It almost causes me to cum right then. Panties soaked through completely and evident by the warmth between my legs. Until now, I've kept my hands mostly to myself. Keeping them focused on the wall so I'm not tempted to touch Him.
Nope! Nope, nope, nope! Resist! You're moving soon. Fresh start, remember?
Oh, fuck it!
"Oh god!" With that, I let go completely. Hands released from the wall, they wrapped around His neck. Plunged through His gorgeous soft locks. Made their way to His waist. Around the back and inside the shirt. Nails digging in and scratching wildly. He gasps against my mouth again at the feel of all of me as I push my hips into Him.
He's completely lost in me as I am Him. The whole world seems to just melt away in that moment, like we're the only two people in it. It's too much for us both. Overcome with the emotions and passion He feels from me, He reaches down to undo my pants, almost as if He's going to rip them from my body because He simply can't get them off quickly enough, and snatches them down. Pulling everything off in one smooth fluid motion. Good thing there were no socks or shoes!
Before I know what hits me, He has propped up my right knee in the crook of His elbow and shoved two fingers inside. I let out a gasp and moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear for sure. Eyes closed but rolled back in their sockets. Head inadvertently tilted back. Arched back so that my breasts are shoved forward, greeting His mouth through the thin fabric.
"God, you're so tight," He moans in utter satisfaction at the feel of the insertion of two fingers in my drenched hole, screaming for Him, and my reaction to Him, both He's coveted for months. Since November, He tells me. His approval shows in His face as He positions His fingers up and starts the "come here" motion with such ease and perfect pleasure, it's like He can read my mind. All I can manage to muster between the uncontrollable breaths is the occasional "oh god" or "oh fuck". Even that is difficult as I'm overwhelmed with pleasure.
Harder and faster He moves as I continue responding to His relentless assault. The occasional kiss and nibble on me here and there. My arms wrapped around Him. Holding on for dear life as my body waivers. Aching. The only supportive knee I have trying to buckle under me.
He notices I'm trying balance but apparently doesn't want me focused on anything but my pleasure. "Trust me. I got you." He continues. Refusing to stop, slow down, or let me fall. Good thing we're alone but I'm certain the neighbors can hear my moans and screams. He moans too, as if He's getting off Himself from simply the fingers inside. My body relaxes and I focus on the pleasure. Trusting Him completely.
I'm close. Right there. He can tell. How? Probably from incessant throbbing and vibrating of my tight inner walls. "Cum for me, Princess. Now!" He's demanding and forceful but with a tone that is sweet and gentle. As if His words were exactly what I needed, I release. Screaming loudly as I squirt all over myself, His hand, His arm, the wall, the floor, and my clothes. His too. Unable to control it at all. Unwilling to control it. Letting go. I'm overtaken by how insane it feels, which makes it peak harder.
"Look at me," He demands so He can watch me let go. Something that's never happened with anyone before. Ever. I comply. "That's it, my little girl! Cum for me. There you go baby!"
As my climax subsides and I begin coming down, I try to stand as He removes His soaked fingers and slowly let's my leg down. Wobbly and buckling under me, He catches me in His warm muscular arms. Lowering me slowly to the floor. When I'm safely down, He steps to the linen closet. Ears ring loudly and head foggy. Entire body shaking. Almost like I've lost touch with reality. Subspace. What seems like only a few minutes goes by but I'm not sure where He got the blanket He now has wrapped around me, or the chocolates He's now carefully feeding me like a baby. I'm laying in His lap. His arm under my head, keeping it from falling around like a baby's.
Slowly, the fog seems to lift as He begins to come into focus. I can see His face again. He's clean. As am I. I'm still naked from the waist down....but clean. Dry.
I don't remember Him cleaning me. Hmmm.
When I'm able, He leans me up and turns me to face Him. Suddenly, He's on His knees in front of me and has pulled something from...well...not sure from where honestly. The collar is softly but securely fashioned around my neck.
"This is yours..." He explains sternly as it snaps into place and puts His fingers just under my chin to lift my face so my satisfied eyes meet His, "...and now you're mine."
