Page 156 of When The Night Falls

Erotic William Night. The thrill of experiencing his verbal ways of lovemaking again was wildly refreshing.

Yielding to his command, I caressed myself while his tongue drew slow circles around my clit, sensitising me and preparing me for direct impact. If he had learned this technique during his time with Kate, I felt incredibly grateful toward her, because I was the one taking pleasure from it now.

Groaning, I untied my robe and bared my breasts. Meanwhile, his expert tongue switched patterns, going round and round and then up and down along the sides of my throbbing clit.

This teasing was driving me mad. He was even better than Aaron, and it was nothing short of tormenting. I was desperate for his direct attention. More aroused than I had ever been, I knew what I had waiting, and I wanted it all. Now.

‘Will,’ I pleaded and pinched my nipples. ‘Please, you’re driving me mad.’

He swept his tongue over my clit then, and intense pleasure charged through me, making me stiffen. But then he proceeded to circle it again, making it clear that he wasn’t done teasing me.

I moaned and tugged his hair, growing increasingly frustrated.

‘Sorry,’ he chuckled. ‘I can’t help myself.’ Very gently, he pushed the tip of his middle finger into me, but it only flirted with my entrance. ‘There’s nothing I enjoy more than watching your body respond to me.’

‘But I want you now,’ I whined and clasped his jaw. I tried to lift his head away, but he refused. Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he locked them by my sides and gave me a roguish smile.

‘Trust me, Cara, you’ve got me. Utterly.’ He kissed my clit again.

Groaning with pleasure, I arched my back and closed my eyes once more. There was little use in protesting. Knowing him, he wouldn’t stop until he had his way. He was easily the most stubborn man I had ever met, but I commended his self-restraint. Truly, he was remarkable in that he wasn’t one to surrender to impulse. Delayed gratification was clearly something he practised religiously.

To my relief, he increased the pressure of his licks, and when his tongue swept over my left side – precisely where I had shown him – my breath caught.

‘Ah,’ I moaned, my brows furrowing. Shit, that felt fantastic.

Knowing that I was particularly sensitive there, he carried on, and I sensed him watching me as I writhed against his strong hold of my thighs and wrists. Slowly but surely, the tension amassed in my lower abdomen.

God, he was so damned skilled with his tongue. He wasn’t even hitting my clit directly, and yet I was tensing all over.

‘Will,’ I whined and shook my head. Collapsing, I started to move my hips against him.

He flicked his tongue directly across my clit then, eliciting another moan from my mouth. At the sound of my pleasure, he gave it his full attention.

I failed to breathe. Oh my God.

At a rapid speed, he licked back and forth, up and down, fuelling the agonising tension. My eyes sprang wide open with shock.

This was fucking intense.

‘Ah!’ I cried out, my back arching off the mattress again. Only vaguely did I notice that he tightened his grip on my wrists.

The tension reached a new peak within me. Above it, I couldn’t locate my lungs. The pleasure he provided was of such intensity and acuteness that I had to dedicate every single brain cell to withstanding it, and so I temporarily forgot how to breathe.

As I convulsed and writhed, he released my left wrist and pushed his middle finger deep into me. He curved it inside me, rubbing precisely against my front wall.

‘Oh my God!’ I wailed on my remaining breath and fisted the bed sheets with my liberated hand. I thought I would explode.

I climbed higher and higher, desperate for release. Determined to drive me over the edge, he persisted. When my shudders started and my toes curled, he increased the pace of his finger penetrating me.

Fuck!

Overwhelmed, I nearly shuddered away from him, but he was quick to prevent my escape. Withdrawing his finger, he locked his arm around my thigh, and his hold was so firm that I couldn’t move so much as an inch. Grimacing, I struggled to contain the unbearable pleasure. Searing heat burned my cheeks. I felt so hot. Flushed, I panted his name. I would never recover from his impact. He owned me completely.

Suddenly his tongue hit me with clinical precision, causing the tension to unlock with extreme force.

‘Ah, fuck!’ I uttered, though barely a sound came out since I’d had no air in my lungs.

Like an avalanche, bliss flooded my entire body, and the sheer magnitude of it left me stunned. I could scarcely believe the level of pleasure he could generate in my body, and it amazed me that I had been able to endure it.

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