Charity's Warrior (29 page)

I really—REALLY—want to find out. At this point I don't care if we finish eating, I just want to get him home and chew his fucking clothes off to get to the yummy inside. I'm just playing with my food, pushing it around the plate with my fork with no real interest. The wine is going down easy, even though I'm not usually a red fan.

"You're not hungry now?" Justin asked, seeing that I had stopped eating.

"No, I am. I'm actually starving." I looked up at him and smiled. "It's just not for food."

He smiles wickedly, and continues to eat.

"Why do you look a little relieved?" I asked.

"Because I am—I'm very relieved."

"Why's that?" I asked, confused.

He shrugs his shoulders. "I have
never
been with a woman that I have feelings for. That could have changed things. I was thinking, maybe I shouldn't do things the way I normally did, or that you would want me to slow down."

"Hell no!" I snapped. "Nothing better change there at all! I would just hope that it means more to you now."

"It already does. Each time we've been together, it's meant more to me than any other time of my life," he said honestly.

"Then nothing should change!" I demanded. "I'm looking forward to a lot more extremely hot sex, for a very long time—starting tonight. If anything, I think it might get even hotter, if that's possible. Think about it, as we learn more about each other, and what turns us on, how freaking amazing is that going to be?"

Justin looked oddly at me, and I thought I might have insulted him.

"I hadn't considered that," he said. I know what a woman likes, but I've never been with anyone a long enough to understand them completely, inside and out." He smiled, and it was a wicked, devious grin. "I make you scream already; can you imagine when I've tailored every touch and lick to your needs?"

That gave me a huge twinge between my legs, an ache that I want him to satisfy now. I have to cross my legs and rock forward a bit to relieve the ache.

I downed the rest of my wine and brought the empty glass back to the table. "You need to finish up if you want to taste dessert."

As usual for the two of us, we attacked each other in the cab, but resisted in the elevator and hallways of our building. That ended the second we were behind my closed door, when Justin pushed me up against the wall and pinned me there with one of his strong arms, undoing his pants with the other.

I struggle against him, wanting to rip his damn clothes off, but he holds me there. He tells me I have to wait, and he makes me watch him get completely undressed, his gorgeous, thin muscles rippling, his hard cock teasing me. Then he pressed himself against me, his naked, hard body separated from me by only my thin layer of clothing. I can feel all of his bulges pressing me to the wall, unwilling to let me move yet.

My frustration is glorious.

Justin grabs my left hand and forces it on to his cock, and I eagerly squeeze and stroke it with my fingers while listening to his grizzly bear moan in my ear.

He steps back and releases me. "Undress yourself while I watch," he barks.

I rip every damn piece of fabric off my body, throwing them in any direction until I am completely naked. Before I can move to attack him, he comes forward at me, his presence is dominating.

"Spread your legs!" he orders.

Anything he wants!

I obeyed, separating my feet a little further than shoulder width apart. I can feel the cool air on the on the dripping wetness between my legs, and the only thing I can think about is having his tongue on my clit, and then being filled by his hardness. Just like the first time I saw him, I want to lick his lips.

"You are perfection," he says. “I love every inch of you." He circles around me, taking me in, and I can feel his eyes every bit of the way. He makes me want him by how much he wants me. Our desire fills the entire room until it’s hard to breathe.

Justin is so close to me now that I feel the heat of his cock on my stomach. He squats in front of me and puts his hands on my ankles, running them up my legs, tickling the space at the top of my thighs, making my juices gush again. He pushes his hands through between my thighs and grabs my ass with them, pulling his face straight into my heat.

God, the relief! My clit was screaming for this, begging for any attention, and his wet tongue sliding on it is the perfect answer. I throw my head back and enjoy while I can, knowing it’s only a tease, a quick taste for both of us. While I imagine my juices running into his mouth and down his throat, he runs countless hard circles on my trigger. Sometimes my stiff clit pops out from under his tongue and the resulting spasm threatens to knock me over. His hands pull me in harder, as if he can't get me far enough into his mouth.

As I anticipated, he stops and begins to suck his way up my body, my stomach, my left nipple, my neck.

"You make me want you so bad," he whispers, "it's like losing my mind and the insanity that's left is euphoric."

I put my hand on him, running my fingers under his balls and up his shift, playing lightly with its head as I hear his breath hitch. I put my other hand on his chest, my thumb sliding into the valley between the muscles, and he begins to breathe again. When I begin to stroke his thick hardness, I let my other hand dance around is body, down to the bumps of his stomach muscles, his thin waist, kneading his chest muscle.

This time it’s me that leans in, trying to dominate. I put my mouth in the little gap by his collarbone, tasting his skin with my flicking tongue. Unable to help myself, I draw in his musky sent in a slow, deep inhale, intoxicated by his essence before I lick my way down his body. When I find his nipple, I suck it in between my teeth, not quite nibbling on it. I drop my other hand to his genitals and have both hands working on him, rubbing and jerking.

"Oh, God!" he says through a grunt.

Finally, I squat down in front of him and softly rub his cock on my face, enjoying its warmth and the smoothness of his taunt skin. Justin's breathing turns into moaning. A few times I tease him by opening my mouth, making it look like I am about to suck on him, only to pull away with a smile. Now I stick my tongue out and give it a long wet lick before making it disappear down my throat. He approves by grabbing a fist full of my hair and growling. He seems to swell larger while in my mouth.

