28 - Who Knew?

The tattoo.

Relax.  He hasn’t even said anything about it.  You don’t have to explain before you’re ready.

“Mmm…”  he hummed against her tender flesh.  “Nice tat.”

And that was all.  His focus shifted from the symbolic scrap of artwork to a more centrally located part of her body.   Dropping kisses along the crease of her thigh, he edged closer to her…

“Jersey…”  Her fingers dug into his scalp, holding him at bay just beyond reach of her most private area.  “You don’t have to do that.”

He pulled free of her grasp, annoyed and pinning her with a steely look.  “Stop thinking everything to death.  I like pussy and I want to taste yours.  End of discussion.”

His brusque command was awkwardly arousing for her Lilah, and the pulse in her throat trilled like a hummingbird’s wings.  It would be so easy to just let him take charge.  She’d entrusted herself to men who weren’t nearly as determined to make it good for her. 

Let go.  This is where your journey is leading you.

Resistance became acceptance, and she rifled her fingers absently through his hair.  The thick dark strands tickled the webbing of her fingers and she savored the familiar human contact that could so easily be taken for granted.  It had been too long since she’d shared that simple familiarity with a man.  Longer still since she had wanted to.

Accepting her touch as confirmation that she was through fighting him, Tony gave her thigh an approving pat and resumed his mission.   When he blew a hot breath over her curls, Lilah could feel herself opening to him.  Her body shamelessly asked for what her voice refused to, and she held herself frozen in anticipation.

Then…  The instant his tongue licked into her folds, the breath she had been holding whooshed out in a rush.  The husky moan she didn’t recognize as her own chased the silence from the room, and she intimately felt every vibration of his approving hum. 

“To… ny….” 

Her pelvis took on a mind of its own, pushing greedily into the saliva coated tongue that tasted her so deliciously.  Expertly seducing her with its flick, glide, and slither routine.  The heavenly combination had her tossing her head fitfully as he hugged her legs, one strong arm curled around each thigh as he consumed her in a way that she’d never experienced.

“Your pussy is slick and sticky like honey,” he murmured, delving back in for another intimate kiss.  “Tastes almost as sweet.”

All this and words, too?  Blatantly approving words?

It was one of the last coherent thoughts she had as he manipulated her pleasure to his will using both his mouth and his hands.  She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what he was doing other than driving her to the brink of insanity.

“Oh…  Oh… Tony…  So close…”

That was the miracle.  She thought she was about to lose her inhibitions and her pent up sexuality to his face.  A face that suddenly abandoned her.

“No.”

She snapped her head up to find an assessing gaze on her.  Randomly noting that his lips were shiny – and why – she shuddered and asked, “Huh?”

“You can’t cum yet.”  But he was still touching her in ways that contradicted what he was saying.  She was pretty sure he had at least two of his fingers inside her.  Clenching her womb, she definitely felt his presence. 

“But…”  What the hell?  She was actually nearing the edge of an orgasm and he was taking it away? 

“No,” he repeated, unashamedly sliding his tongue across his lips as his fingers hit a spot that brought her off the mattress with a gasp.  Pulling a smug grin, he reminded her, “You weren’t planning on getting off anyway.  What’s it gonna hurt to wait?”

A firm dredged through her slippery crevice until  reaching her clit.  Locating his target, he pressed his thumb firmly against it and worked some kind of voodoo magic.  A levitation spell, obviously, because she almost came off the mattress again.

He tormented her that way for a good ten minutes.  Tony lured her to the edge of Nirvana with promises of bright, shiny things that would consume her with pleasure, and then taking it away to build brighter, shinier promises.

Her skin burned.  Perspiration beaded on her forehead.  She was hot, yet she shivered as though it were winter.  Her muscles quivered from the strain of being bunched in a knot for such a prolonged period of time.

And still he teased.

“It’s gonna be so damn good when you blow, Baby.”  His lust-rough voice found her through the cacophony of sighs, mewls and whimpers she couldn’t hold back.  For once, sex was better than food and the appreciative noises tumbled one after the other as she sought that one…  perfect… bite.

Then he was gone.

Her chest heaved as she desperately sought him.  She flipped and flopped her head, watching him drop his shorts and dive in his bag for a condom.  Unbeknownst to her, she licked her lips with anticipation when he rolled it onto an impressively rigid erection.  It hadn’t been that long since he filled her mouth, but his thickness was fully inflated, and she all but ached to have him buried in her core.

“It’s time.”  A hand was planted on each side of her head, and his narrow hips nestled easily between her wide-spread thighs.  She may have been bashful before, but now she put herself on display, silently begging for him.  “You ready to fly for me, Bluegrass?”

“Unnhh…”  The broad head nudged its way inside, parting her swollen folds and molding them to his contours.  Her slick heat welcomed him, the heaviness of his presence filling a spot she hadn’t realized was so very empty.

“God damn you’re tight.”  The throaty growl filled her ear before he turned his face to kiss her.  Inhaling her own scent, she greedily accepted his tongue as her walls expanded to accept his hardness.  “Jesus…”

When his hips rocked, she lost all contact with reality.  The way he was made perfectly counterbalanced the way she was made, and sparked sensations that she didn’t know she was capable of having.  Sparks shot from her core to a random variety of points throughout her nervous system. 

Clutching at the sheets, she gasped for air and arched her back, at a loss for sound. 

