Page 11 of Valor
If I thought he was a tease before, he showed me different. The real torture begins. He starts by looking up at me, his eyes raw with intensity, like I’m the only person in the world and he’s going to do whatever he wants to me. “Keep your hands here,” he orders, and squeezes my fists where they have a stranglehold on the blankets.
I nod emphatically.
He releases my hands and moves back down between my legs, only pausing to nuzzle my belly and send me another heated look. He spreads my legs wide again, his touch just south of bruising, and there’s no hesitation before he latches on to my clit with his mouth as he simultaneously thrusts two thick fingers inside me.
I didn’t need anymore foreplay. I’ve been hovering close to the edge ever since the shower when we were interrupted. He hones my G-spot with expert precision. Years of practice have given him a PhD in all the things that turn me on. He uses his knowledge with ruthless abandon.
His mouth sucks my clit deep, his tongue flicking with precision. The fingers inside me thrust relentlessly, the sensation almost unbearably good. I groan, my arms and legs quaking as I strain to reach completion.
Ben releases me long enough to say, “You’re so fucking hot. I want you to come on my face the first time. I want to taste you on my tongue.”
Before I can even answer, his mouth returns to my clit and I lose the ability to speak. He shifts, but I barely notice. All my attention is on his mouth and fingers. Then, he presses his thumb against the pucker of my rear entrance and my eyes go wide with surprise and I moan as it slips inside.
It’s too much, all of it is too much. Sensation attacks me from all directions. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers thrusting against my G-spot, his thumb nudging my ass. The pleasure mounts and mounts until I scream, exploding against his mouth, back arching off the bed.
My brain short circuits for a while and when I come back to reality, he’s moving me up the bed because my limbs have turned to liquid. He arranges my head on the pillows, my arms useless by my sides, then opens my legs to move between them. He’d removed his suit at some point, but I don’t recall watching him, which makes me frown. Seeing him peel off those layers had been a fantasy of mine all evening. Maybe I’ll have him put it back on later so I can watch him take it off. The thought makes me smile.
I thought he was going to slide into me then, fill the ache that was already growing, but instead, he slid the thick head of his cock over the still sensitized nub of my clit. The smile disappears from my face. It feels so good, but at the same time it’s not nearly enough. I want him inside me.
I try to tell him as much, but it comes out on a moan.
He gives a dark chuckle, brimming with satisfaction. “What was that, baby? You like it?”
I growl in frustration, my hands biting into his flesh, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He certainly doesn’t change his movements. If anything, his thrusts lengthen, until the slightest twinge sends spears of heat all along my body and I begin to shudder again with the threat of a new orgasm. Then he stops, pausing to kiss me and whisper filthy words in my ear.
In desperation, I begin to babble hopeless pleadings, but he just watches me with patient eyes. I hate that he won’t do what I want. I crave having him feel me up on a basic, instinctual level, but at the same time, I enjoy giving up control to him. It turns me on even more than the act of sex itself. He is in charge of everything in this moment. I don’t have to worry about any of it. I know he’ll take care of me, he’ll just want to torture me a bit while he does.
He brings me to the edge of coming over and over until a thin sheet of sweat coats both our bodies. It’s been years since he’s done any intense physical training, but he is still in optimal shape, truly a man in his prime. He spends hours outside doing physical labor when he’s not working and fat seems to melt off him. Normally I’d complain, but he’s a veritable feast for my eyes, so instead I touch him everywhere, anywhere, because I may be his, but he’s also mine.
When I can barely contain myself, writhing beneath him with abandon, he finally grips his dick with a big hand and guides it to the slick lips of my slit. I’m not sure, but I think the voice saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” like a prayer, is me.
The first stretch of his cock has my eyes drifting closed. He pushes into me, slow and steady, but I’m so primed for him it doesn’t hurt at all. I feel so full, and I’m so close to the edge, I nearly come from having him inside alone, which normally takes a little work for me.
Ben looks down at me, his face framed with light from the lights outside the window. Noticing the expression on my face, his lips twist to the side. “You’re already there, aren’t you?”
I nod and say, “I’m so close. You feel so good.” The words come out choppy and in between gasps.
“Good,” he grunts. “I wanna watch you go over again with me inside you.”
And that’s all it takes.
My fingers dig into his biceps and my body locks down, tensing as though preparing for the onslaught. The image of him thrusting above me, combined with his filthy mouth, does it for me and my pussy clamps down on his dick. He must have been close, too, because warmth from his own release jets inside me.
We collapse together, intertwined, until our heartbeats slow into a complimentary rhythm.
Chapter Six
Ben
We holdhands on the way home and she sings along with the radio, her sweet voice filling the cab and her hand wrapped firmly in mine. I should have known all we needed was a moment away to reconnect. There was still something she wasn’t telling me, but I’d get it out of her soon enough.
My Livvie likes to hold on to things, chew them over in her mind until she’s worried herself to death about them, then she’ll break and spill all those worries over onto me. But I don’t mind. That’s who we are. If anything, she’s the warrior in this relationship. She’s so much stronger than I could ever hope to be.
And I’ll be there for her when she’s ready.
No matter what.
“We should do this more often.”