Untamed (32 page)

His lips come hungrily to mine, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, kissing me, and I reach out and point to the bedroom drawer, tap on it.

Duncan leans over me, opens it, and then looks at me. I nod at him, and he pulls out a pack of condoms, tears one open.

He starts to take off his jeans the rest of the way, but I stop him, instead doing it myself, and I work them off his feet one at a time, my eyes never leaving his unsoftening manhood.

“Can I put it on?” I ask him.

I’m curious, anyway, and so I take the packet, pull out the slippery condom, and pinch the tip, and unroll it down his cock. It’s hard to, he’s so thick and long, and it doesn’t reach all the way down to the bottom.

“Is it okay like this?”

He nods at me, climbs back on top of me. I love the way he kisses all over me. It’s like he wants to take every inch of flesh into his mouth, every last sliver of my body. It’s like he wants to taste me
everywhere
, as though there is nothing else in the world he could ever want more.

It seems naïve, thinking like that, but it’s really what it feels like.

In between us, his manhood juts up, and I reach down, hold on to him. He’s so hard for me, and he squeezes some muscle I never knew existed, and his cock jumps in my hand, grows even thicker, his tip swelling some more.

A drop of pre-cum oozes out – I can see it through the condom, and I rub my thumb over it, spread it over his tip through the lubricated latex, massage the back where I know he’s sensitive.

I see his face ripple with pleasure, and his lips part, and his breathing quickens, and it turns me on so much to see him like this.

He strokes my thigh, guides it apart a little father, and then he lowers himself down to me. I look him in the eyes, and then I suck in a breath of air, bite my lip.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I gasp when I feel his tip at my entrance, and I ring my arms around his neck, shutting my eyes, clenching my teeth as I feel him stretch me with the head of his manhood.

“Shit,” I hiss, throwing my eyes wide open and groaning as he inches inside me.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. He stretches me, and for a fleeting moment I feel a hint of a sting, but then it dilutes in the overwhelming sensation.

“Slower, slower,” I pant, and so he goes slower, slides into me gently.

My breathing quickens, I look at his lips, and he senses what I want, leans down, his hard muscles not shaking at all as he holds himself up while kissing me.

I pull his head harder on mine, lock my lips with his, and groan into his mouth as he inches inside me bit by bit.

He fills me up so completely, makes me feel so full on the inside. It’s… amazing. It’s overpowering.

I’m squeezing randomly around him, my whole body is shaking, and already I can feel that pressure again in my belly building up.

I reach down with one hand, clamp onto his hard ass, and I push him into me. He slides in all the way, bottoms out, draws a sharp moan from me.

“Wait,” I say breathlessly. “Just wait a second.”

He kisses me slowly, licks my lips, sucks on my tongue, and then when I run my hand across the side of his ass, to his hip, guide him up, he starts to pull out of me.

All at once I’m blinded. My body goes tight, and my mouth drops open, and I clamp onto his skin with my nails as he pulls himself all the way out of me.

It feels so damn good, so much more than just fingers which is all I’ve ever experienced before this.

As he pushes inside me again, I grow used to the way it feels, and I wrap my legs around his ass, push him down harder.

“God, you’re so tight,” he growls. “You make me feel so good.”

He starts to slowly thrust in and out of me, and I control his speed with my legs, push my hands against his chest, feel his hard, tensing muscle.

I lean my head back, and his tongue sets the skin of my throat on fire.

“Oooh,” I moan, overcome. I hold onto the headboard behind me as he fucks me, push down from it, raise my hips to meet his thrusts, utterly lost in the blissful sensation, in heaven.

“Faster,” I gasp, and he goes faster, and in no time I’m writhing beneath him, eyes clamped tight, at the mercy of the pleasure he grants me.

I’m lost, so utterly lost, and as his lips hungrily claim the skin on my neck, by my ear, along the stretch that leads to my shoulder, I shiver, hum, smile, moan.

He slows down, and I grip onto him tight, feel his hard body, and then he pulls himself out of me, gets up, takes me by my hips and flips me over on the bed.

I try to get to my knees, but his hand goes to the small of my back, guides me back down.

“Lie flat,” he tells me, and so I do, waiting, wondering what he’s going to do.

I feel his fingers on my sex from behind, and he rubs my clit, kisses me down my back. Then I feel his tip at my entrance again. He pushes my thighs together, and then slowly enters me.

I gasp out loud, grip the bed sheets. I feel so much more this way – he feels so much bigger inside me – and I’m just floating in oblivion.

He eases into me, slowly, gently, giving me time to get used to it, and then he takes my hair into his hand, twirls it around, pulls it.

