Be a Doll(58)

God, I didn’t remember this ever being so intense. At the same time, Mathis Grimes wasn’t an inexperienced man. He was a thirty-two-year-old man who had had multiple sex partners in his life and it reflected wonderfully on his skills.

With some hardship, I peeled open my heavy eyelids and watched him down on me, but where I expected to find his eyes closed and hidden from me, I found two dark pits, intense and riveted on my face. That look…

“Mathis,’’ I moaned and released my grip on the pillow to bring one hand to his head. I had to feel his thick and soft hair under my fingers, feel the way his head moved while he pleasured me without asking anything from me in return.

My touch seemed to fuel him more because his hand on my asscheek tightened and the one on my stomach left to slip inside me. First, one thick finger that made me clench around him on a mute moan, eyes locked onto my husband’s. It was like he dared me to move, dared me to pull away from the intensity of the pleasure he brought to me, but I wouldn’t. How could I ever want to put an end to this?

“More,’’ I said, voice broken and low pitched.

For once, he complied. He added another finger inside me and at the same time flattened his tongue on my throbbing clit. I arched upward, pushing myself harder against his mouth, against his stubble marking the inside of my thighs. He groaned against me again and sped up, finger fucking me with abandon as I writhed and moaned louder and faster as pleasure mounted inside me.

Sweat started to coat my skin. It was cold against my feverish flesh. I trembled from head to toe and raked my nails through Mathis’ hair, pushing him more against me because nothing was enough. Nothing.

“Mathis,’’ I moaned out his name, the pain that pleasure made me feel barely manageable without that explosion I wanted, craved.

And then, then I felt it coming. Hard, fast, impossible to stop. Fire invaded my veins, my cells, every square inch of my skin, burning me up. I tightened around his two fingers so hard I heard the sounds louder as they retreated in and out of me even faster.

Mathis’ mouth left my clit and I muttered a feeble ‘no’ in protest, but he only gave me his infuriating smirk that somehow made me want that same mouth on me even more. His dark pink lips glistened in the low light of the room and knowing where it came from made it all the more of a turn on to stare at him.

“You’re close,’’ he said between loud breaths and started putting pressure on my throbbing clit with his thumb.

I had to close my eyes at the sensation and throw my head back against the pillow under my head, pushing back to force myself to remain as still as possible. I didn’t want to risk him to stop, not when I could almost touch my orgasm.

“I can’t wait to get my cock in your tight pussy, Lila.’’ He moved again and slowed down the thrusts of his fingers and I mumbled a plea or maybe a protest. I didn’t know, didn’t really care. All I wanted was to feel myself crest, then fall. “I can’t wait to feel your nails on my body, your thighs tightening around my waist. It’s going to be spectacular, little wife,’’ he said huskily and then removed his thumb and sucked on my clit and pushed his fingers deep. He made a come hither motion with them and touched what I assumed was my g spot. It could only be that because I detonated.

I bucked against his mouth. My mouth fell open and my ears buzzed so much that I didn’t know if sounds left my mouth or not. My whole body burst and then fell down on the mattress, every muscle in my body shaking, trembling. My eyes were tightly closed as spots of bright colors appeared behind my eyelids.

And it didn’t stop.

Mathis’ mouth was still on me, drawing out my orgasm until I begged him to stop, until tears fell from the confines of my eyes, until I tried to close my legs but was stopped by his head. He wouldn’t stop and the waves of pleasure kept on coming, more painful by the minute, more breathtaking, more heart-stopping.

And then, finally, finally he stopped.

My chest heaved so hard it was painful, just like the inside of my thighs from his stubble and my clit over stimulated. Moving was impossible. My muscles had melted, and I had no energy left, not even enough to open my eyelids.

The mattress caved on my right when Mathis moved, getting closer to me to lie beside me. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know he was staring at me, probably gloating at the sight of the intense orgasm he gave me. I didn’t know someone could come so hard. I didn’t know I could ever let myself go that much.

Then, Mathis started touching me. It was a slow caress, barely more than a graze of my ribcage, my hipbone, around my navel. My skin was still so sensitive that I felt it penetrating me, stroking me and stealing the little breath I had recovered.

“I knew you’d be stunning to watch coming,’’ he whispered near my ear, so close that his exhale brushed my sweaty skin on my neck and the swell of my breasts. “You’re like fireworks, Lila. You burn bright, you shine ardently, and you explode loud.’’

Unable to speak, I turned my head toward him and forced my eyelids to open just enough to see him. I wasn’t expecting to see the soft look on his face. There weren’t any traces of the cold and distant Mathis Grimes I knew, or even the man reduced to harsh lust. He only seemed pleased… and incredibly sexy with his mussed up hair, swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

I touched his cheek then, still on my back and gently pressed on his face so he would come closer. He complied and I closed my eyes again to kiss him on a sigh.