Charity's Warrior (7 page)

His mouth came right back to me, and his hand grabbed mine again before I had time to be embarrassed and react, keeping them up, having me as a willing prisoner. He kissed his way down to my neck, lightly touching his tongue to my throat as he worked his way toward my left ear, where I heard him growl again. This was not easy for him either. He wanted to take me, but he wanted it to last.

Justin grabbed me with both hands and spun me around to face the door. I felt his hand under my blonde hair, scooping it off to the side, and I felt his hot breath on my neck an instant before he was kissing it. There was a tickle on my back, a light tug, and my Victoria’s Secret was coming up my arms. I vaguely heard it hit the floor some place behind us.

His tongue and lips are on my shoulder, his muscular body pressing into me when I feel both his hands slide up between my breasts. My nipples ached to be touched, and he did not disappoint me, running his palms across them and then his fingers, cupping them in his hands only for a second before they were all off to other places. They slid to my hips and grabbed the sides of my V-string. I could feel it slowly peel off of me and then drop to my feet. Justin knelt and gently held my left ankle as he lifted it and then the other, and now I was standing in front of him completely vulnerable in nothing but my heels while he was still fully dressed.

I feel like a porn star,
and I fucking love it!
I'd never felt so sexual in all my life. My entire body was on fire, demanding service.

Justin's hands began on each of my ankles, squeezing over my calves; his thumbs tickle the soft back side of my knees, firmly up the back of my legs. He grabs my ass stiffly, I think uncontrollably, for a moment before coming up my back, where he grabs my face and turns it towards his. His tongue passionately stabs into my mouth as he leans around from my right. His left hand started on my back, enjoying the feel of my skin, while the one holding my face began to descend my neck and chest, my stomach. His jeans were bulging as his cock ground into my hip, and I wanted it out where I could feel it.

Finally, his hand slips into the wetness building between my legs. First he slid his fingers between the folds, soaking them, and then straight up the middle as a guide to my clit. There is electricity when his fingers rub me, it was a shock to my entire body, ending with my toes curled and my hair tingling. One finger seemed to be holding my clit up and out while another circled around its tip.

"Oh, God!" I half cried, half moaned, throwing my head back. I didn't care how I sounded. My thighs threatened to give out in twitching spasms. The door was holding me up.

He dropped the hand on my back down to my ass, squeezing it, but also using it to balance me as he increased the pressure between my legs. I turned my head more to face him, locking my eyes on his, watching him bring me close to orgasm already. He knew, he could see it in me, feel it in my thighs and swollen clit, and a satisfied smile spread through his lips.

Then he stopped. I growled this time, feeling my orgasm shrink back from the edge. That was okay, I wanted more, I wanted to taste him first. I started to turn, but he stopped me.

"No, not yet!" he said, pushing my hands back to the door, reminding me who was dominant. He moved away, and I could hear him kicking off his boots, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it, starting on his pants, all the while I was waiting, spread against the door.

When he came back, his bare, hard cock pressed against the crevice of my ass and my lower back. "I've wanted you so bad," he whispered, leaning into me again. I can feel all his muscles press on me, his thick chest, even his abs. "You are so perfectly beautiful." His lips caressed my right ear.

He grabbed my hands and turned me like a puppet again, our mouths finding each other’s as my nipples rubbed against his chest. The glimpse I'd had of him was intoxicating; thick, rippling muscles covered him like armor, his stiffness reaching up to his belly button, swollen and in need of attention.

I can't take it anymore. I pulled one of my hands free and quickly reached down before he could stop me and grabbed his hard shaft, impressed by its thickness. He didn't stop me this time—I don't think he was capable. This time he just moaned and enjoyed as I gave it a few slow jerks and ran my thumb over its head.

Finally, Justin pulls himself away from my hand and reached his hands down around my ass, lifting me and throwing my arms and legs around him. He wasn't in me, but his cock went right into my wetness, sliding along my clit as he carried me across the room and through a doorway. Here was his bed, and he climbed us up on top of it and laid me down, hovering over me on all fours while my legs were spread wide and willing. I was completely taken by his sexy, defined shoulders.

I pulled my face up to his and licked his lips. "Take me," I begged.

"I will," was all he replied.

Then he began tasting his way down my body. His hot tongue swirled around my nipple firmly, sucking it into his mouth as he fed himself my breast with one hand and caressed his fingertips gently across the other. His tongue ran a straight line down my belly while he worked himself lower on the bed.

My clit throbbed knowing his mouth was only moments away.

Justin swung his arms under my legs as his tongue finished traveling the last few inches. He ran it down the left side of my pussy, teasing me by avoiding my clit, and I feel it gently stab into me, parting my lips, licking the juices running out of me. It was nearly impossible trying to hold my hips steady. They demanded to thrust against his face. It was finally here. I can't explain exactly what he is doing, I'd never felt it before. My clit is in his mouth, being sucked out of its hood and licked at the same time.

I screamed, throwing my head back. His blankets were balled up in my tight fists as I tried to hold on and keep from bucking him off target. He continued to suck and lick, not at all afraid to use the pressure I needed. I could feel the orgasm preparing in my stomach and twitching thighs. Justin let my clit slip from his mouth, but before I could wish he'd suck it back in, he turned his tongue into a wet, solid tool, strumming up and down the full length of my clit, making me scream again.

There was not much more I could take. I had never felt anything like this, didn't even imagine it this good. The minutes passed and he switches back to sucking on it. Then I feel a finger slip into me. He hadn't even stopped licking. Justin held it in me, letting me open up to him.

