Page 33 of Passing the Red Line
“I didn’t hear the word please.” Another nip lands on my neck.
“And here I thought I was in charge,” I say remembering last night on the couch when he gave all the control over to me. God, the image of me riding him is going to be in my mind forever. I guy has never made me feel so damn powerful before. Everything that I wanted and told him to do, he did and it was so damn hot.
“You were last night. Now it’s my turn and I want to hear you say please. I want you to beg for it.” A growl sounds out through his bedroom.
This man growls. A lot. Who growls that much? I find it so damn sexy, though.
If I want to get what I want, I have to give him what he wants.
“I said please last night.” I argue, the please already on the tip of my tongue.
“I want to hear you say it this morning,” he says, dragging his tongue along the length of my neck and moving back down to my chest. At least he’s moving down.
A smirk forms on my face, loving this game between us. “Fine,” I say through a smile. “Please, Christian. Make me come, please. I’m begging you. I need it.”
A hum vibrates through his body. “Was that so hard?” he asks, moving his body lower to where I want him.
“No,” I breathe out as I feel his tongue at the edge of my mound.
The second that his tongue makes contact with my clit, I’m seeing stars again.
Christian sucks my clit into his mouth and I feel his fingers at my entrance, teasing me and bringing me to the edge even more.
One finger and then two, slide into me and I can’t help but to arch my body to get more of what he is offering.
“Such a needy pussy,” Christian says against me as his fingers slide in and out of my core. “So tight, and so damn warm. Look at you taking my fingers so well it makes me wish it was my cock instead.”
I let out a moan. “Me too.”
“Come on my tongue and I’ll slide my cock into this pretty pussy of yours.”
His tongue starts to move more aggressively and his fingers follow the motions he was giving me last night in the car. Christian is doing so much that my body doesn’t know whether to cheer in excitement or to weep in despair for its need for more.
As he moves his fingers in and out of me, I feel closer and closer to the edge of the mountain.
“Christian, please. I’m so close,” I pant out, my hands grabbing onto his hair as if it were my life line.
“Grind against my face, baby,” he says against my folds. “Take anything you want.”
I do what he says. I take what I want. I grind against his face and marvel at how good it feels to have his tongue on me and his fingers in me. It’s everything.
It doesn’t take much, Christian does a come hither motion with fingers and I’m exploding around his fingers.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh mygod,” I yell out, feeling my whole body convulse from the orgasm.
“That’s my girl, so damn perfect.” Christian makes his way up my body again after licking me clean. “Are you ready for your reward?” he asks before kissing me and giving me a taste of myself.
I nod my head, because that feels like the only body part that I’m able to move. “Yes, please. I need you to fill me up.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says, shifting a bit to give him the perfect angle to slide into home base.
The second that is fully in me, I forget about the orgasm that I just had and feel as if I can fly again. Christian was telling the truth when he said he was big, and fills me perfectly.
If this man wasn’t a hockey player, and wasn’t a pain in my ass he would be my perfect man.
“Fuck, you feel fucking perfect,” he grunts out as he starts to move in and out of me.
I want to tell him that he feels perfect too but I don’t want to inflate his ego, so I keep the words to myself. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and bring his body even closer to me than it already is.
