I could feel the differences now that I was close. My body…flowered was all too poetic, but what else was it? I felt like I swelled, parted, opening towards Jai like a bloom would in the presence of the sun, and his tongue dug deeper, the graze of his stubble wearing against my skin.
He pulled back, gasping. “Shan, you’re…”
“I know.”
He bent his head, sucking my clit in a series of gentle little pulses, the faintest hint of teeth making my fingers claw at the bed. It throbbed in response, happy, willing to follow his lead. But I ached, deep inside me, in ways I’d never felt before. It was intense, this yearning, something I struggled to articulate.
“Jai…I need…”
“This, baby?” he asked, sliding a finger in.
“More, Jai.”
“What about this?”
I could feel him move his finger up to one knuckle in, but it wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough. Instead, it made me all the more aware of what was missing, what I needed.
“Jai…”
“Ask for it, baby. Anything I’ve got, I’m giving you. Ask for it.”
“I…”
“That’s it, love.”
“Hot… Need… Aching, Jai!”
He surged up and over me, slamming his mouth down on mine, kissing me so thoroughly, I was left with an aftertaste of myself. And then he drew back, just hanging over me, staring down.
“I can put my cock in you, get the both of us off, get you used to me, but you won’t take my knot until you’re ready, OK?”
I nodded, the only communication I had left to me. The fire under my skin was beginning to bite, no longer something sweet and hot.
He stared at me the whole time, not letting me look away as his cock bumped me, dipping in, a spurt of slick coating the head.
“That’s it, baby. I’m big, this will feel so much better when you’re dripping.”
He reached down, stroking his cock in and out of me in the shallowest of strokes, until several more gushes had rushed out. I heard his breath catch in his chest, his eyes darting between watching my expression and where we joined as he pushed himself inside.
Fuck! My fingers dug into the bed, and it felt like they were shredding the sheets as something thick and blunt was forcing its way into me in small rocking increments. Sometimes penetrative sex could be a bit…meh? Like it was the clitoral stimulation and the connection between the other person that got me off, but the feeling of peen in vag was kinda…not that exciting. There was no focusing on anything else now. I was being invaded and I liked it.
I was a useless bloody lover, lying there and writhing as I felt the heavy drag of his cock against me. Something inside me sharpened, hungry for more, flaring brighter and more intense, while little reflexive flutters sent rills of pleasure through me, encouraging me and him to go deeper.
“Jesus, Shan…” he ground out when my legs locked around his hips. “I’m trying to—”
His words were cut off as I rolled us over, appearing triumphantly on top. He was lovely and sweet, but I was done with him doing everything in this. I crouched over him, easing him back in, my spine tightening as I went. I took him, inch by delicious inch, just wanting more, more, more. Until I got it.
“Oh god,” I panted, realising what I’d done. I was so fucking full, I was a little scared to move, but Jai looked up at me with a sweet smile.
“You’re OK, baby.” He reached up and teased my clit with his thumb, my eyes falling closed as I felt the strokes through my whole body. “Move the way your body wants you to.”
And it did. I clenched down around him at his first touch, but that wasn’t enough. The raw burn as I pushed him in…that, I needed that. I rose up, feeling the pull of his cock as I did, as if it didn’t want to let go. It needn’t have worried, as I sank down again, only to rise once more.
Fuuuuck…it was all in the friction with Jai. He’d lit a fire inside me, and now we were pushing it to flare brighter. We moved together, him thrusting up as I descended, faster and faster. It needed it, the flame within, one that began to centre down to one point.
My hands planted on his chest, his hands covering mine, and the change of angle was everything. The position, the curve of his dick,