Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)
He spreads his legs open wide, and then guides my legs between his which forces my legs closed. The lips of my pussy are compressed tightly around his thick length. My hands fall to either sides of his shoulders, propping myself up on the soft mattress.
“Now you’re gonna feel what it’s like when I make love to you,” he promises on a whisper. With fire in his eyes, his fingers tighten around my hips. New sensations I’ve never felt before have me squeezing my inner muscles around him as he guides me back and forth over his slick cock. The sensualism is to die for.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe out shakily. It feels like I’m the one making love to him. It’s such an erotic feeling that my brows pinch together in ecstasy. My eyes burn, and they squeeze shut on their own accord, the exquisite intensity being too much.
“Look at me, Jules,” he hoarsely whispers. I force my eyes open and a heat flare goes off, spreading an inferno of fire through my body. The look on his face is one of love and adoration, and I lose my breath. A large part of me is hoping he’ll say those three words. “Do you feel my soul, Jules?”
Breathing heavily, sweat appears on his brows as his eyes beg me to feel the connection. “I do. I feel you, Travis,” I freely admit, gasping for air. The feelings that are passing through us are too overwhelming to deny. He narrows his eyes with determination and compresses my thighs even tighter as he thrusts himself up and into me, except it feels like I’m the one pumping into him.
“Don’t you dare ever forget that our souls belong together. We’re one, Jules. One.”
It’s indescribable how incredibly good this feels. My channel is squeezed tight as he fills me. He thrusts himself in and out of me, generating a heated friction within that special erogenous zone deep inside me. My clit is being simultaneously stimulated as I move over him. I’m thankful he’s guiding my movements with his strength, because right now, I feel myself becoming erratic in motion as I climb to the edge of a hellacious orgasm.
His beautiful eyes swirl with unspoken love, and then the silent soul connection becomes blurry as my eyes water, but I don’t dare close them. My orgasm rips through me, and my mouth gapes open as I let out a cry of intense pleasure. My body shakes and trembles as Travis keeps up the rhythm, thrusting himself in and out of my slick pussy.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he groans as his forehead wrinkles and his lips twitch. “You’re so beautiful, inside and out,” he whispers in a pained voice. My inner walls are so compressed around his thickness that I can feel the second he releases his essence as his cock pulsates deep inside me. His thrusts become more inconsistent and shallow as our souls meld together as one. I squeeze my core muscles, heated fervor flows through my veins, and my oversensitive clit spurs me on and into another orgasm, keeping in tandem with Travis’.
Breathing heavily, I shake my head as I stare down at this beautiful man in wonder. Euphoria like I’ve never experienced before with him brings a tear of joy to my eye. I continue to thrust my hips slowly over his shaft, and then grind down to roll my hips over him despite the fact we’ve both taken our pleasure. This feeling is too good to ever stop.
“Baby, c’mere,” Travis whispers. My heart still pounds hard against my breastbone as I lay my overheated body on top of his. Coming to rest my cheek against his broad chest, I close my eyes as I breathe in his musky scent, savoring the moment. His strong arms wrap around me, making me feel loved, cherished, and adored. He softly strokes my hair lovingly, and I feel complete inside. His strong heartbeat thrums in my ear, and his deep voice rumbles through his chest. “Did you feel that, Jules?”
“Yeah,” I reply in a sated voice. He holds me tighter against his body, and then presses his lips to the top of my head.
“Don’t ever forget it.”
“I won't.” I breathe a soft sigh over his chest, agreeing with him, even though I’m left more confused than when we first started making love. I hate my inner thoughts sometimes, because I have to ask myself, What the hell am I doing? I’m taken back to the reason why we shouldn’t have had sex in the first place. This perplexing connection we have can only lead to no good.
He knows what he’s been doing all along as he continually succeeds to manipulate every square inch of my body and mind. He had strung me along in the dark, taking full advantage of my memory loss, and then made me fall for him. I don’t even know what his plans are for me. We’ve been under so much pressure, and being constantly on the run, we haven’t had time to address the bigger picture. I don’t know what he wants from me.