He was so gentle, and it relaxed me. I was close, ready to cum. I can feel the rhythmic pulsing of my body.

Another finger carefully worked its way in me, and he slowly moved them out to the edge and back in, still allowing me time to open. The sensation of his tongue together with his fingers was wonderful. Then he touched my G-spot, and it hadn't been an accident. His fingers were hooked forward, stroking back and forth while his tongue pressed in hard circles.

His hand started moving in and out of me, but at an angle I have never had done to me. It slipped along the sensitive skin between my ass and pussy and then almost straight up, right into my G-spot, over and over.

Both places were being over-simulated at the same time, and I was writhing and screaming. In the background, Alicia Keys was belting "Girl on Fire" and it was perfect, because I
am
on fire.

"Oh my God! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I'm doing everything in my power to relax my hips, but it's near impossible. I can tell this is the single biggest orgasm I've ever had. I'd always cum by now, and this one was still building and rising.

His hand was still fucking my G-spot. His tongue was relentless.

"I'm coming! I'm—"

My voice went out as the climax finally hit. Wave after wave washed over me. My hips were their own, riding his face, grinding against him as I gush down his chin. Justin controlled them enough to keep his tongue on my clit, each lick causing a spasm. My voice came back finally, in a loud cry that was slowly becoming a moan.

Justin's hand was gone. He'd timed that at just the right time apparently, since I hadn't even felt the change. His tongue slowed and stopped once my clit was too sensitive to touch.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped.

I heard him laugh proudly as he got back up on his hands and knees and started climbing back toward me. He stopped to kiss my stomach and ran his mouth to my side. His lips barely skimmed the surface of my skin and the tickle sent sparks through me. I was extremely sensitive there and he knew it, expected it even though I had never noticed it before.

Now I was done being submissive, he was about to find out why he wanted me, what I was capable of. I shoved him off me, and he fell to the bed surprised. The base of his cock was in my hand and the end of it in my mouth before he could react. The taste of his precum excited me, the saltiness filled my mouth.

He growled again.

I am down between his legs facing up at his beautiful face, ignoring a pang I felt in my heart. I cupped his balls gently and jerked him into my mouth, sliding my lips down the shaft. When I came up, I took it out of my mouth for a moment and licked my tongue on the little line of skin where the head peaked. His cock was wet from my mouth, and my hand slipped up and down easily. It wasn't long and his breathing was growing deep, and he was mumbling to God over and over.

Justin stops me, pulls me toward him, and I ran my hands everywhere I had time for. I wanted to take him all in, every inch. My fingers bounced over his abs, dug into his chest. He kept pulling until my body was sprawled along his and we were kissing again, the taste of both of us mixed in our mouths.

He takes back control, rolling me on to my back while he gets up on his knees between my legs. I expected him to enter me now, finally, but he grabs my right leg first and turns my lower half to the side. My knee is up so high that I know I am fully exposed to him, and I can see it in his wild, lustful eyes as he drinks me in.

Justin guides his cock into me, both of us growling this time at the release that this moment had finally come after days in the making. I was soaked, and he slipped deep into the wetness as we partake in each other. I scream in pleasure again, realizing why he had lifted my leg, his hardness rams right into my G-spot. Justin knew. He knew he would hit it, and he knew my body would still be close to another orgasm. He pulled back slowly and plunged forward, hitting it again, holding my leg and using it to pull me on to him, impaling me onto his pleasure. It made me scream again, the orgasm had been right there waiting.

My eyes searched and found Justin's face mixed with both intense pleasure and pride. He pulled back faster this time, grunted, and began slamming his hips into me in rapid, deep thrusts. The entire bed was shaking as I let out one long scream, my voice jumping each time he pounded against me. This orgasm was different than the other one, it was less explosive, but it seemed unending. Each time he hit the spot, my pussy would make my entire body throb, every inch of me climaxing. I ran out of breath for my scream, quickly sucked in more air, and let out another until I was moaning "oh God" again and again, gaining some of my senses back.

Justin slowed and stopped. He manages to swing my leg back to lay me flat without taking he's raging hardness out of me. Putting his strong arms around me, he comes forward so the full lengths of our bodies are touching. We stare at each other for a moment, and then his perfect lips are on mine again, kissing me softly. I ran my hands up and down his back, and wrapped my legs around him, wanting to hold him there forever.

It was not very long at all until Justin had to pull his mouth away from mine to keep up his breath for his writhing and thrusting body. He was growling again,
a huge turn on
, and his orgasm erupted, hitching his breath entirely. For a moment I thought something was wrong, his face twisted up as if in pain, but I see the smile in his eyes, not just a smile, more like a wonderful surrender.

Both of us are breathing heavy, exhausted, spent, and laughing at the thrill as he rolls to his back next to me. He tosses his arm around me and pulls me into the crock of his arm, where I put my head on his chest. Our fingers immediately start dancing on each other, his on my back and shoulder, mine on his chest and stomach.

"I still have my shoes on," I joked.

Justin's laughter boomed across his bedroom, seeing my foot held up in the air, my heel still securely attached.

When his laughter subsided, he sat up. "Let me get you a towel," he said.

My ex use to go get a towel, clean himself off, and toss the messy towel to me from the bathroom. Justin came out unfolding a fresh towel, came to my side of the bed, wiped my legs for me, and handed me the clean side to take care of the rest, going back into the bathroom to take care of himself after. If there was any graceful way to do the after sex clean up, this was it.