A groan slips from my lips, and then he starts to fuck me from behind, and his cock is right against my front wall, and I feel better than I ever have before.

I feel fingers slip around my hip, in between my body and the bed, on my clit. He rubs me as he fucks me, and every nerve ending inside me is on fire.

He leans down, I feel the bite of his teeth on the back of my shoulder, and I know that I’m all his.

“Shit,” I gasp, my breathing growing faster. It feel so good like this, so amazing, and his fingers working my clit so well, it’s just too much.

I can feel that pressure inside me again, the climb upward toward the crest. His fingers are like magic, and the sting from how he pulls my hair is so hot, mixes in with all of it.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp at him, as I hear his breathing quicken behind me.

“You feel so good, Dee,” he groans. “God, I love your tight pussy.”

“Don’t stop!” I cry again, my body pinching inward, the world draining away. “Like that, like that!”

I’m right there, right at the edge, already feel all my muscles crunching, my toes curling, this ball of pleasure inside me about to—

“Shit, shit, shit, oooohhh,” I cry, pushed off the edge, for a moment in between two worlds.

Then ecstasy comes crashing down onto me, so intense it stops me breathing, and I squeeze around him, quake in bliss, and he drives me through it, keeps it going, and I buck back against him to each of his thrusts as I fly so high.

I’m somewhere wonderful, somewhere perfect.

“Come for me,” I groan at him, the only words I can get out.

His thrusts get faster, I feel him get harder, feel him tense up. It’s even more crazy, makes me feel even better, and then I hear him groan behind me, and feel his cock flex inside me again and again.

He lets out a long sound of pleasure, bottoms out one last time inside me, and I know he’s emptied himself.

He lets go of my hair, lowers himself onto me, kisses my back while I pant, while my own pleasure ebbs away, leaving me tingling and satisfied.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, lying my face down flat against the mattress. He’s still inside me, still so big, and every time I feel his cock twitch I jump at the sensation.

He begins to retreat, and pull himself out of me, and I gasp, rolling over, looking up at him. He positions himself above me, leans down and kisses me.

I hold onto him, clamp my legs around him, bring his body down to mine. I get the covers, pull them up over us, and I keep kissing him, our tongues keep dancing, and I can’t get enough.

And then we lie together, under the covers, and I’m grinning at him, thinking about all the horror stories I’d ever read about first times, and thinking how this was nothing like that.

I lie with Duncan in bed, in his arms, feeling his warmth beneath the covers. He’s playing with my hair, stroking it, smelling it.

I feel worshipped.

His fingers trace buzzing lines up and down my body, still exploring me, as though he wants to commit the curves of my body to memory, so he can never forget me.

We meet eyes, and he smirks at me, and I smile back, push my face into his neck, smell his smell, feel his heat.

His insatiable fingers roam over my breasts, dip in between them, before sidling down my body. I feel them thread through my pubic hair, and then two fingers slip down each side of my sex, and he squeezes them together.

I’m not so sensitive anymore, and so I let him touch me, let him touch me while he kisses me. His body is hard, tight against mine, and I feel like I’m in a safe place.

His fingers move to my pearl, and there he finds my stub still hard, and he begins to rub me. At first, it’s almost itchy, awkward because I’m still a little sensitive, but he rubs me slowly, so slowly, teases me, and I feel those threads of anticipation again worm through me.

I lie flat, open my legs for him, look up at him and beg him with my eyes to kiss me on the lips again. And he does, claims my lips as his, and he kisses me and rubs me until my body is hard and tight, until I’m right at the edge again.

And then he pushes me off, and I jolt and shudder at my orgasm, tense up and grit my teeth, and then I suck on his lower lip, bite it while I come, and then I’m coming down again, exhausted, utterly exhausted.

I hum into his mouth, grin, feel the wet press of his tongue on my lips.

Without speaking about it, I know he’s going to stay with me tonight. We get out of bed together, and I watch as he pulls off his condom, full of his essence. He drops it into the waste paper basket in my room, and together we go out into the hallway, naked, shivering at the cool air, rushing and laughing, the thrill of being caught breathing a kind of excited, playful energy into us.

He slaps my bum as we go to the bathroom, pinches me, stops me and gathers me up, presses me against him.

We brush our teeth together, take turns peeing, and then we go to back the room together. But even as I lay in his arms, his huge, warm arms, his breathing slow and steady on the back of my neck, his nose pressed against my head, his thigh over my legs like he thinks I belong to him, I can’t fall asleep.

And neither can he.

Chapter Twelve