Page 53 of Last Light
I come undone completely, choking on the pleasure as my body rides out an orgasm on his fingers.
“That’s real good,” he murmurs thickly, nosing at my belly button and still pumping his fingers against my clenching muscles. “That’s what you wanted, ain’t it? You’re feelin’ real good now. Just like you said.”
I don’t want it to stop, and it doesn’t when his thumb closes down over my clit and starts massaging it. I whine and thrash as the pleasure intensifies again, and soon I’m hit with a couple of mini-orgasms on the heels of the first.
His fingers are still inside me as he moves up my body and mouths a line from my breast to my throat. He sucks on the throbbing pulse there, gently pushing against my lingering contractions.
He hasn’t kissed my mouth yet. I never expected him to.
“You got real wet,” he murmurs, a smile in his voice, although I can’t see his face. “My hand is soaked.”
I giggle and finally release the headboard. I tug on his hair with both hands. I’m feeling better now that he’s more relaxed, more sure of what we’re doing. “Well, you’re the one who put it there. I was feeling good, just like you told me to.”
“Yeah, you were. Let’s see if we can make you feel even better.”
“I have my doubts about whether I can—” I break off with a shrill cry. He’s hefted one of my legs up so it’s wrapped high around his back.
His fingers are still inside me, now at a different angle. I can feel his erection pressing into my other thigh, but he’s still got the sweatpants on.
He fucks me with his fingers. Not just pumping and rubbing. He’s fucking me. With his hand. Rough and fast and urgent.
It feels different. Harder. Deeper.
I gasp out a broken cry and dig my fingernails into the back of his neck. His face is still buried in the curve of my throat.
I’m coming before I know to expect it, my body shaking and my heel lodged hard in his bare back.
“Now you’re feelin’ even better.” His voice is low and thick and intoxicating. “Told you that you could. That’s real good. Feel real good.”
Maybe I come again. Maybe it just lasts a long time. But I never knew my body was capable of feeling this way. I’ve only ever had quick, hot rushes of pleasure from rubbing my own clit.
This is different. It’s wracking my body.
It’s turning me inside out.
Both of us are panting when his pumping hand finally slows down. He rubs me gently before he pulls it out.
“Now my hand is even wetter,” he says dryly, giving my shoulder a little nip.
“Told you. Your own fault for putting it there. Now I want to do more than your hand.”
He clears his throat and lifts up, bracing himself above me on straightened arms. “You sure?”
I almost choke on my surprise. “Yes, I’m sure. I want it. And I want you to feel good too.”
“I ain’t got no—”
“I know. But I don’t think we need condoms. I told you about my period. I don’t think I can... I’m not going to get pregnant.”
Fertility has dropped dramatically since impact. Babies are rare. If I do miraculously get pregnant, I’ll probably call it good for the human race and deal with it.
“I’ll pull out.” Travis has that watchful look on his face again. “At the end. Not a sure bet, but it helps.”
I nod. He knows a lot more about sex than I do, so I assume he can handle that part.
He stands up to take off his sweats. I stare at his naked penis—big, firm, slightly darker than the rest of his skin. He’s got coarse hair around the base and leading upward in a thin line toward his belly. His erection bounces as he moves.
He looks at me for a minute. Then gets on the bed, gently pulls my thighs apart, and positions himself on his knees between them.
