Page 48 of Gift from the Stone

He spreads my thighs wide, not wasting a second, dropping his head and consuming every inch of me. I throw my head back and cry out as he worships my flesh like he’ll die if he doesn’t drink down every drop of me. He continues the slow drag of his finger in and out, causing me to grip him tighter each time and push against his hand. My silent demand for more.

Splaying his massive hand on my lower belly, applying just enough pressure to hold me down, he forces my hips to stop thrusting, not allowing me to chase and take what I want from him.

Dragging my nails across the mat beneath me, my back is slick with sweat, creating a suction that traps my upper body in place. Unable to wiggle or move, I can’t slow down my fast-approaching orgasm.

I pant and moan his name, warring with my body to let go but not so fast. He plays with my body mercilessly and I want to savor his pleasure for as long as I can.

“Tillman.” I moan.

The blissful heat of my orgasm builds and builds until I’m teetering on the cliff of euphoria and there’s no stopping it.

“No.”

The command in his voice locks my release in a chokehold. I can’t even force my body to disobey him and let go, chase back the heat that was just in my grasp. I shake my head back and forth, my bangs sticking to my forehead, and sweat drips down the curve of my breast.

Fuck, this is the sweetest torture I’ve ever endured.

I want him to stop his teasing and give me what I want.

Yet, I never want this to end.

Adding another finger, he spreads me open and sinks his tongue inside, licking the taste of me off his fingers. Making his way up to my clit in one long stroke, he groans and hums his need for me, sending earthquaking vibrations through my nerve endings. I let out a frustrated cry as tears well in my eyes, the building pressure is almost to the point of painful.

“Willow.” The deep moan of my name was all the permission my body needed.

Throwing my head back, I shamelessly scream his name as everything tenses. My toes curl into the muscles of his back, searching for a tether to keep me grounded as the power of my orgasm rips through me and just keeps going. Seconds, minutes, I can’t tell you the amount of time that passes as my body quivers in the aftershocks of the pleasure he just gave me.

As clarity returns to my muddled mind, I grip Tillman’s hair, attempting to push him from between my thighs as he continues to lick, kiss, and suck anywhere his mouth can reach.

“I can’t.” I pant over and over. I’m so sensitive, it’s deliciously painful.

He chuckles darkly, laying one final kiss to my pussy before he creates a wet trail all the way up my body. Self-satisfaction oozes out of him and I feel it pounding in my chest where his bond lies patiently waiting. His smug smile screams he’s pleased I begged him to stop his torture.

“Let’s get you a shower,” he murmurs, lifting me in his arms, laying a kiss to my cheek.

“You can’t walk me through the house naked.” I shriek as he starts walking toward the door.

“Why not?”

“Because any of the house staff could be walking around. And one of your brothers might see.” The twitch of his lip gives his intentions away. “Oh, absolutely not. You’re not going to parade my naked body around to make them jealous.” I laugh.

“Fine,” he grumbles and his element glides across me. “Better?”

He produced a towel large enough to lay over me, covering my tits to high thigh.

“It’ll do. I guess.”

I shake my head at him as he ever so slowly makes his way up to my room. We could’ve easily made it up here in half the time, but he moved at a snail’s pace, laughing at my petrified face every time I thought I heard footsteps. It would’ve been one thing for the guys to see me, but I would’ve died right there in his hands if Gaster or Ms. Grace had caught me in this condition.

“You’re back early,” Draken says, popping straight up, tossing his communicator somewhere on the bed.

I can’t help but giggle as his eyes widen then become hungry when he takes in the sight of me. He tries to hurry out of the bed, but Tillman finally gets some pep in his steps, entering the bathroom, then shutting and locking the door behind him.

“That’s not nice.” I playfully slap his chest, laughing as Draken bangs on the door, yelling for Tillman to let him in. It doesn’t faze Tillman at all as he steps into my shower, still clothed, and sets me down gently facing the spray of water.

“Turn around, little one,” he instructs.

Turning my body to face his, I follow a bead of water as it slides down his chest, disappearing into the fabric of his shorts.

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