Tony had no such issue. 

“Touch me, Lilah.”

It was the invitation she hadn’t known she was waiting for.  Starving hands zealously roamed the thick mat of fur covering his chest, each scrape of hair tickling her palm and adding to the hodgepodge of feelings that rioted through her body.  The muscles in her womb clenched with excitement.

“Moth-er-fucker,” he groaned loudly, slowly retreating from the gluttonous channel.  “That’s it, beautiful.  Fan-fucking-tastic.”  He lurched forward, deeper this time than before, wrenching a choked cry from Lilah’s oxygen-deprived lungs and pulling free again.  “Just let go.  You can cum for me now.”

She couldn’t do it on command, but it was so close that she could almost touch it.  Each thrust and retreat took her that much closer and stole that much more air.  Lilah thought she was going to suffocate, but if she did, she would die fondling his chest and with her  heels buried in his backside.

“It’s good isn’t it?”  He just kept on and on, breath hot and heavy in her ear as he diligently pumped his hips.  “Tell me it’s good.”

“It is.  Oh.  OH, God.  Jersey…  I… I didn’t know.”  He latched onto her nipple and bit down at the same time he slammed full-force into her, halting her words.  It set off an array of fireworks behind her tightly squeezed eyelids, and put the weight of an elephant on her chest.  She couldn’t get a breath.  Shallow gasps tried burst free, but nothing would push past the constriction in her throat.

Feeling his guttural grunt more than hearing, it scarcely pierced the euphoric fog that crowded her brain.  Stars swirled in with the fireworks and turned cartwheels along every last inch of her nervous system.  The pleasure was so intense – too intense – that she didn’t think she was going to be able to withstand it. 

Lilah was reduced to a quaking mass of electrified jelly.  She could do nothing but jiggle as the room spun around.

“Breathe, Baby.” 

Funny.  It only took him to remind her, and suddenly… she could breathe. 

He may not know it – nor want to know it – but her body thought she now belonged to him.  He had commandeered nearly every part of her tonight and, as a collective, those parts were eager to bow to his masterful hand. 

Nothing would ever feel the same again.  How could it?

That scared the hell out of Lilah.

✧✧✧

He snored softly with his face half-buried in the fluffy white pillow.  After smoking a cigarette and playfully gloating over the “mind-altering orgasm” that he created, it hadn’t taken Tony long to fall victim to long-overdue sleep.

Lilah, however, couldn’t sleep.  She lay next to him in the big bed for a while, but there was too much on her mind, and she had a ridiculously early flight to catch.  When she couldn’t lie still any longer, she slipped out of bed and showered, soundlessly packed her bag and watched both Tony and the clock until her phone read four in the morning. 

The light from the bathroom allowed her to monitor the rise and fall of his bare shoulders.  Suitcase and laptop bag parked by the door, she stood over him, hesitating.  She didn’t want to sneak out, yet she didn’t want to wake him either. 

Sighing softly, she chose middle ground.

She knelt next to the bed and lightly touched her lips to the motorcycle tattoo on his right shoulder.  If he stirred, she would tell him she was leaving.  If he slept through it, then she would text him when she landed in Romania.

He stirred.  Barely.

“Hey,” she whispered, empathy piercing her heart.  Two hours of sleep wasn’t anywhere near enough and the one eye squinting up at her was puffy and tired.  “I didn’t wanna just disappear on ya, but my flight is soon.  I have to go to the airport.”

“Shit.  So early?"

"Take-off is at six."

"Too fuckin' early," he grumbled, rubbing at his eyes.  "I don't know what hotel we're at tonight.  I'll have to find out and text you."

Lilah didn't know that it really mattered, but murmured her agreement just the same.

"Have the desk get you a taxi and be careful?”

The low ponytail scratched between her shoulders when she slowly bobbed her head.  Her legs refused to straighten and stand without saying the words that echoed larger-than-life in her head.  For whatever reason, he seemed to sense it, and the sheets rustled around him when he rolled onto his left side to see her better. 

“Thank you seems so little, but it’s all I’ve got, so… Thank you, Jersey.”

A warm hand came to cradle her chin and the early morning five o’clock shadow made his face even darker than usual when frowned.  “This isn't over, Bluegrass.”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” she told him as neutrally as possible.  Lilah wasn’t interested in an argument, but she didn’t want him on those terms.  She wanted him, not to be his personal safety project. 

“And I don’t want to babysit you.  Yeah, I want you to be careful, but mostly I’m a selfish bastard.  The sex was good.  I want you in my bed again.”

Her stomach muscles contracted with unexpected excitement.  She wanted that too.  

But before she would allow herself to have it, she owed it to him to fill in some of the blanks.  Didn't she?  There were questions in his eyes that he’d let her slide on so far. If she had any inkling about who Tony was, she knew it wouldn’t be long before he wasn't going to let her slide anymore.  He would be demanding - and expecting - answers soon.

It was time to start leading into why she was here. The whole story.

What?!?!  Why are you going to pull out the nut card NOW?  At least sleep with him again before he decides you’re psycho.  It was good, Lilah Jane.  Hell, it was phenomenal!   One more trip to the well ain’t gonna hurt nothin’.

Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t.  She didn’t have to make that decision just yet.

“I’ll catch up with you in Bucharest,” she promised quietly.