by Naomi Niles
I had to hold onto the back of his shirt just to keep from falling. He wrapped his arm around me to support me and pressed in further. His tongue flicked out to press against my upper lip. Then he pulled back. “I don’t ever want to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do. I love you, Gillian.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed me, this time slower with a gentle touch I never knew he had. When my lips opened, he let his tongue pull out just enough to give me a taste. Then he pulled back and stood up to lead me into the bedroom.
When he laid me down on the bed, I closed my eyes. My body was sore. My skin was raw, and my wrists stung where the rope had dug into them. I’d done too much, seen too much, and I was tired. It would’ve been easy to give into the haze of the tranquilizers if it weren’t for Dwayne’s touch.
His lips poured in, and he swung himself over me, his knee digging into the space between my legs. He pushed it deeper, it grazed my lips, and I sighed. He let his hands move down my arms and grabbed my hands. The chill erased all of the pain, my lips opened to accept him, and he pressed his tongue through, this time deeper into my mouth.
I forgot all of the bloodshed and the fear and drifted back into a state of peace, enchanted by his lips moving down my neck, behind my ear. He lifted my hands and kissed up my arm, my shoulders, and back down over my chest.
This was worship, soothing and pure, not sex. He hadn’t even touched me yet, though I could feel his knee grazing my opening. That wasn’t the point of this. He needed me to give myself over to him, and I needed to know that he was there, that he was safe.
“I love you.” He kissed me again. “I love you.” Another kiss, and I felt chills moving down my neck. “I love you.” The cold flowed down my body, over my arms, and into the place just below my gut. He was moving down my neck, playing with the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly.
He lifted it off and threw it onto the ground, then focused on the space between my breasts, his hands gripped on my sides. He was bulging out of his jeans. I could see his cock jump and shivered. He laughed and looked up at me. “So sexy…” He pulled down, kissed my stomach, then reached up behind my back to unclasp my bra. He slid it off and flicked his tongue over the tip of my nipple.
The warmth was a shock that sent me reeling. It pierced through the cold that’d settled in my gut and flew down towards the space between my legs. It was ready to leap out, so I closed my legs shut, hoping I could contain it.
His hands cupped my breasts as he moved on to the other nipple. I gasped when he nicked it with his teeth. “Oh, God.”
“Ooh,” he laughed and dove in again. This time he clamped his teeth down and pinched my other nipple. I jolted up, and he shoved his hands down my pants. He swept his palm over my lips, then pushed his finger through, just the tip. It wasn’t enough, but that one little bit was a powerful catalyst.
My legs were quivering; my lips throbbing. I was struggling to hold it in, but it wasn’t going to work. It was coming. Every time he pushed his finger through, I felt myself losing more and more control until I couldn’t stand it.
He pulled out and reached his head up to kiss me again. His movements were filled with the force of his passion. His tongue pushed deeper into my mouth. His hands were cupping my breasts, and his cock was rubbing against my wet lips.
He didn’t move onto the next spot or even begin pleasuring himself. He was content to move his hands over me and taste my lips. We’d both been so deprived. I’d lost sight of how much I needed this.
His thumbs were circling my nipples, an icy burn that spread down my stomach, mixed with the warmth of his lips and the pressure of his bulge, pressing in and out, in again, this time deeper. I was trembling. This time it was coming and I couldn’t stop it no matter how hard I tried. I pinched my legs closed, but he ripped them apart and unbuttoned my pants.
The air rushed through, lapping at my sensitive skin, and I was certain that I was going to explode. His lips moved down my neck, kissed my nipples, lapping at them with his tongue as he pulled my pants lower, down below my hips where his hand lingered. It moved down the curve, over my thigh, towards the opening.
He ripped my pants down below my knees. The anticipation was overwhelming. My body was screaming, but he was slow, purposeful, and never rushed. Instead, he focused on the tips of my nipples, pressing them between his lips.
The shock lifted my body, and my eyes snapped shut. The fire, the chill, and his soothing touch became a chain reaction, setting off the wild burst forming between my legs. I could feel it trickling out now, and his hand was getting closer, towards the space between my labia and my thigh.
My blood was pulsing, my heart throbbing – all in anticipation of that moment when he’d finally touch me, but he wasn’t going to rush. Instead, he pulled his hand away and moved his head lower, along with my pants, and kissed my stomach, my belly button and even lower.
I tensed up. He ripped my pants off and looked up at me. He grabbed the hem of my panties and slowly pulled them down as he rose up, ran his hands down my leg, and pulled off my shoe, then my sock, and began kneading the ball of my foot.
“Oh,” I sighed as he applied pressure beneath my toes, stroked the arch, then lifted my foot up so he could kiss it. He set it down and moved his hand up my other thigh. His thumb grazed my clit, and something inside me burst open and a flood began to build up, trickling out in tiny drops, each growing larger and larger, bursting through until a rush poured out and I felt like I was falling through a cloud of hot steam.
“A-ah,” I moaned. The flood didn’t stop. It was taking me with it, pouring over the rest of my body until it carried me away. My eyes snapped shut. I was sliding through, crying out. It wasn’t going to stop. It was taking over.
