The Pull

Chapter 4

The kiss started slow and gentle. He delicately pressed his lips on mine, his thumb caressing my jawline. I sensed he wanted to give me time to change my mind, but that was not happening. His lips sent bolts of fire through me. When the tip of his tongue touched my lower lip, I instinctively parted my lips and let him in. He tasted amazing.

The kiss got more urgent, and as I reached up and pulled him towards me I could feel his hand go from my arm to my waist, holding me closer. His other hand travelled from my jaw to my collarbone, slightly pushing my collar – um, his collar – to the side so he could have better access. Warm fingers slowly travelled along my skin just under the collar of his shirt on me, following my collarbone. Just a few inches from my conveniently braless chest. It was almost like he wanted to feel the pulse beat there. And oh boy, did it beat. It felt like my heart was going to burst.

I wanted more, so I pressed myself on him. I was starting to feel a familiar ache deep in my body and without even thinking I pushed forward, pressing those parts of me now aching and wet on his thigh. A moan, deep in his throat, escaped him as a reaction to it. His hand went from my back to my ass, pushing me harder on his thigh. He was pinning me between him and the door, almost lifting me on his leg. It felt amazing but I wanted more.

Greedy, I tugged at his belt, and by accident felt his arousal by doing so. He was as affected as I was, that much was obvious. Suddenly, he stopped. Holding me tight he shifted so he faced me.

"Are you sure?" he said with a low voice, looking into my eyes with concern and seriousness. So sweet all of a sudden. I nodded.

"I'm sure."

I pushed on him a bit to get free and turned to unlock the door. The second we got inside he went for my mouth again, holding my nape and kissing me like his dear life depended on it. I tugged at his shirt, and he released my mouth just long enough for me to drag the clothing over his head. His hands raked my body, pushing the shirt that-was-his-but-on-me up, finding what they were searching for. Firmly gripping my breasts, he exhaled hard. Yes.

He grazed his thumbs over the sensitive and hard peaks of my breasts and I could feel him smile into the kiss when he felt the goosebumps he caused. He let go of my mouth and leaned in close to my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe.

"Can I look at you?" He wasn't going to do anything without my consent, that much was obvious.

As an answer I lifted my arms, and he pulled the shirt off my body. Gently stroking my breast with the back of his hand.

"You are so fucking beautiful."

He stared at my naked breasts before leaning down and catching one of them in his mouth. Gentle nibbles and a warm tongue had me gasping. The sensation intensified that pulsating ache at the core of me and I could feel myself getting wet for him. A sound I realized came from me caught my ears. I was moaning and didn't even know it.

Still pressing on me with his thigh, his mouth went from my breast to my neck, dropping open mouthed kisses as he went, while letting both his hands run along my thighs. Pushing my skirt further and further up, his hands was on a path towards my ass. He reached the stockings and the garter belt, and his hands stopped.

Kissing my neck and my ear he then faced me again. His eyes were completely black and had a dangerous glitter in them. So, so dangerous.

"Now this I most certainly have to see," he said, his voice raspy and low. Getting on his knees in front of me, he pushed the skirt up until it gathered around my waist, my black cotton panties, garter belt and stockings right in full view. He held me there for a moment, taking it in. His mouth was so close I could feel his warm breath on me.

As if sensing how it affected me and what I wanted, he put his mouth on my core, right over that sensitive bundle of nerves, and let out a warm breath. Only thin, black fabric separated his mouth from me and it was driving me crazy. I didn't stop myself. I simply pushed myself to his face, wanting his mouth right there. He complied and kissed me through the cotton. Then he let his tongue slide along the hem of my panties, holding me steady and not letting me get to close, too fast. His hands wandered to my ass, and he squeezed it.

"What do you want me to do, Rachel?" he said. God, I loved when he called me that. "Say it."

"I want your mouth on me." The words came out in staccato, like my voice could not be trusted. I could feel him smiling, approving. He pushed my panties to one side and let his tongue glide along my folds.

"Fuck, you are so wet," he mumbled, more to himself than to me. Releasing my ass he traced me with his finger, gently letting one finger slide in. I hissed. The feeling was so strong I felt like this could be the moment I died from some pleasure overdose, but I'd be fine with it if that was my fate. It would have been worth it.

"I think you can take one more," he said, sliding two fingers inside of me while gliding his thumb over that button of nerves so sensitive now it made me twitch. I was close to coming apart already but didn't want him to stop so I tried to hold back. I wanted his mouth. He sensed it.

"Don't, Puck. Don't fight it."

Pushing a third finger inside me he pressed on that spot inside of me and I couldn't have stopped the orgasm no matter how hard I fought. It was an explosion, my legs buckled. Wave after wave of pleasure. I clutched his shoulders, trying to hold steady with all I had. My legs were turning into jelly and I had to hold on to him to not fall on my ass. He allowed me to come down a bit and then raised himself. He ran his knuckles along my cheek and then suddenly lifted me up with ease.

"Bedroom?"

Almost delirious I nodded towards the bedroom door. He carried me there and gently put me on the bed. Then he lifted his gaze and looked around.

"Now I see you."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but then realized he was looking at my somewhat strange interior design. The rest of my apartment was me being a grown up. Sombre colours and delicate lines, designed to create a safe space, a haven for my senses to relax in. Comfortable and stylish with a hint of my heritage: my mother had been Swedish, so the Samish woven quilt in red bright colour and the two large egg chairs in brown leather was some of the things reminding me of her.

My bedroom, on the other hand, was something completely different. Black and white photographs from trips I'd made crowded the walls together with stuff I found beautiful: a painting of a humpback whale. A little astronaut figurine hanging from the ceiling, next to a model of the galaxy. Posters from various films I loved. Four canvas paintings of a naked, headless woman body. He lingered his gaze on them, and I felt my cheeks heat up. I had painted those. He seemed to contemplate something, and then shifted his gaze to me. Did he see it? The resemblance?

He looked at me with hunger in his eyes. I was still in garter belt and stockings, as well as slightly displaced panties, so I started to unhook the garter belt. He stopped me.

"You have no idea what the sight of you in them are doing to me, do you?" He spoke low and I could hear the need in his voice.

"Keep them on. Except for these. They'll be in the way for what I want to do to you."

He hooked his index fingers in the hem of my panties and pulled them off me. When his hand gently slid in between my legs that sound escaped me again.

"So, so wet." I reached for his belt again, and this time he let me open it. Pushing his pants and underwear off him in one go I finally got to see all of him. He was magnificent. I could feel him watching me stare but it couldn't be helped. I wanted him inside me so bad. I reached for him, but he caught my hand.

"I never got to giving you what you asked for."

That fire in his eyes again. He lowered himself over me, dropping kisses on my body all the while holding my hands firmly on my belly with one of his big hands.

"Just know you can tell me to stop at any time, and I will."

Stop? Crazy man. I wanted it to never stop.