Even if I wasn’t too far gone to be self-conscious about being watched while I come undone, his gaze is one hundred percent appreciative. I bask in the hot spotlight of his green stare. He thumbs my clit and fucks me, all the while rumbling-no, growling. But it’s more like a purr than a snarl.
He switches his hands, sliding them under my ass and parting my cheeks. When he taps my anus with a finger, I’m lost.
“Now, baby. Come for me.” He guttural tone is as urgent as my desire. For the second time, I shatter, my hips snapping up and down, as the release uncoils faster than a whip. The orgasm is even bigger than my last one. I scream, cupping my own breasts, squeezing my nipples like Jared did, pushing and rubbing hard against him.
Jared lets out a roar and rises to his knees. My ankles end up over his shoulders and he fucks me hard, his loins slapping against my ass while he holds the fronts of my thighs. His face contorts, eyes glow more yellow than green.
“Fates, yes, Angelina!” he shouts. His mighty thighs flex, the muscles of his chest and neck bulge and his handsome face contorts. I swear I feel the heat of his cum, even though he’s wearing a condom.
A shudder of pleasure runs through me, the aftershock from my orgasm and my pussy squeezes his cock.
Jared groans. “You milking it all out of me, baby?”
“Mmm hmm.”
He doesn’t move, just watches me with his hooded gaze, his cock still buried deep inside me. After a long moment, he circles an arm around my waist and bends down to kiss my belly.
“Beautiful girl. I don’t want it to end.” But it does end. He eases out and walks to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I watch his muscular ass flex as he leaves and sigh.
I don’t want this to end, either.
But it has to, doesn’t it?
Jared
I return to Angelina with another towel. She hasn’t moved, her lovely lithe dancer form sprawled on the mattress like a work of art. I guess in her case, her body is her art. Makes her art.
What a spectacular medium.
I should be finished. I just fucked her ever-loving brains out. No-that’s not true. I made love to Angelina.
It’s something I’ve never done before. I’m a rough lover. Demanding. Dominant. I still feel all those things with her-still want to spank her ass pink and tie her up, but what I just did with her? It was totally fucking different.
And even knowing she didn’t want us to be intimate, I couldn’t pull back. I needed to make love to her work of art body. I needed to show her without words how much her words meant to me. What she does to me.
And now I can’t stop myself from crawling up on the bed and pulling her knees apart. I lower my head and drag my tongue through her folds.
She moans and tries to push my head away. “No more. I can’t take any more.”
I lick again. “Are you sore, angel?”
“No. Yes. But it’s not that. I just-I can’t take any more. It’s too much.”
“Oh baby. You don’t get to tell me what’s too much. I decide how much pleasure you get. When you get off. How hard. Don’t think I didn’t notice how much you liked it when I made you wait for your orgasm.”
Her pale slender fingers tangle in my hair. Despite her words, she’s pulling my mouth closer.
“I know what you need, beautiful.” I suck her labia, nip it. I make my tongue flat and stroke over her clit.
Her legs start to thrash on the bed. “Why?” she whines.
“Why what? Why am I going to make you come again?”
“Yeah,” she pants.
“Because I need to.” It’s the goddamn truth. It’s like I was born to worship this incredible body of hers.
“Jared,” she whimpers, fingers tearing at my hair.
It won’t take long to make her come. If I were feeling more dommy, I’d make her suffer longer, but it seems I’m in a generous mood. I spread her wide and rim her asshole, making her shriek and shudder. I lick a long line back and forth between her anus and clit until she’s sobbing with need, her inner thighs trembling where they clamp around my ears.
I affix my mouth over her clit and suck.
She screams.
I slide two fingers inside her and find her G-spot on her inner wall. “You may come,” I say softly and return my mouth to her clit.
I never said she couldn’t, but it’s like she was waiting for my command. The second the words leave my mouth, she’s clamping down on my fingers. I suck her clit and stroke her G-spot until she finishes.
Her body’s shaking, so I wrap her up in the bedspread and spoon her as she comes down from wherever she went orbiting. After a long moment, she says, “I’m starving.”
I laugh. “Me too, baby. Should I go get us something? Or can I take you out? Anything you want. You name it.”
“Street tacos? On Congress?”
I get up, fully prepared to run the errand, but she gets up, too, pulling on her clothes. I can’t deny the small satisfaction of keeping her near me. Of taking her out and buying her food. Providing.
You’re still the knight. I mean, you are to me.
No matter what happens between me and Angelina, I’ll never forget those words. Not for as long as I live. Hearing that she sees me as a hero not a waste? It rearranged something inside me.
I can’t do it now, because I’m still too full of Angelina, but I’m looking forward to reviewing that conversation. Dissecting it. There’s something important there-some clue about what’s been missing in my life. Angelina may have just brought it into focus.