XLIV
Lick me dry? He doesn't mean what I think he does, right?
He goes down on his knees in front of me, his hands moving up from my ankles. They leave a burning path of shivers and goosebumps wherever they go. As they reach my knee, his mouth joins, slowly kissing the skin on my thighs. He moves up, until his face is extremely close to my burning spot and I begin to think that my assumption was right. He bites his lip, his eyes on my center while his hands move around it: they caress my hipbones, my upper thighs and suddenly, he looks at me and joins his hot mouth with my center.
I gasp, bite my hand to stop myself from crying out and look up at the ceiling.
"Eyes on me." he growls and I look back down at him.
His entire mouth is covering my sensitive bud and he harshly sucks on it, before his tongue circles it and flaps over it. He moans while doing that, as if he's tasting some good dish.
"You taste so fucking amazing." he says and licks his lips before going down again.
I have my hands buried in his hair, tugging on it with a lot of force.
He brings his hands up to my center and he removes his mouth from me, watching his finger move on me. He brings it up to my sensitive bud and massages it, pressing on it forcefully and I have to bite my hand even harder, though I can't cover some of the moans which escape my mouth. He watches his finger on me with awe, his lips parted and wet with my arousal, when he slips it inside of me.
I gasp, getting accustimed to the slightly different feeling. His mouth is on me again, tasting me, making me his while his long finger moves in and out of me.
We make eye contact and his hand reaches up to my breast, squeezing it. "I'm gonna add another finger, is that okay?" he asks and I nod.
He slides his finger out of me, and pushes it back in, this time accompanied with another finger.
The feeling of being filled overwhelms me for a moment and I close my eyes in slight discomfort. When he slowly begins to move his fingers again, it turns to pleasure, even better than before. His moves grow faster and faster, his mouth tugging on me. I am a panting and moaning mess underneath him and his arms.
I explode. Through the bliss I can barely feel his hand over my mouth, quieting me down.
When I come back to earth a few moments later, he is laying beside me on his side, watching me. I look up at him, in awe of him and the things he shows me.
"That was..." I say, not knowing how to describe it.
Intense?
Amazing?
The best thing I ever felt?
"I saw, yeah." he chuckles. "I could barely shut you up, I thought your dad was gonna find out. Here, put this on." he says, lifting up his shirt in the air and wiggling it. I oblige and put it on, his smell entering my senses. He leans down and pecks my forehead and as he does that, his crotch brushes over my leg. I realize that his member is still begging for attention, ready for action.
"Do you want me too... Um...." I begin.
"Give me a handjob?" he helps and I blush.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "You're so cute when you chuckle. And no, you're too tired for that, I can see it."
"But I feel like I never return the favour." I argue.
"What do you mean? You have me a handjob the last time."
"Yes, but..."
"Look, don't worry about it." he cuts me off. "Let's just go to sleep."
At that, he positions himself on the pillows until he's comfortable, and when he does, I snuggle up to him as always, and lay my head down on his chest.
This is what I've been missing these past days. Having him here with me.
"Do you think we'll be okay?" this time, I'm the one to speak the question.
Axel shifs from below me, putting his head over his arm.
"I think," he begins, carrasing my hair, "that we can make it, as long as we want to."
I smile and press myself closer to him. "Deep words, Mr. Jarvis. You surprise me."
He chuckles. "That's what I live for."
After a few moments, I speak again. "I hope you're right." I whisper and peek up at him through my lashes. He tucks my hair behind my ear, his rough fingers capable of such soft action. "I love you." he whispers and intense happiness spreads through my body.
"I love you, too." I say back and lift myself up a bit, only to peck his soft lips.
No more words are exchanged this night, and we fall into deep slumber, exhausted from everything that happened today. Our alarm comes in a completely different form than we expected the next morning.
"What the hell is going on here?!" my dad booms, his expression more furious than ever before.