chapter four

There was no pause on his end as he kissed me back with much more enthusiasm than I expected. He was quick to grab the back of my head until he got a slightly better grasp on me.
Liquid desire pooled into the pit of my stomach as he took over the kiss. My fingers grasped desperately at his biceps, trying to hold on to something. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking permission to enter, which I immediately granted him as he started to play with my tongue. The hand that wasn’t gripping the back of my head started to caress my arm, sliding his fingers down. When he got to my elbow, he continued to caress down to my waist before wrapping his hands around me to press against my lower back in order to push me closer to him.

He ate the moan that escaped me and answered with a moan of his own. My hands left his biceps to hold the back of his neck in an effort to get closer. He gave my bottom lip one last bite before pulling away just briefly to look into my eyes. His pupils have taken over his irises, making only a tiny ring of green.

“I am more than happy to continue this. But are you okay with this?” His words had a slight growl at the end of them, making me shiver. The knowing smirk made my cheeks flush.

“Yes.”

It was all he needed. He devoured my mouth once more; this time he was not holding back. The hand resting tightly against my lower back traveled down and grasped my ass, grinding his hardening erection against me.

He released my mouth, breathing heavily against my lips. He laid me down before covering my body with his, never letting go of my lips. Refusing to let go like I was the last of his most prized possessions. He trailed his lips down my jaw, to my neck, then sucked on my collarbone. The pain from the harsh suck made me instinctively arch against him as my head flew back against the cushion.

He looked into my eyes once more like he was searching for something. He must have found what he was looking for because he started to make a move to lift the shirt off my body. He couldn’t stop staring at me when I was completely bare from the waist up to him.

“My God. You are gorgeous,” was the only thing he managed to say before descending on one of my hardened nipples while his hands gave attention to the other. With a cry from my lips my back arched at the fast movement and one of my hands flew to tangle in his hair. He gave a little chuckle against my skin before his tongue swirled my nipple, flickering it, then sucking it hard.
His other hand made its way down to push the pants down my hips, but when he couldn’t get it past my ass, he abandoned my chest to use both hands. When I was completely naked, he didn’t wait for a second before trailing his lips down my stomach. Then when he got to my mound, he paused to lift my thighs so they rested on his shoulders.

“You are a goddess,” he whispered before licking a stripe from my ass to my clit. My hands found their way back into his hair, forcing him to groan and bury his tongue as deep as he could inside me.

“Fuck!” I cried out as my thoughts started to swim. He used one of his thumbs to run continuous circles into my clit as his other hand dug into my thighs to hold me as close as he could to his mouth. His tongue felt endless inside me as it pressed against my walls, lapping my slick. I know this just started, but he was going to make me come way too fast.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned against my core. The hand grasping my thigh abandoned it to take its place inside me. He pulled back to watch his fingers fuck me. “Look at that, my sweet, my water lily, taking two of my fingers off the bat.” The smirk on his face should be illegal.

My walls clenched hard on him when he curled his fingers and pressed suddenly yet firmly into my g-spot. This was the first time a man touched me there; I’d only ever used those curved dildos to hit that spot since it was awkward doing it with my fingers.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned out. “So fucking tight when you clench me like that. I can’t wait for you to clench around my cock. Like you can’t help but milk my cum from me. Would you like that sweet girl? Me filling you up with my cum?”

“Fuck!” I cried out again.

He chuckled, “That is not an answer. Come on, sweet girl, what do you say? Would you like me to fill you up with my cum? Because fuck is not an answer.”

“Yes!” I screamed as he kept pistoling his fingers against that spongy area as his other thumb continued its steady circles on my clit. I could feel myself getting closer to the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Movement caught my eye, and looking up, I noticed glowing eyes staring at me from the window. One of my hands abandoned his hair and used it to prop myself slightly to get a better look. “W-wait! I think something… something is watching us.”

Hemming looked over his shoulder to get a view of the window. He scoffed before pushing my body so I was lying flat back against the couch again and pushed the bottom half of my body up so that way the only contact it had with the sofa was my shoulder blades, as my knees were practically at eye level.

“Let him look,” he said before using his tongue to suck on my clit and the fingers that were pistoling inside of me went faster than before. I couldn’t help the cry that escaped me as I stared into the glowing eyes watching us.

What the fuck is wrong with him? What is staring at us?

“Stop!” I let out, trying to push his head away, but he wouldn’t budge. I tried bucking him off, but the position he had me in was impossible to move any further up. He was going to make me come while something else stared.

I didn’t want to come, but I didn’t think I had a choice given I was already way too close to the edge, and he was not stopping.

“No!” I whined out, my pushing getting weaker against him because nothing I was doing was stopping him. His eyes met mine, and it was like he was staring into my soul.

“That’s a good girl,” Hemming said. “Come for me. Come for us.” I could feel the desire in the pit of my stomach spring back as I felt myself clench harder on him.

