I'm right there, waiting on the edge, needing to fall off the cliff into an abyss of unicorns, rainbows, and orgasms. Of course, Bishop knows that, so he holds back. Hitting so close to the spot I need, giving me everything I want but not enough. Never enough.
My chest is heaving at a scary rate, sweat is falling between the valley of my breasts, and I watch as my stomach clenches. I can hear the sounds of my lubricant smacking against his fingers and mouth, driving me so much closer to the Promised Land.
I look down at his head full of golden hair that contrasts against my almost white skin. It's picture worthy. I want to frame it on my wall.
His dark eyes are nearly black as they meet mine. He pulls his mouth away from my pussy, his stare is captivating. I'd never seen his eyes that color before. The light catches my juices that are coating his chin, beard, and the tip of his nose. He's devilishly gorgeous─coated with me. My heart jumps at the thought of this being our way of claiming him.
With one more pump of his fingers, he then moves them in a come hither motion inside me, before setting me on fire completely.
"Come for me, Valor."
And I do just that when he presses his thumb into my sensitive bud like an explosive device. I come so fucking hard, I really think I might pass out. My legs straighten out as my toes curl downward. My thighs clench around him as blissful spasms shoot inside my body like fireworks.
I’m delirious, and the room is spinning from pleasure. I try to control my breathing, taking deep breaths. "Oh my God…" I moan as my body comes down from its high. Bishop is looking at me with a smirk.
Cocky bastard. He leans forward pressing his lips to mine and I sigh in contentment. I taste my tangy sweetness on his tongue. It makes this more erotic. Tasting myself on his lips makes the hunger return to my stomach. I push myself closer to him.
"So responsive," he groans. His hands come around my body picking me up again. My shaky legs attach around him. My lips place kisses to his chest and neck as he continues the walk to what I assume is his bedroom.
Once we arrive, the darkness in the bedroom encases us. In a matter of seconds I'm flat on my back in the softness of his bed. Bishop makes his way on top of me. Slowly, he leaves gentle kisses from my ankle to my calf, my thighs, hips, stomach until he reaches my breasts.
Worshipping my body.
I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth rolling it around, biting softly. His hand is pinching, and working at my other boob. He pays much needed attention with his mouth to the other breast before working his way towards my throat, leaving scorching hot, opened-mouth kisses along the column of my neck.
The back of my head is pressed into the pillows, while my fingers are digging into the skin of his back with little mercy, leaving marks, evidence of my pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls.
Once his mouth finds home on mine again, our tongues twist, tangle, and mingle together. It's addictive. I tangle my fingers in the back of his silky hair pulling him closer to me. I run my tongue along his bottom lip before biting it and pulling back softly. I shiver at the animalistic groan that leaves his mouth.
I grab his pants and shove. Somehow, they come off. He's kneeling between my legs, boxer-clad, and looking like a fucking god. His washboard abs cut into an Adonis belt that disappears into the black boxers he is sporting. I moan as I run my hands down his body, my fingers slipping underneath the material.
He's so ghostly handsome, untouchable. My eyes take their time admiring every inch of him, giving him the worship he deserves. My small hand barely wraps around his length. I work my way up and down slowly pulling the sexist groan from B's lips.
I continue, my thumb swiping across the swollen head, rubbing the precum around in circles. He grabs my wrist tightly, throwing both hands above my head and holding me there. I surrender myself to him. My body grows rigid. I'm not just offering my body to Bishop. I'm surrendering my mind, my soul, my heart─all of it.
It's his, it's always been his.
He looks at me, a spark of nerves flashing in those blue eyes.
“Have you…?”
I shake my head immediately, not admitting that I'd secretly waited for him. That I’d hoped it would be him, be us.
“No, it’s just been you,” I responded. My voice thick with lust and my breathing is uneven.
"Goddamnit, you’re trying to kill me, Vallie.” His voice rips through the veil of fear, pulling me right back to the lust bubble we are trapped in. His tone is hoarse, like even his vocal cords are trying to hold it together.
I can't find any words so I just nod my head, pushing his boxers down his waist. Getting the hint he moves like a panther. First he rips the flimsy material protecting my core, then he pushes his boxers down the rest of the way. I suppress a gasp as his cock springs from the darkness. Fuck.
I'm not a physics major, actually I almost failed it in high school, but I know that it is physically impossible for that to fit inside of me. Not to mention I am a virgin.
I didn't care. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to remember it. I wanted it to scar me forever because this? This with Bishop is more than just losing my virginity. It was two souls who had wandered the earth for years joining together.
I watch as he reaches over to the nightstand before there is a flash of foil and then once again he is on top of me. His weight is resting gently on mine. Both arms resting next to my head. The moon is shining over the side of his face. I take a deep breath. My fingers dance along his chest. I let them trail to his face, tracing the lines of his nose, lips, jaw, all of it.
His cock slides through my crease, up and down. He's coating himself in my juices.
"Bishop?" My voice is slightly broken, soft, gentle, it doesn't even sound like me.
"Vallie?"
"It's always been us, right?"
The pained expression that spans across his face almost brings tears to my eyes. The mask of the confident man I know is gone, and in its place is just B. He looks so broken, and all I want to do is open up my arms and let him find refuge inside my skin. I want to protect him from the pain.
He drops his head to my forehead and kisses the tip of my nose.
"It'll always be us, Val."
I am leaking, proof of his effect on me is running down my thighs, pooling beneath me. A soft whine leaves my mouth as my back bows, hips lifting to meet him. His hand trails down the valley of my breast to my stomach before he grips my hips tightly.
"Stay still, V."
I obey his request. I watch as he slowly starts to enter me. The experience is so erotic. His massive member forces into my small opening I relish in the burn that comes with it, painful with so much pleasure. He’s stretching me to the point I feel like I might break, but I know Bishop will be right here to piece me back together.
I hope.
"Fuck, you're so tight. Relax, Vallie baby, let me in," he groans the command softly. I relax my body more, allowing him to fill me completely. He pushes past what feels like a wall and I hiss in pain.
Jesus, fuck, this shit hurts. Why does no one tell you how much it hurts? It's a pinching, burning sensation that feels the complete opposite of good.
I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, biting a hole through my lip. I clench my eyes shut, trying to breathe slowly. I’m so full, full of him.