly at myself, I got up and grabbed my towel from the bench .
A short while later, we were showered, dried, and wrapped up in blankets, Sera’s head resting on my chest.
“James?” she said softly, the familiar sound of fatigue in her voice.
“Hm?” I responded, my mind half in a haze as I gently stroked the top of her head.
“Are you sure you love me? I mean, it’s not just me, you know. Alex and I are a package deal. Can you see yourself being a dad?” she asked as she traced the tattoos on my chest with a fingertip.
I kissed the top of her head before looking up at the ceiling. “I can. I might not have met him yet, but I love him too because he’s a part of you. Besides, he seems like a pretty cool kid from what I’ve seen of him.”
“Would you want more?” she said with a long yawn.
“Perhaps one or two. Though that’s not just my decision. I’d be happy as long as I have you.” I kissed the top of her head again and awaited a response. But none came.
Sera’s breathing was soft and slow, a telling sign that she’d fallen asleep. Reaching out and picking up the candle on my nightstand, I blew it out and settled in as comfortably as I could without disturbing her.
On a typical night, I’d lie awake for hours, trying to hide from the demons that lurked in my dreams. Tonight, though, with Sera in my arms as I counted the rise and fall of her chest, it wasn’t long before I too slipped off to sleep.