“More, more …”
His tongue plays at the edges of the fabric. He draws it out for long minutes. Kissing, licking, nipping at my skin with his teeth. I’m writhing. I’m practically crawling out of my own skin, desperate for him to be inside me.
How many times will he do this to me? How many times will we fall back into this trap?
Minutes crawl along through miserable, magnificent teasing, and I want to scream. There’s never been anything I’ve wanted so bad in my entire life than for him to take me right now.
My hands long to reach for him, frantic for him to give me just a hint more, to satisfy my thirst for his touch. I jerk against my bonds, useless.
“I can’t…I can’t take it anymore,” I gasp.
“Just what I wanted to hear.” He tugs the fabric aside ever so slightly. It’s all I can do to hold still, my thighs quaking as he tastes my sex, tentatively, drawing it out. “Mmm. Do you have any idea how good you taste?”
That tongue works down one side, then the other, circling his way closer to the middle, sampling each layer of my folds. I savor every layer of pleasure all the way in.
Pure. Unrelenting. Unbearable …
“Ero … eat me out.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“Ooooh! Goddess yes!”
He pauses, licking his lips. “And if I stop?”
“I might die.”
“Then I am going to keep going. And I am not going to stop until you can’t possibly come again.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I whimper, taunting him with a bite of my lip.
Without a warning, he plunges his tongue into me.
Knuckling the sheets, the balls of my feet dig into the fabric. I pull back against the ties, Raising my butt higher for him,spreading me wider, opening me to him. I want that tongue as deep as it can go.
Until he replaces his tongue with a finger. It’s a completely different sensation, but just as enjoyable. Thicker, harder. It raises the pressure inside me, hits a spot his tongue can’t. Paired with his thumb, stroking slow circles against the hooded button beneath…
Glorious.
Ero flips onto his back, sliding beneath me, hooking his arms around my thighs. This angle lets me control the tilt of my hips, the level of pressure of his lips.
His tongue burrows into me again, no pretense or hesitation, lashing inside me. Then two fingers, curling down to tease that bundle of nerves, amplifying the soaring rush of pleasure. Drumbeats of my pulse and his nudging fingertips send me rushing upward toward a cliff that I can’t wait to soar off of.
Need replaces desire as I get closer, waves of ecstatic assault crashing over my brain, drowning me in ardor. My legs lock around his arms, hooked in that position as he lances his fingers faster, smothering his lips around my clit.
I swirl to the cyclone of his tongue, the rapid fluttering tip, followed by flat, firm twirls. His digits pull back to my opening, easing into me just enough to coax me into a climax. Hips and ass tighten as a massive current of sexual bliss bathes my entire body, plunging me deep into uncharted waters.
How is every orgasm he gives me so unique?
Bracing against the bed and the headboard, I bear down into him so that he can spear his fingers fully into me again as I ride out the echoes of my first liberation.
In the wake of that release, I twist, sliding onto my back. The maneuver leaves my wrists crossed overhead. Ero pulls himself up over me, devouring my body with his rapacious gaze.
Lost in exploring my breasts, he unconsciously, or maybe purposely, settles his hips against me. I feel that smooth, elegant, beautiful shaft slide against the base of my sex. The underside of his cock parts my lips gently, sailing up my slit and dragging across my swollen clit. A little hum of delight rushes from me, popping like miniature fireworks against my nerves.
He moans softly as he notices the slick sensation of me against him, bucking his hips down a fraction and knifing upward again. After three or four passes, I pull him down into a savage kiss. Right on cue with the lowering of his shaft.
Leaving the staggering presence of his head resting against the arch of my entry.