Page 10 of More Than A Feeling

"Yes. Don't stop."

He took my mouth in a hungry kiss and then started back down again on my breasts. One hand squeezed a breast and nipple so hard that it hurt so fucking beautifully, and the other nipple was in his mouth. He bit, suckled, and tugged the engorged flesh. All of it created a frenzy inside me that I'd never experienced before.

He pulled back and went down my body.

"Spread your legs for me," he breathed.

His mouth, his teeth, and his breath were all over my skin, and I felt hot, unbearably hot, like there was a fire inside and around me.

"Spread," he ordered and smacked my thigh hard.

I felt self-conscious, but I did as he asked.

"I want to see," he sounded drugged…on me? "I want to see your pussy."

I spread my legs wider, and his eyes glazed with arousal. I was bare. I liked it like that. It felt clean. I hadn't done it for a man but for myself. Six months of laser and some maintenance, and voila! I had a hairless pussy.

"Tha thu bòidheach," he murmured in Gaelic. I never figured out what that meant. "I could keep looking at your beautiful pussy, Fleur. I wanna look at it, fuck it, fill it up with my cum. You want that?"

Breathing heavily, I stared into his eyes and nodded. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, feeling turned on and embarrassed all at the same time. I could feel my clitoris swollen and throbbing, and he'd only looked at me. I didn't come easily; I knew that. It took work with a clitoral vibrator—but now I thought if he touched me, I'd go off like a rocket.

He groaned softly and kneeled between my legs. He put a finger on my pubic bone before sliding it down my wetness. My hips immediately surged up, and he laughed softly.

"Oh, Grian, if you respond to my finger like this, I can't wait to see what happens when I eat you."

No man had ever done that to me. Oral sex sounded good in books and when I watched porn, but in real life, it felt messy. I'd seen what I looked like down under, and I didn't want his mouth there up close and personal.

I tried to close my thighs up, but he smacked me again. "Stay still," he commanded.

My heart raced as he nuzzled his nose against my pubic bone. "You smell so good. And you're so wet. I've barely touched you, and you're soaked." His finger dipped inside me, and I heard a slurping sound that embarrassed me but made him groan.

"I need to taste you." His voice was jerky, and I took a deep breath as his mouth found me.

Holy mother of God! Pleasure like I'd never felt shot up my spine. I was frozen to the spot because of it, and as if I were a puppet, my hands went to his head to hold him as I rubbed my pussy against him. I'd never done this before. I didn't even know how I was doing this because I didn't think I knew how to do this.

"Fucking sweetest pussy I've ever tasted." He ran his tongue from my ass to my clit, and I forgot to be uncomfortable, worried about how the unholy hole smelled or tasted. Myarousal made it impossible for me to think straight. I was just a body now; I could only feel.

"Look at me," he growled, "Look at me as I fuck your pussy with my tongue. Fleur, please."

I watched him, wondering how he looked so sexy with his lips wet with my juices. He stuck his tongue out and flicked my clit. I screamed at the intense pleasure. I was aroused not just by what he was doing but as I watched him do it. It was dirty and erotic.

He buried his face into my folds and licked, sucked, and nipped until I was past everything but that feeling deep down inside, of the kind of release I'd never felt before. I exploded, and the orgasm that ripped through me was almost painful in its intensity. He slammed two fingers inside me and started to massage me. I was barely over that first orgasm when I felt the second one start. I was going out of my mind now. I was desperate. I wanted him inside me now!

He knew it, too. He grinned wide and repositioned me so I was straddling him. I looked at his face; my breath caught in my throat. This handsome man was mine tonight, and nothing this amazing had ever happened to me. His dark hair was messy. His eyes were hooded. His cheeks were flushed. His mouth was wet with my orgasm. I dropped my mouth to his, wanting to taste him and me. I couldn't believe that I was doing this with Callum, that I was the reason for that look of arousal on his face.

I held his eyes for a long moment and slid my ass down his legs. I wanted to taste him. I'd given a couple of blow jobs but more out of obligation and curiosity. This was the first time I felt a need to do it.

My mouth watered just looking at him.

I took him in my mouth.

"Fuck, yeah." His hands were in my hair, as if he were holding on for dear life. I loved that feeling of making him feel out of control.

I swirled my tongue around the thick round tip, and his head lifted. He watched me intently.

"Am I doing it okay?" I asked when insecurities plagued me.

"You do it any better, Grian, I'm going to come on your face."

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