CHAPTER 10
SANDRA
Oscar slowly circles around me, there... Briefly he closes his eyes, and his breathing hitches.
“You’re so deliciously wet. I want you now!” He thrusts his finger inside me, and I cry out as he does it again and again. He palms my clit, and I cry out once more. He
pushes inside me harder and harder still. I groan.
Suddenly, he sits up and then he moves between my legs, spreading them further apart.
He kneels up and admires me.
He leans down, his
hands on either side of my head, so he’s hovering over me, staring down into my eyes, his
jaw clenched, eyes burning.
“Please Oscar, ” I beg.
“Pull your knees up,” he orders softly, and I’m quick to obey. He positions the head of his erection at the entrance of my sex then he slams into me.
“Aargh!” I cry.
He stills, gazing down at me, his eyes bright with ecstatic triumph.
His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing is harsh. He groans.
I nod, my eyes wide, my hands on his forearms. I feel so full. He stays still, letting me acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside me, after two weeks of being away.
He eases back with exquisite slowness. And he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts
into me again and again. I cry out a second time, and he stills.
I groan. Oh, I want this.
And he moves, but this time he doesn’t stop. He shifts onto his elbows so I can feel his weight on me, holding me down. He moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of me. And as I grow accustomed to the sweet feeling, my hips move tentatively to meet his.
He speeds up. I moan, and he pounds on, picking up speed, a relentless rhythm, and I keep up, meeting his thrusts. He grasps my head between his hands and kisses me hard, his teeth pulling at my lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and I can feel something building deep inside me, like before. I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. My body
quivers, bows, a sheen of sweat gathers over me. My thoughts are scattering... there’s only
sensation... only him... only me… oh please… I stiffen.
Come for me, Sandy,” he whispers breathlessly, and I unravel at his words, exploding
around him as I climax and splinter into a million pieces underneath him. And as he comes, he calls out my name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into me.
I am still panting, trying to slow my breathing, my thumping heart, and my thoughts are in riotous disarray. Wow… that was astounding. I open my eyes, and he has his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Oscar's eyes flicker open and gaze down at me, dark but soft. He’s still inside me. Leaning down, he gently
presses a kiss against my forehead then slowly pulls out of me.
“Ooh.” I wince.
Hee lies down beside me propped on one elbow. He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. I grin widely. I sincerely missed him.
His
eyes are intense, probing, demanding even.
I stretch out beside him, feeling loose-limbed, my bones like jelly, but I’m deeply relaxed. I grin at him. I can’t stop grinning.
I had no idea what my body was capable of, could be wound so tightly and released so
violently, so gratifyingly. The pleasure was indescribable.
I grin up at him impishly. He looks glorious with his ragged hair, narrowed eyes and a serious expression.
“I need to feel you inside me once more” I whisper. For a moment, I think I see a fleeting look of
relief on his face, before the shutters come down, and he gazes at me through hooded eyes.
“Would you now hun?” he murmurs dryly. He leans down and kisses me very
gently at the corner of my mouth. “I can't seem to get enough of you!”
I blink at him momentarily, and then I turn over. He runs his hand down my back to my behind.
“You really have the most beautiful skin,” he murmurs. He shifts so that one of his legs
pushes between mine, and he’s half lying across my back.
I feel his warm skin against mine. Hmm… it feels heavenly. His hair across his chest, tickles my back.
“So you want me to make love to you again?” he whispers in my ear, and he begins to trail
feather light kisses around my ear and down my neck.
His hand moves down, skimming my waist, over my hip, and down my thigh to the back of my knee. He pushes my knee up higher, and my breath hitches… He shifts so he’s between my legs, pressed against my back, and his hand travels up my thigh to my behind. He caresses my cheek slowly, and then trails his fingers down between my legs.
“I’m going to take you from behind, Sandra,” he murmurs, and with his other hand, he grasps my hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding me in place. I cannot move my head. I am pinioned beneath him, helpless.
“You are mine,” he whispers. “Only mine. Don’t forget it.” His voice is intoxicating,
his words heady, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my thigh.
"I didn't know you're this overprotective!"
I murmur beneath him.
His long fingers reach round to gently massage my clit, circling slowly. His breath is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.
“You smell divine,” he nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, round and round. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasure spikes through my blood like adrenaline.
“Keep still,” he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb inside me, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of my honeypot. The effect is mind-blowing..... all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.
“You like this?” he asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out, in, out… his fingers still circling.
I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my body. I moan again.
“You’re so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, babe, I like that. I like that a lot,” he whispers.
I want to stiffen my legs, but I can’t move. He’s pinning me down, keeping up a constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. It’s absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he moves suddenly.
“Open your mouth,” he commands and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly.
“See how you taste,” he breathes against my ear. “Suck me, baby.” His thumb presses on my tongue, and my mouth closes round him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on his
thumb.
"This is
erotic."
I gasp.
He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. I’m enticingly ensnared by him, and he’s poised and ready to take me once more.
He slowly eases into me, slowly, slowly, until he’s buried in me. Stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I groan again, and he
deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in.
He repeats this motion again and again. It’s driving me insane – his teasing, deliberately
slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.
“You feel so good,” he groans, and my insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits.
“Oh no, baby, not yet,” he murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again.
“Oh, please,” I beg. I’m not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so tight, craving release.
He ignores me and continues his sweet, leisurely torment,
backward, forward.
He increases the rhythm and his breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quickening, and Oscar picks up the rhythm.
“You're. So. Sweet,” he murmurs between each thrust. “I. Want. You. So. Much.”
I moan.
“You. Are. Mine. Come for me, baby,” he growls.
His words are my undoing, tipping me over the precipice. My body convulses around him, and I come, loudly calling out a garbled version of his name into the mattress, and he follows with two sharp thrusts, and he freezes, pouring himself into me as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, his face in my hair.
“You're too sweet to hold longer!” he breathes. He pulls out of me immediately and rolls onto his side of the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, utterly spent, and immediately drift off into an exhausted sleep.
