The Pull

Chapter 5

This time he took his time positioning himself between my legs, pushing my knees higher to get a better exposure.

"I've been wanting to do this properly since I first laid eyes on you," he said in a low voice.

So, he didn't think the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me in the hall to be proper? Yeez. Maybe I wasn't ready for what to come.

Then, at last, his lips were on me. I was so worked up the touch of his tongue felt like electricity – the best kind of jolt making me arch my back. I'd been right: I wasn't ready. I could never have been, because there was no chance in hell I'd ever experienced anything this amazing before. It was like he knew every fold of me by heart, like he instinctively knew things about my body I didn't even know myself. His hands, his fingers. his tongue, his lips, even his warm breath – he used it all, driving me to a breaking point I never knew existed. Not like this. He kept a pressure on me, pushing down on the outside using my own hands under his, while meeting with pressure from the inside. The way he lay heavy on me, his arms around my thighs, the way he hummed approvingly when I reacted to what he did. I realised I was squeezing my thighs around his head, like I was trying to refuse his lips from ever leaving my core. I didn't care. I didn't care if he had air to breathe or not, I didn't care if I was squeezing too hard, I couldn't stop.

Oh. My. God.

Trying to be still was completely impossible, I was pretty much lifting myself from the mattress. He had to let go of my hands to instead hold me in place, leaving my hands free to grab his hair. The sounds I made were absolutely primal – I didn't care about that either. He let me scratch my nails along his neck, he let me pull his hair, squeeze his arms and shoulders. He took it all. For a second his lips broke contact and I heard myself whimper. I needed them back. But it was only for a short moment, long enough to say three words.

"Let go, Puck."

And I did. I let go. I don't know how, what it was with him that made me annihilate walls inside me that had always been there, what he did to make me trust him this much. I shouldn't have. I never did. But I did. And I let go. Of all those insecurities. Of guarding places in me no one got access to. Of anxiety and hurt and loneliness and worry. I was just ME. Nothing more, nothing less. Existing only in this very moment, my focus only on myself and him. There was only pleasure, nothing else could fit into this moment. Everything else faded as a tsunami rolled in, steady-paced and forceful. When it hit me I lost myself, crying out so loud my neighbour in 7c probably heard this too. This time there was no fear or anger in my cry. I hoped she could tell the difference because if the police came banging on my door now I wouldn't be opening. I couldn't. I wasn't here, I was away floating on some paradise cloud of pleasure. I wasn't even me right now. I wasn't coming down.

"Ben!" Tears gathered in my eyes as he kept pushing me further. It was time to slow down, but he didn't. It was so intense, every muscle in my body contracted, every nerve on fire. And it just wouldn't stop.

Then: one orgasm immediately led to another. And then another. And another. It was like going on a rollercoaster, up and down but never slowing down. Fast and hard and mind blowing. It was a storm. A tornado. My whole body shook uncontrollably, and I vaguely realized I drew blood scratching my nails on his neck. Again. And again.

"Ben! Ben!"

I don't know how many times he made me come. I don't know when he slowed down, allowing me to come down, but I am without any doubt certain I would have died the sweetest of deaths, had he continued. As I lay spent on tangled sheets I tried to regain control over my breathing, tried to slow my racing heart down. What in the world just happened?!

"Holy crap..." My voice was hoarse and breathy and full of wonder. He chuckled in that delightful way at my words and lay himself next to me.

"Do you need to rest?" he asked. I turned to my side, facing him.