Sommerstall Academy
: Chapter 63

‘It would look better on your floor,’ I tell him. This is a torturous game and I need more. Need him to touch me and taste me and finally make me feel the good kind of pain. For once, I want it to be good.

‘Impatient. So impatient,’ he tsks, clearly amused. ‘Tell me, Florence, what is it you want?’

‘You. Please, Elija, always you,’ I reply, pulling his chest closer to mine.

‘You want this?’ he asks, kissing me gently. I try to deepen it, to bite or lick his lips but he pulls back before I can. ‘Ah, I don’t think you do. Is it the things we talked about you’re curious about?’

I nod, my voice gone. It makes my boyfriend chuckle but then he pulls away a bit, making me whine pathetically. Instead of getting away from me like I thought, his hand slips between my back and the mattress and he unclips my bra and throws it away. Then he pulls me flush against him, groaning against my lips before kissing me hungrily.

He’s holding most of his weight off me while his other hand slips between us, massaging my breasts. I moan when he pinches one of my nipples and arch against him.

When he pushes me down roughly and tells me not to move, I moan again. This is what I need, I realize. This is what really makes me lose my mind.

My hands are roaming Elija’s body like his are mine. I scratch his back, dig my nails into his arms and pull on his hair. He seems to love it all.

Meanwhile, he’s teasing me. Pinching me before stroking his fingers over it to smooth out the pain, biting down on my skin only to lick it better, and placing his hand around my throat only to let it rest there without applying pressure.

It’s driving me mad so I try to encourage him. I lean up against his grip and he squeezes just slightly, pushing me back down.

Then he leans down and kisses the shell of my ear before whispering, ‘Do you trust me?’

I nod, trying to catch my breath. Trying to get my heartbeat under control before I die right here and now. There are worse ways to go but I’d prefer an orgasm or two first.

‘Tell me everything you like, okay? And tell me when to stop,’ he says into my other ear. Again I nod and after another quick kiss, Elija pulls back.

His hands are on my waist in a beat, pulling my pants down with my help. Then he flips me around so I’m on my stomach before pulling me up so my ass is in the air. He arranges my limps as if I were his doll and I’m more than happy to let it happen.

He gathers my wrists in his hand until they’re resting on my lower back. Then I can hear him taking off his belt and my heartbeat picks up in excitement. No idea how but he ties my hand with it before giving it a tug.

‘Is it too tight?’ he asks me, leaning over me so his breath is fanning against my shoulder. I exhale before shaking my head. ‘I have to hear you say something,’ he insists, placing a tender kiss on my shoulder blade. My knees nearly buckle.

‘It’s perfect,’ I tell him breathily.

He turns my head until it hurts and kisses me. Then he pulls away and my head falls back on the bed. When his hands finally slide down the curve of my hips, all the way to my knees before moving up my inner thigh again, I’m ready to complain. What’s with him and letting me wait until I’m ready to beg?

Not today, it seems when he tugs my panties down to my knees. I lift one for him so he can slide it off. I’m not about to ruin my favorite pair.

Once I’m completely naked, Elija seems to be done with the playing. Two of his fingers slide through my slit before he circles my clit like he’s done so many times before. But then he pinches my most sensitive part and I moan in surprise, my back arching. He chuckles softly before soothing the pain by moving around it more slowly.

‘Please, Elija,’ I beg. Once more. And I don’t even care.

‘What is it you want?’ he asks, voice rough. I wish I could see him right now.

‘You. Everything you can give, please,’ I whine.

‘Oh, you’ll get that. When I’m done playing. For now, I’m enjoying the way you squirm and moan for me, completely at my mercy. You’ll wait patiently, won’t you?’ he asks slowly, massaging my thighs and ass.

‘Yes,’ I tell him even though my body is screaming at him to hurry the flop up.

‘Good. Always such a good girl.’

He spreads my knees wider before placing a kiss on my backbone. Then his mouth is over my pussy while his hands dig into my flesh to keep me from moving. But my legs are already starting to shake because I’ve been waiting for too long and now I’m finally getting what I asked for. Elija’s not teasing me anymore. He’s eating me out like a man possessed.

