Page 51 of The Risk Taker
Cock still in his hand, he bends and grabs his shorts. He fumbles around in his pocket and pulls out a new tube of lube. I chuckle. “So this is why it took you so long to get back.”
“I told you we’d fuck like this, but I needed you properly prepared, and we definitely need this.”
I sit up, open the nightstand drawer and pull out an identical tube, and he shakes his head. “I do love a girl who knows what she wants.”
He tosses the lube onto the bed, and goes to his knees on the floor. His lips find mine, and his kisses are soft, tender, and if I had to guess, born out of some deeper emotion. My heart beats faster with hope that we can have a future, that Jamie is ready to open up and take risks in life. But I’m not a risk. I love him. I’ve always loved him.
“Jamie,” I say softly and his big hands trace my curves, a leisurely exploration. Tonight, there is no rush, no frenzied passion. No tonight, he’s taking things slower, and that comes with its own ecstasy. He inches back and his breathing is labored.
“After tonight, I’ll have been inside you, everywhere.” I nod, and fall back onto the bed. “But first, I want your cum, Fallon. I need to taste you.” He touches my panties and pulls them down my legs.
“Yes, please,” I say and catch the intensity in his eyes. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen this fierce, determined look on him before. What is going through his mind?
I want to ask, but lose all focus when he flattens himself on the bed beside me. “I want you to ride my mouth. I want you to take everything you need.”
He holds my hands to balance me as I straddle his body. His hands slide up to my waist and he pulls me onto his mouth. As he lowers me, the soft blade of his tongue connects with my clit, and I let loose a loud moan.
“Ride me, baby. Come all over my face.”
My clit swells and I grind down on him, rocking my hips like I’m a damn porn star as I give in to all the things this man makes me feel. I brace my hands on the headboard and slide against his mouth. He lifts me a bit an
d shoves his tongue inside me. My God, the man knows how to work my body.
My breath is ragged as his hands leave my hips to cup my ass cheeks and spread them. All week he’s been playing with me a little. Stretching and preparing me for his girth. When he finally takes me like that, in a way no man ever has before, I know he’s going to wreck me—in more ways than one.
He inserts his finger into my ass, and I back up against it, and rub my clit on his chin. I glance down, and it turns me on even more when I see how wet I’ve made his face.
I’ve come from clitoral stimulation before, but that was with the help of my vibrator, which is so not going to cut it after Jamie. I slide back, and his finger goes in further, and the bristles on his chin brush against my clit.
I rock, and move and grind and close my eyes to concentrate on the sweet, sweet pleasure. Beneath me his grunts and groans take me higher and higher, and my heart thuds a little harder, knowing how much he loves eating me and tasting my cum. He moves his finger inside my ass, and the full feeling rocks my world.
I go up on my knees as my muscles clench, a damn bursting inside me. He shoves a finger into my pussy, giving me something to clench down on, and it makes me come harder than I ever have before.
“Jamie,” I cry out, shamelessly. “Fuck, Jamie,” I say and he lifts his head to lick my clit, drawing out my pleasure. The spasms slow to a stop and he pulls his finger out and his tortured groan fills me with happiness as he drinks in my cum. He stays between my legs for a long time, and I take my breasts into my hands. I tug on my nipples, pinch them and roll them in my fingers.
“You’re killing me, babe,” Jamie says and that’s when I realize he’s been watching me touch myself.
I laugh, but it comes out more like a whimpering moan. Jamie sits up, spends some time with my nipples, then pushes forward until I’m on my back, my legs around him. His nostrils flare as his gaze moves over my face.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on, Fallon,” he says, so softly, so quietly and honestly, it curls around my body and hugs tight.
I touch his face. “Jamie,” I say, and I’m about to tell him I love him when he presses his mouth to mine for a deep, tender kiss that tunnels into my heart and makes itself at home.
His lips slowly leave mine, and he carefully turns me over until my breasts are pressed into the mussed bedding. He cups my ass and squeezes. “Mine,” he says. “All mine.”
I swallow, and get the sense that taking me this way, marking me a way no one ever has, is affecting him in much the same way as it’s affecting me.
“Lift,” he says with a slight tap to my hip. I lift for him and he puts a pillow beneath my hips. He spread me, runs his finger over my opening. “You want my cum in here?” he asks.
“I do, Jamie.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says, and I wiggle. He falls over me, his breath hot on my neck as he rips into the lube. “I need you nice and wet so it doesn’t hurt. I want this to be good for you, babe.”
“It will be because I’m with you,” I say, wanting to be as honest with him as he is being with me.
“Yeah, same for me,” he murmurs quietly.
Coolness invades my back as he inches away, taking his heat with him. I move a little on the pillow and go perfectly still when his cold, lubed finger touches me.