Irrational

Chapter 31 - Everything You Needed

With the flick of a wrist Strange removed his cloak. Parting from you lips momentarily, he delicately strokes your hair, gazing down at you.

“You astonish me” Strange states proudly.

“Oh, is that so?” you say tilting your head slightly.

“Mmm it is my sweet one. Being here, so powerful, determined and now” he kisses you desperately, he pulls away again “you are” kissing and nicking your neck “completely at my mercy” you hadn’t noticed he adjusted himself to the side of you, you feel his hand stroking your inner thigh.

You squirm a little to the feeling of him being so close to your heated core, fighting back every urge in you to beg him.

You lick your lips, biting your lower lip hard with how desperate you were for him.

He lifted his head from your neck, feeling your squirm and he took one look at you. Giving you the most sensual smirk, he had ever given you.

He knew.

He crashes into your lips again, you grab onto his neck, securing him to you. Opening your mouth for him once more, your tongues quickly becoming entangled with eachother.

He bites your lower lip, tugging it slightly before running his tongue across your trapped lip.

You feel yourself getting wetter from every touch, tease and torment, this infuriating man was putting you through.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want Y/N” Strange breaths out, as he continues to run his delicate, smooth fingers up your inner thigh, edging closer to your aching clit.

You arch your back, unable to contain your urges anymore, you pull on his neck to lower him to you and look deep into his eyes as you let out a breathe you were holding “You. You, Stephen pleas-“ you stammer out.

That’s all it took, he grinned animalistically before sitting up, reaching, tracing his hands up your legs and securing your panties, pulling them down and discarding them off the bed.

He climbs back to you, leaving a hand tracing back up your inner thigh.

He kisses you delicately, yet with such passion, you lose yourself into the moment. Once you were lost in the kiss, he drove two fingers deep into your core, making you groan out in nothing but pleasure against him.

“Already so slick for me” he purrs against your lips, he starts to slide his fingers from you slowly, before driving them back in, and repeating this sensation over and over, you moaning, squirming and writhing in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Are you close, sweetheart?” he asks in between kissing you and your neck, you nod rapidly, unable to form any words. As you nod, he withdraws his fingers.

“No, don’t stop. Plea-“ you plead with him.

He drives his fingers back into you,
“Mmm so wet, do you like this sweetheart?” He teases you further.

Nodding furiously, you grip onto the covers with one hand and onto Strange’s shoulder with the other, he drives his fingers deeper and more frequent than before, driving you wild, ready for release and moaning in response to every touch you get from him.

He leans down and you feel his hardened length graze your leg, you move your hand off his shoulder and edge towards his length, but before you reach him, Strange grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

“Not this time and for that” he removes his fingers, before you can release again.

“Strange, no-no. Please” you beg, wriggling and begging for more.

“What did you just call me?” he says in a harsh tone.

“Stephen, Stephen please” you beg.

“That’s better. Sweet girl” he pecks you on the lips and then bites hard on your bottom lip, running his tongue along your lip again, urging another moan from you.

His fingers were now running up and down your core, you could feel they were wet from you, just hovering above your core enough to tease you without any physical contact, making you lift your hips ever so lightly to make that contact with his fingers.

Seeing your desperation,spurs Strange on and he holds the side of your face, coming down onto your lips, licking your bottom lip again for you to open your mouth to him, as you do, you feel his tongue searching for yours. Getting a moan from you both.

“Fuck what do you do to me sweet one. I can’t compose myself”. He then plunges his fingers on your clit.

“Oh-my-god, yes” you scream out as he circles your clit slowly with two fingers.

Your grip on the covers below you tighten, you press your head against the mattress as you arch your back again.

“Yes, please, don-don’t stop” You beg, in between deepened breathes.

Strange begins kissing your neck, then your chest, using the arm he was resting on he pulled your v-neck top down and your laced bra down with it, taking your erect nipple in between his teeth, flicking his tongue on it, as he took the rest of your breast into his mouth.

Your hand moves from his shoulder over his hair as he is taking your nipple back in his mouth, releasing another moan from you, making you wetter from the feeling.

You feel him kiss and suck at the top of your breast, as you glance down, he has left his mark on you, making you grin as you licked your lips.

“Now, cum for me Y/N” Strange orders, circling over your clit harder and faster and on command, you cum, hard onto the covers below you, practically seeing stars, your legs tremble and you scream out in pleasure. Leaving you breathless, hot and your cheeks flushed.

As you catch you breathe in the heat of your orgasm, Strange runs his hands down to your core, mopping up your juices. As he looks at you, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Mm, as sweet as I thought you’d be” Strange states sultrily. Smirking down at you.

Planting one more kiss to your lips, he climbs off the bed, offering you a hand up, you take it and sit up.

Kneeling in front of you, he strokes a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling.

“Now let’s get some work done, shall we?” He teases, knowing you were not in a state to be using your powers. But you nod anyway.

“Just give me 5 minutes to sort myself out, that edging was… hot” you say breathless. He smiles, then chuckles as he kisses your forehead.

He stands and heads for the door and as he leaves the room he shouts back “I am to please, sweetheart.”.

You smile and shake your head, making sure the coast is clear, you flop back against the mattress and cover your face, getting all giddy like a schoolgirl being told she was liked by her crush. You come back down to earth, and you throw your arms above your head.

You think to yourself he definitely owns me, and I love it.