Page 186 of Gathered Sparkle

“Patience.” My thumb sweeps over the head of his cock, and I savor the low groan he releases. Then I let my weight settle, finally giving him what we both crave.

The first glide of his tongue makes my hips jerk and a gasp slip from my lips. He moans into me, the sound vibrating against my clit. It’s a soft, needy sound, and the way his hands clutch at my thighs makes my core clench in response. His tongue swirls slowly, drawing out every ounce of my pleasure. He’s soeagerto please, so desperate for my reaction.

I bend forward and lick a slow path from the base to the tip of his cock, relishing the way his body jolts beneath me.

“Fuck.” His voice is muffled against my pussy, as his hips buck, seeking more.

I smirk against the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him into my mouth. He whimpers, his tongue faltering on me for a moment. But then he refocuses and licks deeper.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs into me as he pulls me down harder onto his face, devouring every drop of me. His desperation makes methrob.

“Yes. God, just like that.” My hips buck, a ragged cry escaping my lips as he licks harder, faster, as though he’s starving for it. “Oh fuck. You’re gonna make me come already.” I collapse forward, my forehead pressed to his thigh as I pant, my fingernails pressing into his skin. “Don’t stop. Not until I say so.”

His moan is pure desperation, muffled by the wet heat of my pussy, and my body locks up, his name ripping from my throat as waves of ecstasy crash through me. I tremble above him, my thighs squeezing his head, his tongue never stopping as he licks me through it all.

“Stop.” My grip on his thigh loosens as I come down. Nicholas’s tongue slows, his licks turning soft, savoring the last taste of me before he kisses my inner thigh.

I lift myself off him, my legs trembling, and turn to look down at his flushed, dazed face. His lips are glistening, and he’s panting hard.

“Goddamn…” A tremor racks through me, and I take a ragged breath. “You did so good.” I brush his damp hair back from his forehead, and my thumb traces his lower lip.

He kisses it softly, his eyes half lidded. “Fuck.” A shy, breathless smile curls his lips. “I’ve never done that.”

I grin, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. “Seems like you are a natural.”

He laughs softly, his hands resting on my waist, but his cock is still hard, still aching, pressed against his stomach.

I slide down his body, off the bed, where I stand, making him groan in protest. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”

I pull him up by his shoulders, guiding him until he’s standing, too, his body flush against mine. His hands come to my hips while his cock presses against my stomach, the heat of it sending another ripple of need through me.

He leans down to kiss me hungrily, but I move, pressing my lips to his ear. “Fuck me.”

A shiver runs through him. “Fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

With newfound confidence, Nicholas gently rests his hands on my hips, turning me to face the bed. Our breaths are heavy, echoing through the room as he slides a hand up my back withthe barest amount of pressure. I lean over the bed, my hands braced on the sheets, then I arch my back, pushing my ass toward him.

A deep groan rumbles from his chest as he leans forward. His breath is hot against my shoulder as his hands glide up my spine, and when he reaches my neck, he pauses, pressing his thumbs into the base of my skull before gliding back down.

My breath hitches as one of his hands drifts between my legs. “God, you’re so wet.” He circles my entrance, one finger barely slipping in, then pulling back, his movements maddeningly slow. My hips push back against him, desperate for more, but he takes his time.

“Stop playing,” I pant out, turning my head to look at him, my eyes blazing with frustration and need. “I need your cock.Now.”

Nicholas chuckles, his lips brushing the back of my neck as he glides the head of his cock through my wetness. “So impatient.”

And then he pushes in.

I gasp, my fingers clenching the sheets as he stretches me, filling me inch by inch. He bottoms out, his hips flush against me, and we both pause, caught in the exquisite feeling.

I push back against him, a silent plea for more. He pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, then thrusts back in, making me moan, my head dropping forward as he sets a rhythm. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room—a wet, rhythmic slap that makes my core clench even tighter.

“Yes…” My breaths are deep and heavy with each thrust. “God,you fuck me so good.”

He groans, his hips snapping forward a little harder, my praise spurring him on. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting deep, the friction igniting every nerve in my body.

“I…” He gasps, his fingers digging into my hips, a tremor of desperation in his voice. “I can’t get enough of you.” He slams into me, grinding his hips and sinking impossibly deeper, bordering painfully, before he pulls back, only to repeat the motion once more.

“Then don’t,” I moan out, and I push back to meet his thrust, but the strain of standing on my tiptoes starts to burn through my legs, my weight sinking, pulling me down. I glance back over my shoulder.

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