I could hear the scream coming out of my depths before I even recognized it was coming from me as I exploded over him. Hemming switched positions as he buried his tongue deep inside of me to feel me clench around him as his thumb returned to rubbing endless circles on my clit. But if I thought he would stop after I came, I was mistaken because he doubled down, rubbing his tongue again over my quivering walls while his thumb put more pressure on my clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” was a litany I couldn’t stop mumbling, making him chuckle, the vibrations compelling me to cry out and forget all about the eyes staring at us.

“Is that all you can say? Why don’t you say my name, lily pad?”

It took me a second to register what he said, then it took me a second more to remember his name, but by the time I did remember his name, I was coming again.

“Fu– Hem!”

“That’s not my name,” he growled. “Let’s try again. In case you can’t remember, it’s Hemming, sweetheart,” he said before attaching his lips to my clit again.

“Stop,” I exclaimed. “I can’t do another.” I sobbed, trying to push him off again even though I knew I couldn’t.

“But you didn’t say my name.” He gave one of my inner thighs a hard bite. “That was the deal.”

“Please?” The full-body tremors practically made my teeth chatter.

“One more time. Come for me one more time. You can do it; I know you can.” His eyes still bore into mine as he gave my clit leisurely licks. But I was so sensitive it hurt every time he tongue touched my clit and my thighs shook like his tongue had a direct link to the nerves in my legs. But besides the pain, I could feel myself climbing once more as desire began to pool.

“H- Hemming!”

“That’s it.” His fingers curled, putting more pressure on my g-spot than he had. “That’s a good girl. That is who is fucking you right now. That is who is making you come. Again!”

“Hemming!”

“More,” he growled.

His name became my new litany, blending more and more together, forming a singular word that I would have to gasp for breath in between, then I screamed his name when I finally came. He switched positions again to lap up my release as his thumb pressed down on my clit, keeping me in my release.

I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew, he was leaning over me, looking me straight into my now opened eyes. His irises were utterly gone at this point, leaving only pupils. His thrusting alerted me to the fact that he was already balls deep but was still wearing all of his clothes while I was still completely naked.

“There you are,” he groaned out. “I was beginning to worry.”

Was he beginning to worry? I felt like he was not concerned at all.

“Seems I overworked you, but I couldn’t stop myself; I had to feel you clenching around my cock. Then I couldn’t stop once I came. I remember you begging me to fill your pretty pussy up. How can I deny my sweet girl?” His sentences were short as he panted in between them. He paused to grind his hips into mine so the head of his thick cock rubbed against my cervix.

“So I waited until you woke up to continue.” He then reached down between us, giving my clit a flick before sticking his finger in me alongside him. I whined out in protest from the feeling of being stretched further. He curled it inside of me before removing to show our combined releases. It made me shudder as he confirmed he did, in fact, cum inside of me while I was unconscious. He licked it off his finger before kissing me thoroughly.

The combined taste of us exploded on my tongue as he no longer held back, thrusting into me harder and harder, making sure to grind against my clit every so many thrusts.

Then, he grabbed me by my hips, angling me so his cock would rub along the top of my wall like he was trying to find the right area before he did, slamming into my g-spot.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, one hand abandoning him as it moved up to grab onto the couch to stabilize myself more. The other gripped his hair harshly.

“Again, that is not my name,” he forced out of clenched teeth. “You know better.” He ground against me harder.

“Hemming!” I screeched out, eyes slamming shut.

“That’s it.” His grinding softened. “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

He started fucking me with abandon, and I was so sensitive, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was going to explode, and judging by what he was doing, I probably was.

“Are you going to come for me, my water lily? Come on, give me what I need. Clench that beautiful pussy around my cock. Let me feel you come, pretty girl.”

I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Not that I no longer wanted to. However, when I exploded around him, this time fluid gushed from me, wetting my thighs, and I could feel a trail travel up my butt and back. I can also see some of it from where we are connected make its way up my mound, to my stomach, to finally settle in the crease where my breasts are. I couldn’t help the scream of frustration as I couldn’t arch my back or move anyway. He stopped thrusting to settle deep inside me, groaning.

“Look at that,” he panted. “I knew if I tried hard enough, I would get to see you gush.” I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me as I continued to contract around him. “I’m sorry, pretty girl, I can’t hold back any longer,” he said before pistoning inside of me. This time, he wasn’t trying to reach any spot inside of me. His thrusts were sloppy because he was chasing his pleasure now.
A strained sound escaped his throat as his thrusts stuttered before he buried himself deep inside me. I whimpered as I felt his cum fill me.

“Fuck, Liliana. You are everything I thought you would be.” He rearranged us so he was lying on the couch, and I was on top of him. He lazily grabbed the throw blanket on top of the sofa, ensuring I was completely covered by it. He tucked my head under his chin and held me tightly to him. My body was still shaking from the intense orgasms that he had gifted me.

What the fuck just happened?