I felt like I was lying under a waterfall, letting it pound against my skin. Eventually, the water did begin to diminish, but it left behind a searing heat that coalesced deep, just below my stomach.
He pulled my other shoe off, my sock, and took his time taking in my expression while he massaged the balls of my feet. His other hand moved forward, down my thigh, and he grabbed my clit and pressed it in between his fingers. I sucked in a quick burst of air and my hips shot up.
He drove his head through, swept his tongue over my lips, and I could feel them parting, writhing from the tense heat of his breath. He was circling the tip of my clit with his fingers, and drove his tongue through, just enough to send me into a frenzy before he pulled it back.
I reached down to grab his head and push it in, but he pulled back and wagged his finger, then stood up. Pulling his hand away from my clit, he began unbuttoning his pants. His finger slid down the zipper as his thumb flitted over the head of his cock.
Goosebumps popped up on my arms. I needed to touch him, to let him know hat I appreciated him as much as he appreciated me. I sat up…only to have him push me down.
“Stay there.”
“But…”
“No.” He wagged his finger and began lifting his shirt to reveal a trail of hair leading down into his pants, his ridged stomach, the mounds of his chest, and his mountainous shoulders. He threw it off and pounced on top of me. His lips met mine, his body pressed in, and his cock pressed against my thigh.
I wanted it. I needed it. It was infuriating, exciting, and overwhelming. I knew that if I begged for it, he’d make me wait longer. I couldn’t sit through it, though. I would lose my mind – but I didn’t have any other options, and his lips felt so good.
I could feel something move down my thigh, and his bare skin pressed against mine. His cock was sitting upright, pressed against my opening, and he was pulling his pants down lower. The tension, the need — every breath, every movement was torture. He pressed in deeper, and I pushed into it in a desperate attempt to drive him deeper, but he pulled away, and I lost it.
“Don’t you keep me waiting like that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pulled on his foreski
n, moved his hand up, then back again. He took his time, watching my reaction. “You know what this is for?”
“Screw you.”
“You wanted to take some time away.”
“I swear to God, Dwayne.”
I reached down to touch myself, but he caught my hand, lifted it up, and kissed the palm, my wrist, my arm, elbow, then shoulders as he bent down further. My bottom lip quivered when cock grazed my thigh. My hands were shaking, my stomach trembling, and I was struggling to hold it in.
He kissed me and pulled his hips up. Then he was inside. “A-a-ah,” I moaned. The sound left my lips and kept rolling out. He was going slow, edging towards my spot. He stopped short, pulled out, and dove in again, this time closer – but not nearly enough.
“Oh my God…” He pinched my clit. My body was pulsing, and he was moving through me, closer now. I could almost feel the tip pressing in. Then he touched it and a burst of warmth spread up my body, licking at the skin, scorching through tissue and bone. The blast was spreading, taking over, pouring out, reaching into the neglected cracks and crevices, filling them with an overpowering heat. My eyes snapped shut, my head flew back, and I jolted.
When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. He pulled his head lower and grazed his lips over mine, then flicked his tongue through. As the tempo increased, something started to build.
It wasn’t a small campfire or a few bright sparks. This was a meteor falling towards the Earth, and he was pushing it closer with every thrust. When it hit, nothing would survive. He was moving faster now, deeper, each time resting his cock on my spot, then pulling out and back again.
His lips never left mine; his tongue was roaming, his hands traveling down my back, over the curve of my hips. He slammed deep and circled his finger around my clit, over the tip. My voice bubbled out. I couldn’t control it.
It began with a soft note that drove my head back. Then it grew in intensity with every thrust until I was crying out and he was drilling through me. I wasn’t sure if I could take it. Once I went there, there was no going back. I’d be lost in it.
I decided, without even realizing it, that I was giving myself to him, letting him take control, allowing him to conquer my body. He could go wherever he wanted, do what he wanted, and even though I knew I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t care. I wanted him to take me. I knew that he’d treat me with care, and he proved it with every kiss.
My voice was coming out in quick bursts met with his lips, then out again. He was pounding me now, hitting the spot every time, driving that meteor further and further down. I was falling now, a sensual wind fluttered over my skin. He pinched my clit, and I jolted up as he pushed into it.
The impact was instant – a whiplash that obliterated everything. I was writhing, crying out, trembling, and shaking. I grabbed the sheets to brace myself, but the tension only made it worse. A fierce heat flowed into me, met with a roar of energy. The shockwave spread out, devouring everything it touched, and flowed between us.
It was a shared experience. His face was strained. His deep, drawn out moan melded with my own cries and created a thunderous blast that echoed through the room into the rest of the house. When he pulled out, the head of his cock dripping, he smiled down at me kissed me, then rolled over to face me.
“You’ve got me,” he said. “I don’t think I could ever get enough.”
“I know I can’t.” We were both out of breath and something was still flowing through me. It was dissipating, but it left a rosy glow that lasted until I fell asleep.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Dwayne
I could feel Gillian’s head resting against my shoulder before I opened my eyes. She was my anchor. Whenever I felt myself slipping back into the desert, I could reach out and touch her. She never failed to bring me back to the moment.
