Page 49 of Solanum

I used both hands to massage her back then, rolling my thumbs in soft circles from shoulder to pelvis. She closed her eyes, breaths leaving her in rhythmic exhalations, but I could tell she wasn't done. That sweet bliss didn't soften her features or erase her tension like it did when I took all of her. I leaned down to kiss her temple, and she smiled through it.

"On your back, Kitten. You've made me very very hungry." I nipped her ear before releasing her, then guided her to roll over with me. I mounted her, the way she liked, pressing her knees back as I gazed down at her throbbing core.

She gasped again, chewing the inside of her cheek as if just the change of positions sparked the smoldering embers back to a blaze. Her body remained pliable for me, and she let her arms fall to the pillow beside her head. Submission, full-bodied submission overcame her, and the way she looked at me, ready and waiting for my next move, told me I was doing something right for her.

I kissed from her ankle to her knee, then down the inside of one thigh and up the other on my trek to lie between her legs. A moan escaped her when I licked around her navel. Like before, she ran her fingers through my hair, untangling a few curls in the process. She always broke the no touching rule when it came to my hair, and I just…let her.

She smiled at me while I gazed up at her, my lips pressed to the soft curve of her mons. Despite her need, the calmness that overcame her even before I finished her off melted me with her, and I reached up to grab handfuls of her pretty tits. A moan left her lips and she arched toward me, forcing my mouth lower to where she wanted me to go.

"Do I get to taste the sweet, delicious gush of my Kitten tonight?" I whispered against her, not realizing the possessive language that left my lips until it was too late.

"Y-yes," she said, on the tails of a shaky breath. "Please, Car."

"Hmm." I kissed her firm clit, flicking my tongue over her a few times. "I can't break my promises to you, now can I?"

"No." She moaned, her legs bouncing in tremors beside me. She grabbed handfuls of her own hair the second I opened my mouth to take as much of her as I could.

I used my tongue to part her folds, sucking and flicking here and there. I took my time with her as always, and when I felt her tense toward her rising climax, I backed off only to return to kissing her here and there.

Sweat beaded across her abdomen and dampened her hair within two aborted climaxes. I loved edging her, bringing her so close then withholding. She clenched her teeth, bucking her hips demandingly, but I resisted. I knew what made her lose herself fully, twisting her body in a mangled version of ecstasy. She wasn't there yet, and I would bring her there when I was ready.

I used my thumbs to hold her open while I poked at her entrance, bobbing my head in fast, even movements. Her cries picked up, and she lifted her legs so that only her pointed toes touched the bed.

"Oh God," she cried, her voice cracking. "Oh my God."

"Am I your god?" I chuckled when I asked in between dives.

"Fuck, yes." She shuddered, one leg bracing against my shoulder while the other stretched out across the bed. Her pelvis lifted from the linens, and I speared her then, slipping two fingers deep into her hot pussy. She clenched me, a deep moan leaving her lips when I pumped in and out of her in short bursts at first, followed by long, deep presses.

Her cries echoed off the walls of the quiet room when I wrapped my mouth around her clit. When her hips quaked, I released her, and she nearly screamed out her frustration. Four, five times I interrupted her come and it drove her to distraction. She braced her foot on my shoulder, her shaking arms wild as if she had no idea what to grab or where to put them. I recognized her signs, knew that I brought her to the event horizon of her collapse. I turned my fingers inside her, knocking the spot she loved for me to hit whenever I fucked her this way. I took her clit in my mouth, sucking hard and flicking faster as I destroyed her in an overwhelming bout of stimulation.

She shouted, her bellows breaking her voice as she bucked against my face. Her fingers tore at her own breasts as she writhed on the bed, the blanket gathering in a twisted heap around her. Sweat soaked all of her as if she ran a marathon on her own.

"Caroline!" she yelled my name, her body arching and her feet digging into the mattress when she lifted herself. I didn't let up this time. I kept her there and I took her. I stole all of her, demanded the release she deserved and that I ached to know I caused.

Her body erupted, turning her face a deep red with the strength of her climax. She came against my mouth, and I thrust in and out of her with heated passion when her body squeezed my fingers. Her shouts broke her voice, and she twisted so sharply when she came that I had to move with her to hold her in it. A violent gush struck my palm, soaking me in the way I craved. I rubbed myself against the edge of her bed and stifled the moan when I joined her in a delicious orgasm of my own.

Only when her body dropped to the bed did I release her clit, but that didn't mean I stopped tending to her. I slipped my fingers from inside her, and lapped at her, from back to front, in long, deep licks like she belonged to the best peanut butter chocolate ice cream in the universe.

"Yes, yes." She shrieked, grabbed my hair, and slammed her center to my mouth when she came again, or still. I couldn't tell. And there she tumbled, her mouth hanging open and her legs falling wide in a fated bow.

I let her down slowly then, kissing the lips of her pussy as if they belonged to her mouth. She drew in shaky breaths and covered her face when tears streamed her cheeks. I released her then, crawling up her body to kiss the back of her hands. She wrapped her shaking legs around me briefly, but dropped them soon after when her strength failed her.

"Look at me, Kitten." I urged her hands away, then scooped her up into a hug.

Nora latched on to me immediately, sobbing softly against my shoulder while she held me around the middle. I gathered her close to me, my lips pressed to her cheek while I cooed soft phrases in her ear.

She nodded, whimpering through her cries as her toes stroked my calf. She sniffled, and finally met my gaze when I lowered her properly onto the pillows. Her eyes locked on mine, and the sweet, half-lidded softness washed over her face as she tumbled into the subspace where she ached to be. Her movements slowed, her breathing calmed, and any leftover tension faded from her like a breath on the wind. I caressed her face with my knuckle, doting on her in my most favorite way. Her lips brushed my wrist, and she closed her eyes when a deep exhale left her.

Again, she became smooth, wet sand in my palms. With every stroke, every caress, her body rippled with me in a sensual cadence. She flowed like a waterfall in slow motion, the curves of her arching downward to pool in my palms. We floated together while I held her, peppering her with forehead kisses and gentle caresses, until she dozed in my arms. She curled her hands to my chest, her nose tucked beside my neck.

In the wake of it all, I found myself melting some. The thrum of my heart beat rhythms that timed with hers. Calmness of a different sort wrapped around me, leaving me with stillness that paused my thoughts and concerns. For once, I let myself share in her glow, melding her warm body with mine in the process.

We'd done it again, carved ourselves to fit together in a way we shouldn't. Like two of the same shaped puzzle pieces, but each from a different box. Tonight, I didn't care. I couldn't even care if I tried. I floated down the cascading waterfall with her, never knowing which one of us would drown.

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