Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

I scream out in frustration, “Matthew, seriously.”

He gets on all fours, crawling over me. Me and my naked body because of his stupid rule. My nipples are already peaked for him. Traitors. I’m not even going to tell you how my legs just want to open up for him.

“Did you really think I would just let you walk out?” he asks, bending down to take a nipple into his mouth. Nothing soft, it’s a bite, and it’s hard, the pain shooting through me, till his tongue twirls around it, the throbbing turning to pleasure now.

“Did you think I was going to let you walk out for five days without me?” He does the tsk tsk tsk with his mouth. “I don’t let what’s mine go, ever.” He takes the other nipple in his mouth. I’m waiting for the sting. Instead, he just sucks it deep into his mouth. My back arches off the bed. My hands now hold the strap of the cuffs. “I was going slow before.” He continues while I watch him kiss the center of my chest, my heart beating so fast, I’m sure I will see it come out. “Not anymore.” He kisses my heart. “This shit stops now. I gave you time to get used to it. Well, your time is up.” He kisses down to my stomach.

“Are you crazy?” I ask him, watching him kiss just under my belly button. “This is crazy. I agreed to sleeping naked with you. I agreed to be your girlfriend.” His eyes come up to meet mine. We have never had the exclusive talk, but assuming I’m with him all the time, I figured.

He smiles at me. “Girlfriend.” He shakes his head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the right word. “Girlfriend doesn’t even come close to what you are to me.” He kisses me again on my hip this time. “You’re more than just my girlfriend.” He kisses the other hip. “You’re my lover.” He kisses the lower part of my stomach. “You’re my tomorrow.” I pull my hands, hoping they snap so I can rub his face. “You’re my forever.” He kisses the spot right on top of my pussy, so soft I barely feel it.

“Matthew,” I whisper out, “let my hands go.” I try, only to see him shake his head.

“Not any time soon. I need to show you that you belong to me. Mark and claim you.” That’s the last thing he says before his face is planted in my pussy. Open mouthed he kisses me, his tongue coming out, making little circles. My legs fall more open only for him to put them over his shoulders. “All around you all you will feel will be me.” He licks from the bottom all the way to the top, sucking my clit. “All you will see is me.” He repeats the same things again. “All you will be is mine.”

My eyes close at his words. They hit me right in my heart. It’s a feeling I’ve felt only once before when I lost my mother. It’s a feeling of complete and utter love. It’s a feeling knowing that you will forever be linked with them. It’s a feeling I will never forget, because it’s so very different this time. This time I’m not grieving. This time I’m embracing it. “Matthew.” It’s the only word that can come out because he now has pushed my legs back, his tongue sliding into me. Curling up and coming back out, he does that five more times, releasing a leg to stick two fingers in me while his thumb presses down on my clit. His fingers slide in halfway and then come out only to be pushed in again to the knuckle. My hands are still holding the strap this time, so tight my nails are now almost white.

“Mine.” He keeps saying while his fingers never stop assaulting me, never stop playing with me.

I’m about to come. My tits get tight, my stomach starts to roll, my toes start to curl, and my moan leaves my lips the same time that his fingers come out of me and stay out. I open my eyes, watching him lick me off his fingers. “You aren’t going to come till you tell me you’re mine.”

I glare at him. “What?” I ask him, knowing what he will say next.

He sticks his fingers back in. My body wakes up again. My eyes close halfway, taking in the feeling of him surrounding me. He fingers me harder now, his fingers filling me while he bites down on my clit, which is throbbing. “Don’t stop, please,” I say, waiting for the crash to happen, waiting to jump off the bridge into the bliss or orgasm, only to be pushed back. His fingers slow down, his pace almost stopping.

“You going to say it, babe?” he asks while his fingers enter me so slow I can feel all his ridges. His thumb strings on my clit side to side. His body comes up while his fingers still fuck me. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he bites down. My senses are almost overloaded. I don’t know what to concentrate on first. His fingers in me, his fingers on my clit, or his tongue around my nipple. He’s all over me. He’s everywhere. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. You’re there. Babe. Right there. You want to come?” he asks me, knowing the answer. My head moves from side to side while I tilt my hips up and my legs back. “Say it. Say it and I’ll let you come.”