Page 94 of Scorching Sienna

My eyes drift up as he starts at the bottom, his warm breath felt on my ankle before his mouth meets the flesh there. I jolt at the contact and then moan as he licks a trail up the side of my calf. I dip my head to the side, Damon strategically positioning himself so that the mirrors on the other two walls give the perfect view of his ministrations. It's erotic, his dirty mouth on parts of my body that have been unexplored.

“A fucking showpiece, this body of yours, rainbow. And then add in all that is inside. It’s a fucking weapon. One that has me begging for life. With you. A muse to not only my erotic thoughts but the mundane as well. You make me less selfish. You make me a version ofme I could never have considered before meeting you.” His words and tongue torment me.

He laps at my skin, his mouth trailing further upward, across my thigh, over my lower belly, until he gets to my nipple. The bud is hard and needy, crying out for attention. Damon answers eagerly, lavishing my nipple with exquisite nips and swirls of his tongue until I am bucking the air, moaning loudly.

He mumbles something I don’t understand, something about a list he has and my moan being top of it.

Once he has whipped my tit into a fucking frenzy, he repeats the process on the other side. The air, as it cools the spots where his mouth has traveled, contrasts against my heated skin and adds a layer of sensation to this whole experience that is out of this world. When his hands join in, massaging and caressing my flesh, the stimulation draws the moisture from my body so that beads of perspiration coat my skin.

Damon takes his time. He is true to his word, his mouth exploring every part of me, besides the one weeping for his attention. It drips down, messing up his bed further.

“Look at your cunt, Sienna.” Damon groans, gripping my chin as he angles my head up. I lock onto my reflection as his other hand slides down my stomach, over my mound, and then his fingers form a V as he splits my slit open, revealing the glistening wetness in the folds.

“It’s a beautiful sopping wet mess just for me. I want that pussy squirting all over my tongue.”

Oh. My. God.

Damon's gaze on my exposed core sends an inferno racing through my body as my skin pinkens with desire.

He releases me and then moves to the end of the bed, leaning forward so that his face is now mere inches from my center.His warm breath ghosts across the moist flesh, and his hands grip my inner thighs, keeping me in place.

The first lick is long and languid, starting a little too close to my other hole before he drags it upwards, through my folds, and over my clit.

“Damon,” I moan, fighting against his grip as he keeps me firmly in one position.

“You taste like a place I don’t belong in, rainbow. Fucking heaven.”

He is looking at my pussy like it is a miracle. As if it holds the key to his salvation. He dives right in, searching for it with the precision of amissile, striking at all the places and spots that drive me closer to an edge I want to jump from. A peak that is closer and closer with every delve of his tongue into my thoroughly lubricated hole. When he removes his tongue and replaces it with two thick fingers before latching onto my clit, I scream out, the ferocious shove off the cliff, hurtling me into an orgasm I wasn’t quite expecting.

I thrash against him as he draws the pleasure out, not relenting until I am spent and crying out.

“This is just the beginning.” His warning pierces the static in my ears as I come down from my high, jolted fully back when I feel a smooth, hard object dragged through my center. Damon makes sure it is slick with my juices before he brings it to my lips. While it is not as big as him, it is still quite large.

“Taste how delicious you are, rainbow.” The thought of what I am about to do is confusing. This turns me on. Is that bad?

Damon tsks, shaking his head slowly. “I told you. No intruders allowed. That includes doubt.”

My eyes dip to the dildo before meeting his, and then slowly, I open my mouth wider, the smile splitting his face worth it.

“Fuck, Sienna, you areso perfect for me.”

He dips the purple item in, and I close my lips around it before swirling my tongue over the smooth surface. His eyes blaze with desire as he watches my reaction to tasting my own come. The silky, slightly salty taste is not what I expect, and my eyes flare in surprise.

“Do you see how exquisite your cream tastes, Sienna.” He licks his bottom lip as he removes the dildo, dragging it down my chin, between the valley of my breasts, swirling a circle over one of the moonflowers on my lower stomach before rubbing it over my nub and through my folds.

His movements are precise, stroking and teasing the object through my folds and up over my clit several times before he finally inserts the bulbous head. The stretch is torturously delicious, and I thrust my hips forward, trying to get more.

“Such a greedy little cunt. Let's hope it takes mine as eagerly.” I don’t have a chance to respond as he thrusts the delicious intruder all the way in, the pressure as it hits my cervix, making my toes curl.

“If you like that, mine will feel even better,” he growls, setting a pace with the toy that is both frustrating and pleasurable, slow and steady.

“More, Damon.Please,” I beg, I whine, when the sensation of another orgasm building coils in the base of my stomach.

“Anything for you, rainbow.” He starts thrusting harder and faster, his thumb joining the party as he strokes my hard little nub like an expert, the symphony being created with all these sensations building and colliding. Damon is the conductor of this orchestra of pleasure, edging me closer and then pulling me back, over and over again, until I am so tightly coiled I am mumbling incoherencies. My head is thrashing around, and my body fights against its bindings as I struggle for a release that is just out of my grasp.

“Can you feel that,rainbow, the edge of delirium? That is how you make me feel. Crazy.”

I nod my head, begging him to end this delicious torture, which he finally does with three fast and deep thrusts and one circular swipe of his thumb, unraveling me as a scream tears free from my chest. Damon removes the toy as a jet of fluid shoots out my body, landing into his open, waiting mouth. He drinks greedily, licking his lips when my body eventually gives all it can.

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