Page 80 of Bite Marks

“You’re sogorgeous,” she murmured, adjusting to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down my chest until she reached my nipple. She barely ghosted her lips over the tightened bud of nerves, and I was already fighting the urge to arch my back into her touch, my hips shifting of their own accord.

My chest was mostly flat in comparison to her deliciously round breasts. I loved it, the difference between her glaring femininity and my androgyny. The way that even as we were so different—her rosy, flatter areola and my angular kobicha peaks.

“I’m getting impatient, Vi,” I warned quietly, brushing a lock of her deliciously dark hair out of her face.

She laughed, a raspy, lust-filled sound, as she sat up to unbuttonmy pants. I lifted my hips and watched as she pulled them off along with my underwear, an obvious wet mark waiting on the thin grey cotton material.

Vi dragged her fingers through my weeping sex, toying at my entrance with her deft little fingers. I hissed, the sensation of being on the other side of this sort of teasing alien.

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy giving up control from time to time, but as my primary sexual partners were a pillow princess and a vers bottom—if you could call topping all of four times in our decades-long relationship being vers—it wasn’t often that I needed to.

But with Vi?

One look in her eyes and I could see she was eager to please.

“Pet,” I murmured, a thin, needy whine threaded into my voice deeply undercutting my authority.

Usually, I would’ve been disgusted by the idea of begging for what I wanted. It was far more typical of me to take it than to ask… but here? With Vi’s sweet scent invading my senses… I was seconds away from dissolving into pleading that’d give Elsie a run for her money.

“Don’t rush me,” she insisted, pressing a finger inside with no resistance. She pumped in and out slowly, just barely to the second knuckle.

Another fuckingtease.

My body demanded to be filled, stretched.

She held my gaze as she added another finger, massaging that sensitive, textured area deep inside me until I was keening, my hands gripping her thighs hard enough I was sure my fingerprints would be visible for days to come as my hips rocked into her.

Vi’s thumb found my clit, applying pressure and circling, pushing me closer to the edge I only achieved by the feel of someone else’s hands on my body. At the first flutter of my twitching sex, Vi used her free hand to pinch my nipple, a deep groan of pleasure escaping between my fangs.

“Vi, I…Fuck?—”

“I love you,” I gasped as Vi fucked me with her fingers, her long hair spilling over her shoulder as she gazed down at me. “Fuck! Don’t stop?—”

“Come for me again, sir,” she ordered gleefully, dark eyes glittering in triumph. “I want to hear you beg for me.”

I moaned her name through my release, my eyes squeezing shut. When I opened them again, it was to find Vi with her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean as she hummed around the digits, eyes closed blissfully.

What the fuck was that?

“Can I eat you for real?” Vi asked around her fingers.

I nodded. She could’ve asked me for damn near anything, and I was pretty sure I would agree—including putting on a pair of those ridiculous heels she wore to the club and riding the god-awful subway.Naked.

Disoriented by the power of my own fantasies, it was almost a surprise to see the edges of Vi’s blunt, lightly wavy bob brushing her bare shoulders.

Wasn’t it, just a moment ago…?

But I didn’t have time to examine the thoughts as she adjusted herself onto her belly between my knees. Her tongue lavished the tattoos that covered me from calf to cunt, pressing kisses from the winking demon on my knee to the flowers in the crease of my thigh.

I pushed her hair back from her face, gathering it into a loose ponytail in my fist as she ghosted her lips over my pussy, tongue snaking out to tease and work me steadily toward release, my head tilted back to stare at the popcorn ceiling as I moaned my praises and curses at her performance.

“You’re doing so well,” I grunted out, already feeling lost under her rewarding tongue. “That’s it, Vi, just a little more. I’m so close?—”

Her lips, pink and plush and kiss-swollen, wrapped around my clit for a hardsuck, and I shattered. My thighs clenched around her head as I came, her name a shout on my lips that I’m sure her neighbors heard from a mile away.

Vi looked up from where her nose was pressed against my pubic mound, a dreamy expression in her eyes as they met mine, working me down and back into a luxurious pace with her fingers as she sat up.

“You taste so fuckinggood,” she praised, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth with a moan as she chased the remnants ofmy glossy release, still shining along her chin and cheek. “Did I do a good job, sir?”

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