I knew that I would probably wake her up if I moved, so I watched her as long as I could, while the light from the window crept over her face until she started to stir. She turned over, stretched her arms, and opened her eyes. “Good morning.”
I responded with a kiss. She pushed her hand between my legs and grabbed my exposed cock by the base. It flared up and jumped. “That’s so good.”
She slipped her palm up and circled her thumb over the tip. I reached back behind her head and pulled her closer so I could touch my lips to hers. She let me push my tongue through. Her hand was moving faster over the shaft now, and she was starting to pull back.
Her lips were warm against my chest, her breath sweet, and her hand was so smooth, so gentle. She knew how to creep her fingers over the head and twist her palm. The rhythm was perfect. It didn’t take her any time at all to learn it. She simply knew how to move.
Her lips pressed against my stomach. Her hand explored the ridges, the cliffs and hills. Her mouth followed shortly after. She was getting closer. My cock was jumping, and I was ready to lose control. I rested my hand on the back of her head. “Do you want me to suck it?”
I nodded my head. She flicked her tongue out and drew it back. My phone started to ring. “Ignore it,” I said.
She picked it up to see who it was. “It’s your mother.”
“Throw it out the window.”
“Hello?” she answered and stood up. “Oh, hi, Carrie. How are you?” I made a slicing motion across my neck. Gillian ignored me and grabbed her robe off the hook on my bedroom door. She turned back with a grin before she wrapped it around her. “Uh-huh,” she leaned against the doorframe. “I don’t know. Let me ask.” She was trying not to laugh. “Dwayne, would you like to talk to your mother?”
I shot up out of bed, snatched the phone and said, “Mother,” in a tense voice, “I can’t talk right now. Call back. What do you want?”
“I was just wondering if I was ever going to see you again.”
“Jesus,” I sighed. “I’m here with my girlfriend trying to have a nice morning.”
“I know. I know. You hate talking to me. You think I’m overbearing and spiteful. It’s okay. I get it.”
“I think you’re having too much fun with this.”
“I am, but you still have to come see us.”
“No.”
“What does she want?” Gillian leaned in close to the speaker so she could hear.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Not nothing.”
Gillian heard her this time. She grabbed the phone away from me and walked into the other room. I lay back on the bed and decided to close my eyes as long as I possibly could. “We’d love to. When is it?” There was a pause. “No, don’t worry about him. I’ll make sure he comes.”
“I’m not going.”
“Yes, you are.”
I got up off the bed and grabbed a robe to wrap around my body. Gillian wasn’t getting any for another week after this, and she certainly wasn’t going to see me naked. “Tell her I’ll pull Jesse out of the hospital and drive him down if she makes me go.”
“He wants to know if he can bring Jesse.” Gillian took a second to listen, then, “she says he just got out. That’s why they’re having the party.”
“I just want to spend the day with you.” I wrapped my arms around her.
“Yeah, he said he’d be happy to spend the day with you.” I dug my teeth into her neck. Her eyes went wide, and she clenched her fists. “Ah,” she started to moan and caught herself. “Yeah, that’s fine. No, it’s okay. Dwayne will get it.”
I smacked her on the butt and walked into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Gillian wanted an audience, and I wasn’t going to give her one. When she walked in, she was off the phone. She pulled a banana off of the fridge, peeled it, and spent her time moving her tongue over the tip.
“Not going to work.” I took a bite of cereal and focused on my bowl.
“You’re not mad, are you?” She sat down at the table.
“Of course, I am,” I said playfully. “I have you and my mother ganging up on me, and now I have to spend the day watching my brother nod out on
opiates and drink himself into a coma.”
“We can always just sit in the backyard and pretend we’re the only ones there.”
“Somebody will always find a reason to invade our space. It’s inevitable. Can’t we just stay home in bed?”
“I really wanna go. I haven’t been home in a long time, and we owe it to Jesse to be there. He did save our lives. This isn’t like you, Dwayne.”
“What are you talking about? I hate social events.”
“That’s not what I mean. Normally if somebody did what he did, you’d show them the recognition they deserved.”
I got up to clean my bowl. She stared at me for a second, then walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. I didn’t like pulling away from her like that, but she wouldn’t understand. I was thankful. I would give my life for my brother.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Gillian was just getting out of the shower. I could feel her tension. She walked right past me and didn’t say anything. “What did my mom want me to get?”
“Three packages of chicken thighs.”
“Really?”
“She said she had to throw the whole thing together last minute.”
“Did she say why?”
“No, she didn’t. Maybe she’s just lonely and wanted to have people over. Can you blame her?”
“That couldn’t be it.” I grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom to rinse off.
Gillian was standing in front of the mirror in the living room putting on lipstick. When she saw me, she turned away.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I said, it’s nothing.” She went back into her room to grab her purse, then came out and announced that she was ready. She wouldn’t talk to me when she got in the car. I couldn’t stand it.
“I don’t like you being mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you. I’m just confused.”
“It’s not something I like to talk about.”
