Midnight Desire | MATURE JB

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Waking up naked with Chelsea on Sunday morning was just as exquisite—an exquisite torment, that is. We ended up spooning again, my right hand gently gripping her breast in the night. The difference this time is that my cock, naturally iron stiff this morning, levered upward in the night to end up firmly encased between Chelsea's thighs and pressed against her sex. Holy fuck.

The monster began thrusting its hips forward, and I'll be damn if I could resist the suggestion. Maybe Chelsea would think I was still asleep when she woke up and found me...fucking her between the legs. I mean, without actually...fucking her between the legs. After a few moments I didn't even care about faking sleep—this felt too damn incredible to care. I went at it in earnest.

A little more...lubricant would come in useful at this point, so my hand began caressing her breasts. I shifted her hair off of her neck, allowing my tongue and lips to join the party. When I bit her shoulder, Chelsea moaned and bowed her back, seemingly in invitation. It struck me then what little effort it would take to slightly adjust my position and enter her. It was so fucking tempting, I almost pulled away. But then Chelsea's  hand went down and pressed my cock into her increasingly wet feminine flesh and stopping became an impossibility.

I continued to provide as much stimulation as I could elsewhere, but began to wonder whether our current, er...alignment was sufficient for her. My fingers, eager to touch her anyway, trailed lower until they came into contact with that sweet bundle of nerves, and I set about trying to assure that Bella would receive every bit of pleasure I could possibly deliver. There was nothing more erotic to me than seeing her arch in release before dissolving in my arms.

I still had one arm uselessly trapped between us, and it seemed a shame to not bring it into the action, so I rolled Chelsea forward so she was leaning toward her front and wiggled that arm under her to fondle anything it could reach. With my fingers massaging her clit, my cock stimulating the adjacent...territory, my hand fondling her breasts, and my mouth seeking out every sensitive spot on her neck and shoulders, it wasn't long before Chelsea was gasping and moaning my name, another big fucking check mark on the erotica scoreboard, by the way.

When I felt her stiffen and softly cry out, and her fluids drenched my cock, I began thrusting enthusiastically once again, angling my cock for maximum friction. I was making so much noise at this point I was afraid I'd wake the household, but it just couldn't be helped. It was such a glorious feeling rubbing my cock up against her most intimate flesh. When Chelsea adjusted one leg forward, increasing the snugness between her legs, I came with so much force I had to plant my mouth against her neck to avoid it becoming the...shot heard round the world.

After taking a moment to recover, okay maybe two, I rolled Chelsea over to face me. My eyes scanned her quivering body, while one hand traced her form. I have no idea why, but at the sight of my seed spilled onto her thighs and sex, a primal sense of triumphant possessiveness coursed through me. Mine! screamed every nerve cell in my body.

Mine! insisted the monster.

I crushed Chelsea into my arms, burying my face in her neck and devouring her familiar scent. "Chelsea, Chelsea, love," I whispered.

Her arms tightened around me, and one hand began smoothing my hair back.

"Justin, waking up with you in the morning is so wonderful," Chelsea breathed contentedly.

And for just a second, I was tempted to unlock that secret idea stowed away in the farthest corner of my heart, the only one that made waking up with Chelsea every morning a possibility. Instead, I released her with a sigh.

The monster jumped up and down on the bed yelling, More! More! More!

Okay, now there was just one little problem. Since we'd been plastered against each other for the last few minutes, the spunk that now covered us both would soon begin acting as incredibly inconveniently placed adhesive. So, that whole showering together scenario, the one I had worked to avoid yesterday like we were unwelcome guests at the Bates Motel, loomed anew. And unlike yesterday, there was no Alice here to intervene. Well, we'd just had incredible sex—so how tempting could it be?