Page 131 of Violet

“I fucking love the taste of you.”

“Keep going.” I move under him to start that wild ride again.

Stephan groans, pushes my hands away as I reach for him, and pulls out of me.

“No!”

“Yes…” He kisses his way down my body, finally coming to a heated rest right between my legs. “This fucking view,” he mutters, sucking on my clit, making the flames inside lick so high I just might combust.

And yet I need more. I need him. All of him, I need the heights he can take me to, the wild depths. All of it.

Stephan doesn’t need to ask. He knows me now. I lift my hips to him as he buries his face between my legs and he starts to suck and lick and nibble, making the ache in me flare into wild need. I don’t know if it’s just arousal or slick, but his fingers slide into me so easily, even as he widens them to make me stretch, something that shakes me down to my soul.

How he can wring out these deep moments from me, make me want more, is the kind of mystery I’ll happily spend my life exploring.

Stephan starts to thrust with his finger as he sucks around my clit. I whimper, shifting, trying to get his mouth exactly where I want it, exactly where he doesn’t want to go.

He’s a monster, building and building the pressure, his fingers sliding in and out, turning me into a ball of excited, needful energy. If I could just get him to close his mouth around my clit, offer me the heat and soft stroke of his tongue, I’d be happy. I’d be there, almost there.

But he dangles the orgasm out of reach.

Oh my God, now he pushes his thumb into my ass, theplace he invaded and brought me to a wild and pagan pleasure last night, before?—

I block out the talk, going to bed, being in his arms, my lonely tangled thoughts, I block it all out and latch onto the renewed tendrils of pleasure.

And then he does it, while thrusting into me, pistoning in gentle pumps. His mouth finally takes my clit, and I’m consumed by that burst of warm wetness, the gentle suck that won’t stop.

“Stephan…” He’s built me up and up and now…now it’s almost too much. Because that suck stops being gentle. It has force behind it, and tongue now, tongue that pushes and stimulates beyond what I can take. I shudder, trying to twist free.

He won’t let me.

His arm pins one of mine, his free hand grips my other hip, and I’m caught, at his mercy. The pressure changes again; it’s aggressive now, a scrape of teeth added to the suck and lick and thrust of fingers.

I’m gone, I’m fevered, my clit’s too sensitive, I’m too sensitive, I need him to stop, I need…

“Oh,God.”

I need more.

He doesn’t stop.

Stephan doesn’t stop.

He keeps licking, sucking, nibbling my clit, and his fingers keep working me, keep working that spot.

I thrash, trying to get away, the throbbing spasms of my orgasm still ricocheting through me.

“No, no, it’s too much, please.”

Stephan has turned into a sadist, and he keeps going,not letting up, not even to speak to me. And I can’t escape him. I sob, everything fluttering to get free, to find a moment to breathe. And then…and then it changes again, into something deeper, like I have to pee, a pressure starting up inside me and the throbbing beats of the orgasm don’t dissipate. They start to build in a different way.

Like it’s coming, this time, frombeyondmy clit, and not like how it was when he fucked my ass. This is different. It’s a clanging throb. The beat is from inside my soul, and as the orgasm blooms once more it takes all of me on that journey, and I come so hard I think I pee.

I’m sobbing, a mess, on the verge of blacking out, as I’m hit by wave after wave of chaotic pleasure.

“That’s it, Princess. You’re doing perfectly for me. I knew you could take it.” Rising up over me, he starts to fuck me again. It’s so hard and deep, it makes the bed shake and creak loudly.

“Stephan…” His words light an inferno in me, and my back arches as every part of me catches fire.

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