Page 30 of Matchmaking With Cupid

His tongue traced teasing patterns around my core, and I moaned, feeling the pleasure start to build, but he did a good job of keeping me on the edge, teasing me almost to the point of release and then backing off when it felt like I was going to tip over into the abyss, and every time, I felt myself coiling tighter, the feeling so intense that I knew I was going to explode when he finally made me come.

His tongue teased me to the point where I thought it was going to end, but he managed to bring me back down again. I reached down and threaded my hand through his curly hair, tangling my fingers among the strands. I tried to find the words to tell him what I wanted, but it became unnecessary as he took my meaning. His tongue swirled around my most sensitive spot, not quite hitting where I needed it, but enough to make me certain that he was heading there.

He didn't let up for a second and my fingers tightened in his hair while my body started to flash hot and cold. The release made my entire body shake and the pleasure was more intense than I'd ever have expected from a first time with someone.Though I supposed it was technically my second. Just like in his office, he didn't stop as he felt my release, keeping me hovering in pleasure for a bit longer.

I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily and trying to regain some of my composure. Cupid came up next to me, a satisfied expression on his face.

"How do you even know how to do that?" I murmured.

He chuckled. "I might not be able to produce magical orgasms, but I'm still a love god."

"Felt pretty magical to me."

"It's practice, not magic."

"Fair enough." I propped myself up to look at him, noticing the tent that was firmly at home in his boxers. It seemed he'd enjoyed himself.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"Oh yes. But I'll like what I can feel better."

"That can be arranged," he promised, leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer. He got out a silver package and held it out to me.

"There'd better be more than one in there."

"There are," he promised. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

"Good. Then you should get your boxers off."

"I see you're getting impatient now." Even as he said it, he got off the bed and pushed them down, revealing himself to me.

I bit my lip, drawing his attention to it.

"Tell me what you want," he said as he got back onto the bed.

"Isn't it my turn to ask that?" I reached out and took him in my hand, stroking gently while looking into his eyes. Hopefully, it wasn't going to be enough for him to find his own release, but it would feel good.

"It could be if that's what you want."

I nodded.

"Okay." He tore open the condom and I let go of him so he could roll it on. He propped himself up against the headboard and gestured for me to join him.

My whole body thrummed with anticipation as I straddled him.

"Slowly," he said as he guided himself to my entrance. "You're not the only one who likes to tease the release."

I swallowed hard and lowered myself onto him, my knees resting on either side of his hips. The position brought us close together and he used the chance to cup my cheek and kiss me deeply. There was nothing hurried about any of his movements. There was no doubt he wanted me, but there was also no doubt that he was completely in control of his own pleasure.

He put his hands on my hips and guided me in slow movements that felt like exquisite torture. Somehow, it felt even more intense for us to be doing it like this. There was nothing wrong with hard and fast. I liked that sometimes, but it was different to have someone take their time, and it was like he was truly trying to get to know my body.

I continued to move, a soft cry escaping from me as the angle made it so that pressure was building on a particular spot, one that had the potential to push me right over the edge again if we did this right.

"Ah."

He gave me a quizzical look, but didn't seem very worried about it.

"Good," I murmured, leaning my head against his shoulder. "There."

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