Page 5 of Honey Pot
My hips lifted from the bed as his tongue licked a slow circle around my nipple. My body lit up in clusters of fireworks that only seemed to spread as he continued to work his tongue over all my most sensitive spots. His fingers hooked into the sheer fabric of my underwear and tugged them down over my thighs, sinking his head between them and kissing a pattern against my skin.
I wiggled against the ticklish feelings. “Do something,” I groaned impatiently, “anything.”
He didn’t respond with words as his tongue brushed against my thigh. “Cael, if you take any longer to make me feel good, I’ll let Daddy shoot you just for good measure.”
That produced a laugh from him, but it was short-lived and drowned in the sound of a sharp gasp that dripped from me as he licked a trail through me. The fire in my belly seemed to rage as his fingers dug into my thigh, and he worked his tongue deeper. The bit of stubble he had managed to grow rubbed against my skin and tickled me as he moved in light circles. I wanted to touch him, but he had tied my hands to the rungs above my head, so instead, I raised my hips to meet his face and curled my free leg up against his shoulder.
My back arched against the feeling of his fingers slipping into me. I was too tight and unready for the sensation. It burned at first but slowly faded to a dull heat as he moved them in and out of me.
“Cael,” I said, pressing my leg against his shoulder tighter in an attempt to control the cord that wound as tightly as it ever had within me. If he didn’t stop soon, it would snap before we even had sex. “I’m not going to last to third base if you don’t quit,” I warned.
“Oh.” His breath was warm and tickled against my sensitive clit as he spoke between nibbles and licks. “I don’t want you to last,” he said. “I want you to come for me now and then again when I finally get inside of you.”
“Cael Cody!” I gasped at how dirty he was talking to me. “I thought youwere a gentleman.”
“You never thought that,” he laughed wildly, his blue eyes glimmering up at me like he had stars trapped behind them. “Besides, I am being a gentleman.” He kissed my clit. “Ladies first.”
His hands started to move faster, his tongue working in time, and he began to rub soft circles with his thumb against all the sensitive spots. I couldn’t form a thought to argue with him. Stars exploded across my vision, and heat rose through my neck and consumed everything around me. Shockwaves of pleasure rolled through my body in an overwhelming way I had never experienced before. Like flying and falling at once, his touch tingled every nerve ending in succession. The world seemed to be hazy except for Cael, who was in perfect focus as he kissed his way up my stomach to my breasts.
Cael’s thumb brushed over my nipple, followed by his tongue and a trail of soft kisses back to my mouth. I leaned into the taste, chasing the high that my body was coming down from as he pushed my legs apart with his knee.
“There she is,” Cael whispered as my eyes finally focused on him. His chain hung between us and slowly brushed against my hot skin.
“Again,” I pushed up to him, nipping his bottom lip, making him laugh excitedly as his hands came up to frame my face.
“Patience, Plum.” He kissed my nose gently and then worked carefully to untie my hands, kissing and licking the few spots that had imprints from my tank top. “It was too tight.” His pretty smile turned down at the corner.
“It was perfect,” I insisted, kissing the corners and, finally free of my bindings, able to touch him the way I wanted to. I pushed him back, ready for a sense of control, and flipped him onto my mattress with a giggle as his hands raked up my back. “Thank you,” I said, peering down at his dumb, pretty face and big idiot grin.
“Anything for you, Clem,” he said, the words hanging between us. “Now kiss me before your daddy comes home ’cause I ain’t looking to find the end of a shotgun between my legs tonight.”
“Shut it.” I kissed him a little longer that time, savoring every tiny twitch of his hands and legs as I pressed down against him, still separated by his boxers. His hands kneaded my ass and helped me find a rhythm as we made out until our lips were sore and we couldn’t breathe any longer.
“What do you need?” Cael asked as he buried his mouth into the curve of my neck. “Tell me so I can give it to you,” he begged. “Please, Plum.”
“You,” I huffed, dragging my hips along him until I felt him catch on my ass with a long groan, “I just need you.”
“That I can manage.” He smiled against my skin as he wiggled free of his boxers. I felt him bounce free against my ass, and I practically whimpered as he raked and handed me over in preparation. He hesitated just for a moment, the wet tip of his cock pressed at my entrance. “If it hurts, tell me.” He kissed my jaw. “We'll go slow.”
I nodded and buried my face against his neck to brace for it, and he was right. As he pressed deeper, stretching me around him, it burned for a moment, just like it had with his fingers, but over time, it faded, and all I could feel was the pulse of us moving together.
“That’s my girl.” He raked his hands over my hair, tangling into it and gripping my neck as he rocked deeper. I pressed my hand up around his back, curling my fingertips into his shoulders, and kissed my way across his neck as he pumped and brought us closer together than we would ever be.
“You okay?” He asked quietly when I paused, but the cord was rewinding, and my breath was caught sticky in my throat. “Clem, you gotta talk to me. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he whispered to me.
“Don’t stop,” I choked out as he pushed all the way in, bumping every sensitive spot within me. “Cael, I’m not gonna make it.” I could feel myself spiraling. Before I could beg further, he picked up his speed, and all the pain turned to an intense wave of pleasure that seemed to crash down over me.
His breathing became labored, and his grip around my body tightened as he pushed us both closer to the edge. “Almost there,” he kissed my sweaty temple, rocking into me as the cord snapped. It wasn’t at all what I had been expecting, it was a tricky combination of pain and intense vibrations that made my fingers and toes tingle.
Cael groaned and pulled from me, quickly shifting away as he finished, his warmth spreading over my stomach as he did so. “Sorry,” he whimpered breathlessly, sounding embarrassed.
“Don’t,” I said, brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead.
I pushed from the bed on weak knees and padded to the bathroom to clean up. I stared at myself in the mirror and, even though nothing was different about my thick thighs, belly, or swollen breasts, I felt different. I felt alive, like every inch of my skin was sparkling, and for the first time, I felt seen.
I returned and handed him a clean cloth, tugging my shorts on and climbing into bed beside him. I felt him wrap me up in his arms, and his lips found home against my neck as he buried himself into me again. “I’m sorry if you’re sore,” he apologized, looking up at me.
“I’m not,” I lied.
