Upon the Gaze (Ghostface X Reader 18+)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Body Melody

He carried me up the stairs with my legs still wraped around his waist. We paused in the hallway a couple of times for quick make-out sessions, before wandering back into my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and began nibbling at my neck. His dark hair flowed over me, and tickled my skin. His hands snaked their way up, gliding from my waist to my arms, and held them in place. He began kissing down to my chest, releasing one arm so his hand could tug down on the cloth of my shirt, allowing more access to the skin. I squirmed a bit at the sensation of his hot breath and warm lips making contact between my cleavage. His fingers slid down to the hem of my shirt, disappearing underneath the fabric. Little gasps slipped from me as his hands felt slightly cold while they ran back up to my chest. His hand gently groped one of my breasts. I tried to cover my reddening face and stifle my moans with my one free hand. His head dipped down, kissing my neck and making its way up to my ear.
"You don't have to be shy with me." He whispered. I drew my hand back slightly to look into his eyes. His other hand unpinned my arm, and instead was used to gently pull away my own hand that was trying to conceal my face. "I want to see the expressions you make, and hear the noises that come out of you." His tone was severely arousing, and I knew I couldn't say no to him. He kissed me feverishly, and licked my bottom lip. I'm not one to often play games so I immediately gave him access. Before diving in completely he whispered,
"Such a good girl." Then plunged his tongue into my mouth. My moans were muffled, as he continued his work. Time was irrelevant to me as I had no idea how long this action continued, just that I wanted more and more. He finally withdrew his tongue, leaving a string of saliva as he pulled away. It left us both panting.
"Why don't we get you out of those clothes." He said in an amorous tone. He helped raise me up from the bed and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. He kissed my lips, then kissed along my jawline, then trailed down my neck, and down to my chest. He reached around and unclipped my bra with the same level of skill as the last time he had done so. Once the garment was discarded to the floor, he began to nibble and lap at my sensitive buds. His hands reached for mine and interlocked his fingers with my own. Soft moans dribbled out of me as his work continued. "Tell me what you want." He suggested lustfully. "Just don't stop." I breathed out with a moan following it. One of his hands unlocked from mine and his long, slender fingers slid down my waist. Without looking, he unbuttoned my pants and loosened the zipper, then he rested his hand on my thigh.
I waited in anticipation. He looked up at me with his chin resting in my cleavage. I gave him a pleading look and he smirked. He reached around and took the hem of my pants. I lifted myself slightly to let him gradually guide them down my legs. Another garment to be tossed to the floor. He then lifted me up, and readjusted us so we laid properly on the bed. He laid to the side of me, and glided his fingertips up my thigh, arriving just before my aching area. I looked into his eyes, feeling lost in them. They were clouded with lust and I felt desired. I gasped as without warning his finger pressed into me through the fabric. Unused to the sensation I shivered, and let out a stumbled moan. He pressed his lips to my cheek, giving me little pecks as his fingers slid back and forth over my clothed slit. I reached up to grab onto his shirt, and tugged it as my moans grew louder. I looked back into his eyes, and shakily said, "That's n-not fair." He seemed puzzled at first, "What's not fair?" He asked softly. "You're still dressed." I huffed. He chuckled slightly and drew his hand away momentarily. He lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his slightly toned body. I was too aroused at this point to be focused on my shyness, so I didn't even try to hide my blushing, lusty expression as I watched him undress. His hand lingered down to his belt, and he made full eye contact with me as he undid it, followed by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He stood up from the bed, pulling them down the rest of the way, and kicking them to the side. Then climbed back over to me, and returned to his original position. My eyes took in his body, as they wandered along every curve of him. He smiled, then pulled my hand towards him, placing it on his chest. With his allowence, I caressed along his barren chest, and took notice of his smoothness. His hand as well began to slid along my waist and hips once more, until they arrived back at their destination. This time his hand slowly crept underneath the fabric of my underwear, seemingly trying to not startled me and testing what I was comfortable with. He grinned lustfully as his hand finally felt the slick wetness of my core, and he teased me by making small circles around my entrance. I moaned and gasped and called this killers name.
"Do you like that?" He asked in a deep, sexy tone. I simply nodded, eyes half lidded.
"Do you want more?" He beckoned.
"Please, yes." I moaned out. With that his finger slid in, and I gasped sharply at the sensation. He chuckled slightly, and said "You're so wet." He began to pump his single digit inside of me, slowly. My head leaned back on the pillows, and I lost myself in the sensation of my killers finger sliding inside me. His speed began to pick up, and I clung to the bed sheets. His lips whispered in my ear, as his finger worked within me, building up my wetness.
"I've wanted to do this to you since that first night we had together." His voice was deep, as he whispered those sweet nothings. Words wouldn't be able to form for me at this point, so in an attempt to make my point, I placed my hand over his which was doing the work, and lightly tried to push it in slightly further. "Want more?" He cooed, and I nodded my head. He pulled out slightly, then pulled my undergarments down passed my thighs. Once they were removed his finger returned, and began to glide back in, this time with another finger alongside it. I shivered again. He stretched me slightly as he pumped once more, slightly slower than before.
"You're so tight. I'm only using two fingers. I wonder how much more you can take?" He whispered into my ear as his paced began to quicken. Between his words and actions I was in an absolute bliss. I'd been with other men before, but this sensation was entirely different. It felt good, and it only built with each passing second. A strange pressure began to form as his fingers grew more rapid in speed. I felt the need to arch my back as the sensation strengthened. I couldn't describe it in my head other than good, even more so, amazing. His thumb patted against my clit as his fingers drove relentlessly into me, and  I felt as though I was running out of breath with my moans now. Suddenly I jolted slightly, and an immense wave of pleasure I'd never felt before came over me. My moan took on a new sound of it's own as it escaped from my lips. My back relaxed onto the bed and I rode out the sensation with my eyes closed and my breaths evening. He drew his fingers out slowly, knowing I'd be sensitive, and he leaned in, giving me a peck on the lips.
I gradually opened my eyes to meet his, and his seemingly satisfied expression. He smiled as he leaned on his elbow and glanced between my body and eyes.
"Was it that good?" He asked. First of all, yes, but why did he ask that? "What do you mean?" I asked shyly. He smirked slightly and nodded his head to direct me to look  onto the bed. I shifted so I was sitting upright and found a wet spot was in my place. My face began to blush pure red as the realization hit me. I came for the first time. My hands covered my face, and I curled into a feetle position. "What's wrong? It did feel good, right? Did I go too far?" I could tell in his voice he was concerned, and upon peeking through my fingers at him I could see it through his expression as well. "N-no. I just didn't know I could..." I sheepishly muffled through my hands.
"Wait...you mean that's the first time you've ever gotten off?" He asked seemingly shocked. I nodded my head. "What kind of dumb motherfuckers have you been dating!?" He said, then he wrapped his arms around me and drew me into his lap, hugging me tightly. "Well, don't worry. There's a lot more where that came from." He seemed prideful in his ability to make me feel good, and I smiled and chuckled as my head leaned into him.