He did not let me suck on him for too long before stopping me and pulling me to my feet. Our mouths meet again as I hug my arms around him, putting a hand on each side of his ass. Even that is hard and muscular. Our flavors swirled and mixed in our mouths, both of us exited by it. It is the taste of hot, uninhibited sex.

Justin grabs my hair again, pulling my head away from his, pulling my entire body away from him. He suddenly grabs me and tosses my naked body upside down over his shoulder with startling ease and carries me into my own bedroom like a caveman. It makes me laugh, but it turns me on at the save time. In my room, he throws me effortlessly onto my bed.

He climbs onto the edge of my bed by my feet and stops to place a small kiss on my toes, working his way across the top of my foot, and then my ankle. There was no tongue, just the soft caress of his warm lips that left my shin and calf tingling. After he'd crossed my knee on to my thigh, my desire was erupting. I needed pressure between my legs now, but he was still busy tickling me with his lips, and I catch him smiling up at me, doing it on purpose.

"Please?" I begged, knowing he loves that. "I can't wait any longer, please make me cum, Justin?"

Without a word or hesitation, he grabs my legs and wraps them around his head and shoulders. He sucks my clit into his mouth so hard I think he might put me right into orgasm. Inside his mouth, his warm tongue is beating the tip of my clit.

The pressure his mouth uses is mind blowing, and I am crying out already, my legs quivering in his strong hands. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

I was in the full throws in an instant, hips bucking, muscles contracting, fistfuls of blanket in each hand, and Justin manages to suck harder. I trade my fistfuls of blankets for fistfuls of his hair, crushing his face deeper into my pussy, hoping he can taste each convulsion.

He is relentless, sucking my clit out of its hood and beating it with the stiff end of his tongue while he moves his hands to use them to spread me open, exposing all of my secrets. His mouth releases my stiffness and begins long hot strokes of his tongue from the top of my clit down to my opening, where I feel him impale me with it. Up and down, his face sliding around my vulva.

It's killing me. My body needs to explode. The slow, rhythmic thumping forces my hips up and down with his mouth.

"Suck on me, please! Suck it into your mouth. I'm going to cum. I want to feel you sucking it when I go."

Justin obeys, spreading me with his fingers and sucking me with his strong lips. My clit is pulled up into his mouth where his wet tongue is waiting.

Usually my climax will wash over me. This one gallops, like pounding hooves trampling me, forbidding me to breathe. There is no moment between convulsions, no space between the spasms. I arch off his bed, my pelvis grinding his face, and let out one long scream.

Eventually, my cry tapers off into a serious of whimpers and gulps of air. Justin climbs on top of me then, and his cock finds my opening without any assistance, disappearing into my heat as he pushes it deeper. His eyes roll upward, and he enjoys that first moment of ecstasy, letting the beast within him growl again.

Our bodies pressed together is heaven. He lands more of his gentle kisses on my shoulder and begins to slowly, very slowly, rock his hips against mine, pulling his hardness out and back into my wet folds. Minutes tick away as quickly as seconds while I enjoy his warm lips and my hands gliding over the muscles covering his back. We lock on each other’s eyes for a while and enjoy the intensity.

Each moment, I expect him to succumb to the pleasure of it and begin fucking me harder, but his control is impeccable and he is intent on enjoying every fantastic detail, every drip, every push, every heated grunt. For a while we had our eyes closed, and we kissed, just enjoying the sensations.

He gently rolls to one side, pulling me on top of him. I prop my hands on his chest to keep myself up, my back arched so that I could make his cock hit the sensitive area inside of me. My hips move faster than his and he grabs them to slow me down. His strength controls me. I'm on top, but he's still in charge.

It's hard to maintain his pace without bursting into a frenzy. I don't know how he’s doing it. The top of his shaft rubbing my G-spot is building another orgasm in me, and that is compelling my subconscious faster and faster.

Justin's hands are gliding around my body, caressing me everywhere, exploring every inch. His touch is gentle and slow, like his hips thrusting under me, and I realize why he is going so slow. He's savoring every moment, wishing it would never end, holding on to the closeness and intimacy.

This is the first time
either
of us has made love.

It has all the elements I had hoped for in my fantasies, hot, animalistic rawness mixed with gentle passion and controlled tenderness. I didn't have to rush to my orgasm, he was going to give it to me. We could take our time and enjoy it rising.

I leaned forward on to him and used my entire body to feel his. We slide back and forth, writhing against each other like serpents. His cock moves in and out of my wet passion like a slow piston, while his hands touch my sides as if holding the wings of an angel. I put my hands under his neck and hold him while gently pressing my mouth to his, our tongues lightly dancing around each other’s. Our hot breath mixes with low moans and soft hitches.

Time is passing unimportantly. The world has slipped away while both of us are moving closer to orgasm. I heighten his ecstasy, he heightens mine, and then we control each other, enjoying the new plateau as the minutes pass.

Justin rolls us back the other way, wanting to be fully in charge again. He looks deeply through my eyes to my soul, and pushes his hard cock back into my wetness. More time passes, more writhing and moaning, more slow orgasm. Eventually, he places one of his hands on my face as we kiss, and his thumb tenderly plays with this seal between our lips.

It was too much for both of us. He pulls his mouth away from mine just slightly, our lips still touching, our breathing and moaning mixing on our faces. My pussy is squeezing around his swollen cock as if to hold it in place. Instinct dictates that we start fucking a little harder, a little faster, but we both fight to keep pace.