Page 33 of Widow's Walk

I’m flipped on my back, breaking the kiss. He grins, and I can’t help but grin back. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and the brown in them almost sparkles. I want to stroke his face and tell him how handsome he is. But I’m me, so I don’t.

But right now, I feel so…light. So carefree, but not in the usual detached way. Nothing outside of this room matters. Only our bodies and our pleasure.

He gives me soft, chaste kisses to my lips. Just enough to pull me in, then remove himself, over and over. It’s somehow more sensual than when we devour each other. His hands sliding down then up my body, yet keeping it somewhat wholesome.

But we are not wholesome human beings. I want him inside me. I want more.

Just as I grow fervid with frustration, he starts to trail his lips and tongue down my body. Briefly stopping at my breasts to toy with my nipples. Teasing them just enough to give me pleasure and leave me begging for more.

My lips thin when he gives my nipple a bite. A zap right to my pussy. I arch my back and thread my fingers through his soft locks to hold him there. It’s all the provocation he needs to rise to the challenge. He tongues the same nipple before chomping down on it, this time harder.

My back bows and my head snaps back as I open my mouth with an audible gasp. My thighs clench around him, and my hips buck, dying for some friction where the apex of my thighs throb with desire.

He releases my nipple, and I whine as my face tilts down at him. His dark gaze locks eyes with me, a smirk teasing his lips. He makes a wet trail down to where I swear has its own heart now, and it’s beating with a thumping rhythm.

It’s been so long since I’ve let anyone go down on me. There’s usually no foreplay. When I’m feeling sexually deprived, I go out to one our clubs, find an attractive enough man, and fuck him in the VIP or the bathroom. Just sex.

And with the way he’s taunting me, licking me, and kissing me everywhere but where I need it, he knows how badly I want it. I’m so fucking pent up, I don’t even care. Fuck my pride.

When my nostrils flare in warning, he gives me a smirk right before he lowers his mouth right to my center, and I flinch in reaction. I feel it everywhere, from my fingertips to the tips of my toes. Everything reacts, burning and yearning for him to fuck my pussy with his mouth.

And he delivers.

He oscillates between long and languid swipes with his tongue, to quick, rapid ones with the tip of it. I’m panting, my muscles straining. My body pathetically desperate for him to send me over that edge.

He stabs his tongue inside me, nuzzling his nose against me. It’s all too much. It feels so fucking good, and he keeps me on that fucking edge. I want to scream. I want to fuck his face. I want to put a stop to this.

As if he can read my mind, he takes my entire pussy into his mouth with a strong suction, then releases a little pressure to tongue me over that edge and to my death. My whole body coils, my back coming off the mattress, my head snapped back, my jaw unhinged on a silent scream.

It’s fucking beautiful.

I stare up at the ceiling, smiling. My muscles now so relaxed they’ve gone limp.

“Joon-kharâsh,” he rumbles against my sensitive flesh. Then chuckles when I quiver uncontrollably. I know my cheeks are glowing when I gather the courage to face him. “I could eat you for hours, but my cock might punch a hole through the mattressif I don’t fuck you,” he murmurs after placing a gentle kiss on my hipbone. But I don’t miss the way he almost cringes looking at the nasty scar on my other one.

My reddened cheeks heat with a grin, swallowing down a girlish giggle. He looks at me, grinning back like the devil. His body climbs up mine lazily. My breathing picks back up to a pant, and I can feel my heart trying to pound out of my chest as he gets closer.

His face hovers over mine, and we just stare at each other. What the fuck is he doing to me? Why the fuck am I letting him? But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

I can smell myself on his breath as it dances across my face. It has my pussy throbbing all over again. And when his hard cock butts against me, sticking to me, my knees fall to the mattress. My core a votive offering, a desperate plea.

Everything stops when he softly brushes some hair off my face with such gentle fingers. The world is silent. My mind clears, empties of all thoughts. All I can see is him.

He must sense the panic beginning to rise within me because he releases me from his stare and reaches a hand between us. His knuckles grazing that wickedly sensitive cluster of nerves, causing my eyes to practically roll to the back of my skull.

He gives it a few feather-light strokes just to torment me, then puts me out of my misery to press the tip of his cock to me, and pushes his way inside, knocking the air out of me.

It’s pure torture how slowly he makes his way in, all the way to the hilt. On reflex, I squeeze his hips with my thighs and wrap my arms around his shoulders to yank him down. I kiss him with desperation, pouring things I can’t explain into him. He returns the same ardent lust, kissing me deeply and pulling his cock out to the tip to slam back in, jolting my body with the brutal force.

My hands begin to roam around his taut body. His skin is firm yet soft as my fingers glide along his bronzed skin. I love the contrast between us. His dark and my light.

My hands find their way to his solid ass to grab on, demanding he fuck me harder. A growl rumbles low in his chest, and he thrusts into me with more speed and violence.

Yes.

I break from the kiss to gasp for air and crane my neck back. He nips at my throat, and it has me spiraling upwards. Up and up until I’m seeing fucking stars. I whine and circle my arms around his neck to keep him close as I hit that wall and begin to descend. The fall is just as glorious as the rise.

I close my eyes to savor the moment, and he spills into me. His pace slowed, and an uncontrollable twitch here and there. I grin against his shoulder to feel his composure waver. To know I can do that to him.

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