Keep To The Script (Complete)

~ Chapter 32 ~

"Ah," she cried out, straining against his hold to seek more relief.

"Nope, don't think so." He grabbed the can, gave it another shake, and this time, sprayed it not just on her pussy, but inside, making her hiss at the sensation. His tongue sought her core and her hips jumped. She was done allowing him to tease her. Her fingers scored through his hair, and she held on tightly as she rode his tongue and fucked his face.

His satisfied groan sent vibrations all throughout her body and she came faster. And thanks to all he denied, she also came harder. With a long moan, she held him against her as she slowly calmed down. She tried, unsuccessfully, to keep the blush from traveling over her as she focused on what she had just done.

"Oh," she cried, watching him as he came up, a smirk on his face. He slowly wiped the whip cream, and her cream, off his face, then made it a point to look at her as he cleaned his fingers off as well. "Fuck," she muttered, causing him to smirk even more. It wasn't fair that not only was he fucking sexy, but he was also damn talented in pleasing a woman.

"I'm not sure what my favorite taste is. The sweet taste of your pussy, or the sweet taste mixed with the sugary yumminess to make that pussy better."

"Damn it, Angel," she moaned, wrapping her legs around him, bringing him closer. "Why does the dirty talk turn me on?" He chuckled as his hands ran along her sides softly.

"You just got a kink for it, baby. There's nothing wrong with it. Unless we're out in public and I think you need to be wet so I start talking about how I want to lay back and have you settle that soaking cunt right over my tongue so I can lick it clean over and over again." She groaned at the image.

"You don't play fair."

"Never," he told her. She narrowed her eyes before she shifted upward, kissing over his neck before finding the sensitive skin where his neck met his shoulder. He shuddered as her teeth scraped over it. But he fucking hissed, then groaned, as she latched on and sucked hard. She wanted to torment him like he was tormenting her. However, by the bulge rubbing against her, his dirty talk and her reactions seemed to bother him just as much. "Jesus," he shivered, his breathing rapid.

"Something wrong?" she asked, lifting her leg to rub against him. He grabbed her thigh and shook his head.

"Nope, not thing." He eased her back, his nose running along her neck. His lips brushed along her ear and his breath tickled the hairs there. "When I slide into you, Judith, it's going to feel like being home. You're going to be so fucking tight, so fucking wet, and it's going to feel utterly perfect. Then, I'm going to slowly love you, drawing out each moan, each gasp. You will be left in a blissful sexual state and it's going to put me on cloud nine knowing I got you there."

He didn't give her a warning as he slipped into her. She arched upward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull him even closer. They had the fast and furious fucking. They had the mind-blowing, multiple orgasms. But this, right now, she just wanted the sensual lovemaking that he was hell-bent on giving her. That she believed he needed it too.

There had always been a connection there, regardless of how rough or fast and frenzied it was. But the slow push and pull of his hard dick moving in and out sent a tingle down her spine with every movement. Every thrust sent shots to her heart. And soon she found his pace, moving in time with him. Her legs locked around his waist, and it brought him in even deeper.

"Dear Lord, Judith, I don't think I can hold out much longer. You feel so fucking good. Loving you like this, nice and slow, feeling everything...it's making my head spin." She wanted to smile at the remark. Most men, at least in her realm, weren't as vocal about what she did to them.

"Come with me, Angel. Take us to fall amongst the stars." He grinned as his lips captured hers while his hips picked up his pace. He pushed further into her, hitting a spot that caused her to lose her breath and blind her for a moment. She gasped as she clutched him tightly. He was just as mute as she was as he came with her, but she could feel the undeniable feelings that were there. They soared together and they fell together.

With a groan, he collapsed against her, his breathing as ragged as hers was. And she held him, content to feel his weight against hers. No writing, no imagination, could have braced her for feeling like this. To feel how exquisite, it was. Or how the closeness engulfed someone. Or even consumed someone.

There was something that passed between them right now that she didn't ever want to lose. But she wasn't a strong person by nature, she didn't fight. So, she knew deep down that she was going to have to hold onto what she felt with both hands and use all her might to not let it go. Because she knew for certain, just like the sun was going to rise shortly, that this love, this foundation, was going to be tested, and she was going to have to be ready for it.