One of his arms comes around my waist and he squeezes one of my boobs. I’m embarrassed. Embarrassed that I’m so close to coming so soon when I really want this to last. I want this to last but my body didn’t get the message since I can feel that I won’t hang on much longer.

‘Don’t hold back,’ Elija tells me before his mouth is back on me. I shake my head against the mattress, not even sure what I mean. ‘I want to feel you come all over my mouth. Don’t hold back, Florence. No need to worry, we’re not done,’ he whispers against my wet skin. Then his other hand slides between my legs from the front and he rolls my clit between his fingers.

It does the trick. My body tenses, my back arches and I’m not sure if I’m trying to get closer to Elija and all the sensations or away. I don’t know anything at all other than the pleasure rushing over me in waves until my legs are weak and my breathing is comings in quick rasps.

Finally, Elija pulls his head from between my legs and leans over me again.

‘You okay?’ he asks, leaving soft kisses all over my back, neck, and shoulders. I chuckle breathily.

‘Never better,’ I reply in a horrible British accent. Elija bursts out laughing.

‘Really? Now?’ he asks.

‘We were watching Harry Potter before,’ I try to justify myself, laughing as well. God, it feels good to do that again.

‘Are you still comfortable like this or do you want me to turn you around and untie you?’ he then asks.

‘This. I’d like to try this,’ I say, trying not to sound embarrassed. Elija grinds against me a little, letting me feel how hard he is against his boxer shorts.

‘You’re absolutely stunning like this,’ my boyfriend tells me when he leans back. I decide to believe him and not let my insecurities ruin this. Even though the lights are on and Elija can see everything of me. Every last detail but he still tells me I’m beautiful.

I can feel the mattress shift under his weight as he gets a condom. Then I can hear his last piece of clothing hitting the ground and I can hardly stand the wait anymore.

When his tip is at my entrance, I speak up. ‘Eli?’ he stops moving instantly.

‘Yes?’ he asks softly.

‘Can you,’ I break off, my cheeks burning up. The boy behind me doesn’t rush me. ‘Can you be rough with me? Please?’

I hear him mutter a curse and his grip on my hips tightens. ‘Yes, Florence. I can definitely do that. Just tell me when it’s too much, okay?’ he says. I nod again.

Then, without any further warning, Elija slams inside of me. I think I actually cry out a curse as my back arches. He stills inside of me just for a second, spreading my legs even further. When I don’t protest, he starts moving. He doesn’t go slow this time but does what I asked him to, pounding into me with no remorse. And even though it hurts, I replace myself meeting his thrusts halfway.

His nails dig into my skin and I moan. I try to move my hands, to grab something, to tug at his hair rough enough to make him hurt like he’s hurting me. Not because he’s doing anything wrong but the idea of hearing him moan like he did the last time has me clenching around his dick.

‘Fuck, look at you. My sweet, little whore,’ he tells me. And shit, that shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. But I moan louder, letting him know exactly how much I love the way he speaks to me. How I love the way he’s pounding into me like he hates my guts, leaving bruises for sure. Bruises I want to carry instead of having to.

‘I- I’m,’ I stutter, unable to gather enough letters to form a sentence. But Elija understands and his hands move once more. One comes up to my throat and he squeezes. Not enough to stop my airflow but enough to show me exactly who is in control. His other hand replaces my clit and he rubs it fast and hard.

Meanwhile his pace picks up further to the point where I struggle not to fall forward. I don’t, I push back instead, making him groan. He pinches my clit and tightens his grip on my throat, cursing as I come around him.

He keeps going for several thrusts. Then he stills, replaceing his own release before collapsing along with me.

He rolls off to lay beside me and only takes a second to collect his breath before he unties my hands. He’s so painfully gentle with me that my heart feels like it’s about to burst.

When he’s done, he turns me so my head is on his chest and holds me tight.