Paragon

Chapter 5

                 

The days seem to blur together, both of us grow lazier and lazier as the hours pass. The shock of the news has seemed to pass, now only apart of our daily thoughts. He hasn't touched me since that day- we haven't been together.

And from not being able to keep our hands off of each other, wanting each other even in sleep, it's frightening. Running my hands over the small, pale pink, see-through babydoll, I feel confident- my body hasn't changed yet. I should own this figure while I can.

With a deep exhale, I exit the bathroom into the bedroom, not surprised to find Stellan turned over, already asleep. A wave of disappointment falls over me and I feel stuck in place, staring at him.

What is going on?

Not tired yet, I walk around the bed, opening the bedroom door with frustrated pull. The house is open and dark, only lit by the large moon outside. I step down onto the terrace, looking up at the bright stars. Millions of them.

Grabbing a lounging chair, I decide to stay out here for a while in the heat. The sound of the ocean calms my rapid heart as time passes by, my mind too awake for sleep. A smile, a small one, forms on my face as I think back to our first day here. We had barely made it up the walkway before we attacked each other, so desperately.

The push and pulls, our rough hands against the each other's overworked bodies. With a breathless gasp, I bring my hand to my breast, rubbing softly against my puckered nipple, eyes shut tight with arousal.

I imagine Stellan's sex-mussed hair between my thighs and pull down the soft material, exposing a breast. My fingers clasp onto the pink areola and pull, sending a shiver throughout my entire body. I'm spreading my legs, letting my hand drift down into the lace underwear within seconds, biting my lip to conceal the moan that threatens to escape.

Although, I can't stop the sound as my fingers slide through my arousal and I imagine they're Stellan's. His long, slender, warm fingers touching- probing, feeling the body that's so in tune with his.

"Oh god," I utter softly, pressing my head into the soft pillowed material on this chair. "Yes."

Desperate to feel release, for the tension to cease, my fingers circle my clit rapidly. I'm shaking already, squeezing my heavy breasts. The material clings to my skin, the Spanish air moist and thick.

Flashes of memories appear over and over in my mind of Stellan, pleasuring me, urging me closer to my finish. My mouth slacks open as my body tightens, forcing my hips upwards into my fingers.

"Jesus..." I moan softly to myself, pulling on my breast. "Stellan."

The desperation I feel uttering his name is enough to throw me over the edge. An explosion of colors scatter my mind into a frenzy. Mouth gaped open, I continue to rub myself, unable to produce sound because if I did, I'd absolutely, without a doubt, wake him in the room located behind me.

Trembling, I hum softly, biting my lip as my body loses all tension and I mold into the soft material of the chair. Pulling my hand out of my panties slowly, I open my eyes, confronted by the watchful stars and the sudden feeling of a presence watching me.

Languidly, my eyes flicker over the vast, empty sand before me, scanning the area. When my gaze catches on something by the sliding glass door behind me, I turn in alarm, finding Stellan, arms crossed over his body and leaning against the frame.

"Holy fu-" I gasp, turning back away from him, eyes wide. My hand covers my breast as I blush fiercely, feeling as if I were nearing the sun. "How long have you been there?"

I turn to look at him again and sit up, pulling up the strap of the negligée, although much good it will do- it's still see-through. He hasn't spoken, indicating to me he's probably been there the whole time. My gaze zones in on the only article of clothing he's wearing, briefs and on the large member concealed behind the material.

He's hard.

My breath is still labored as I run my hand over my face, licking my dry lips. Unable to take the silence anymore, I stand up and shrug, uncomfortably. "I-I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed, I think."

I keep my face to the ground as I walk towards him, needing to get through the doorway. His arm comes out in front of me, blocking my way through. Swallowing, I look up at him, suddenly transfixed by the heat behind his eyes. He wants me- and he wants me now. The air is thick between us suddenly and there's that tousle in your stomach before someone touches you.

We collide with each other at the same time, our mouths open against each other, the kisses desperate and wet. He lifts me up off the ground with a grunt and turns around, walking me back over to the chair.

"I need you- now," he growls, setting me down onto the chair with a thump. I immediately reach for his briefs, pulling them down. I gasp loudly as his fingers grab ahold of my mesh material on my breasts and he pulls, ripping the fabric in half.

"Fuck, yes," I moan, grinning against his lips as he gets down my panties. "Stellan."

"Iris."

There's a slight moment of hesitation on his part as he finally hovers down above me and his eyes flicker to mine.

"Do it," I urge as he rubs himself against my arousal. "Please, fuck me."

He groans loudly and thrusts hard, thrusts deep enough to push the chair back with a screech. I clasp his hair tightly as he begins to pound into my body, releasing gutted noises of pleasure against my mouth.

"Touch yourself," he whispers, clasping the corners of the lounge chair for support. His eyes follow my unsure hand as I run my fingers over my sweat-drenched torso down over my navel and through the trimmed hair until I'm touching myself for him. His hair fans his face as he continues to thrust, his attention on my busy hand.

I stare at the muscles contorting on his chest until I no longer can, until the throws of passion begin to take over again.

"Oh my god, oh my god," I repeat over and over again, opening and closing my eyes as my feet begin to curl against the cushion, my hand ceasing every so often on my sex as it becomes hard to focus.

"Fuck me," he moans, gasping against my lips. I can't continue touching myself anymore- my hand leaves my drenched sex and grasps the pillow behind me tightly as I quiver dangerously. He pulls back onto his knees and pulls me closer, entering me easily and replaces the spot my hand was, his thumb warm against my swollen sex.

"Stellan..."

"Talk to me. Tell me."

I watch the sweat of hard labor cascade down his chest over his pectorals and close my eyes, so close to ecstasy. "Don't stop."

He shakes his head, groaning in pleasure. "I'm close."

I bite my lip, gaping as my body shakes violently. "Come with me. Come with me, Stellan... Fuck!"

"Christ-" he hisses as he spills into me with quick, brutal thrusts. I go lax beneath him, relaxing once more into the cushion as his hand reluctantly leaves my sex, drifting up to cup my breast. I hum, pleased as he bends down, settling over me and grabs my face between his capable hands.

We kiss breathlessly, tenderly. Resting my hands on his back, I feel him trembling along with me and feel closer than I have to him in days. I smile softly as he pulls back enough to look at me.

I bite my lip, nervously. "I've been worried..."

He stares at me, blinking and says nothing. He just kisses me again. I don't know what's consuming his thoughts... but for now, this kiss is enough.