Page 56 of Bloody Lace

She lets out a hollow, gasping moan, her hands shooting out to grip the edges of the hot tub as her head falls back. “Oh, god,” she whispers, and I look up just long enough to see her teethsink into her lower lip before I focus on the one thing that I want more than anything else in this moment.

I want to make her come on my tongue. More than I want to fuck her. More than I want to come myself. I want to taste her orgasm. I want to feel what it’s like for her to ride my face while she comes undone.

And I’m in no rush.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, lapping at the tight, swollen flesh until she moans again, the sound dragging up into something high-pitched and needy. I close my lips around it, sucking her into my mouth for one brief moment, just enough to let her find out how it feels, before I pull away, teasing my way down with small licks and nibbles along her outer folds until I reach her entrance again.

“What…what are you doing?” she gasps, and I chuckle darkly against her skin, not bothering to answer.

Instead, I show her. I stiffen my tongue, pushing it into her like a smaller version of my cock, sliding it deeper as she lets out a startled moan. I curl my tongue inside of her, licking her from the inside, fluttering it until she lets out a cry and her thighs start to tremble.

“That feels—” She breaks off, moaning again as I thrust, teasing her with strokes of my tongue inside of her. She tastes so good, better even than I imagined, and I could do this all fucking night. I could just stay here, between her thighs, and find out how many times I can make her come with just my tongue.

For the first time, I have no idea if I’m going to get off at the end of this, and I don’t care. All I care about is her pleasure, her orgasm, about making sure thatI’mthe one that gives it to her. That she’s screaming my name at the end of this because I’m the one making her come.

I drag my tongue out of her, licking back up to her swollen clit, and Evelyn cries out.

“Oh god—yes, fuck, yes,Dimitri?—”

Her thighs tremble, her legs trying to close to grip around my head, but I hold them open firmly, my tongue lashing over her. She’s drenched, soaking wet with arousal, and my head spins with the thought of how good it would feel to be inside of her. Like the hot water lapping over my cock right now, except a thousand fucking times better. I can feel my cock pulsing just at the thought, my balls tight with need, but I ignore it.

Evelyn is all that matters right now.

It almost feels like penance for what I did to her yesterday, almost on my knees in the hot tub, between her thighs as I worship her with my tongue. I roll it over her clit again and again, licking, fluttering, until I can feel that she’s close. Until I can feel the muscles in her thighs twitching and leaping under my hands, feel the tension in her abdomen, her body wound so tight that all that’s left is for her to let go.

I wrap my lips around her swollen clit, and suck.

The sound she lets out is a shriek of pleasure, her entire body going rigid, her hips bucking against my face. I feel her back arch, feel the rush of her arousal, my tongue fluttering feverishly against her as I suck at her sensitive flesh, driving her over the edge.

The way she rides my face is exquisite. All of her walls drop as she comes, all of her defenses laid waste, and she’s helpless against the onslaught of her own desire. Her hips roll against my mouth, her back arched in a deep curve, her head fallen back as she gasps and grinds herself into my tongue, riding out her orgasm for as long as she physically can. And I don’t stop, because I want to hear her scream my name.

“Oh, god,fuck, fuck—Dimitri!”

My cock throbs madly as my name erupts from her lips, and for a second the pulsing need, the aching pleasure coursing through me at the taste and heat of her on my lips is so intensethat I think I’m about to come too, that I’m going to erupt without ever having touched myself. But as her orgasm ebbs and she starts to squirm away from me, the sensations suddenly too much. I'm still as rock-hard as I have been since I walked up here.

I don’t want to let go of her. I don’t want to stop touching her. I drag my hands up her thighs, over her hips, still lapping at her in small, delicate licks until she reaches out and pushes my head away.

“Too…much…” she whispers, her voice cracking, and I finally straighten, moving away from her as I sink down onto the bench beneath the water. My arousal is painful, and my legs feel like they can’t hold me up any longer. I know I’ve been this desperate to come before because of her, but right now it doesn’t feel like it.

Evelyn’s eyes open, and she swallows hard, pushing herself off the edge just far enough to sink bonelessly down into the water. She’s utterly silent for a long moment, and then her gaze flicks down beneath my hips.

“What about you?” she asks softly, and I manage a tight, small smile.

“I’m fine.”

She laughs. Really laughs, which is one of the last things a man usually wants when he’s sitting next to a half-naked woman, with a stiff cock. But coming from Evelyn, I don’t mind it.

“You’re not fine.” She moves towards me, the water rippling and bending around her as she reaches out, her hand suddenly closing around me. The pressure of her fingers around my length, her palm brushing against the over-sensitive skin, makes my head tip back as I groan aloud. “See?”

I can’t speak. I can barely fucking breathe. I’ve never known something as simple as a hand on my cock to feel so fucking good, but I’m so turned on right now that the touch of the watercan almost make me come. Just Evelyn’s hand wrapped around me has me dangerously on the edge.

“Get up there.” She nods to the edge of the hot tub, her hand moving up and down in a slow, delicious stroke that sucks the air out of my lungs. “Unless it’s too cold for you.”

I look at her, momentarily forgetting how to form words, because I’m so fucking close to coming and I don’t want to yet. “You don’t have to—” I start to say, and then my cock throbs in her hand, violently protesting everything I just said.

Evelyn looks at me, her gaze meeting mine, and she licks her lips. “Don’t make me ask twice,” she murmurs coolly, her eyes narrowing, and I suck in a sharp breath as she lets go of me.

I moan at the loss of sensation. I’m fucking aching, every muscle in my body coiled tight, a spring ready to snap. Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I know I’m supposed to turn her down, supposed to get out of this hot tub and go back inside and jerk off somewhere alone.

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