Page 140 of Come Apart
She drags her lips up my thigh, kissing and nibbling, her mouth getting closer and closer to me. Almost... almost...
And then she brings her lips to my cock. It's such a soft and light pressure. The ache builds. She is torturing me. And expertly. It feels so fucking good. I can barely take it. She grips me hard and flicks her tongue against me. Jesus. She does it again and again. I squeeze her nipples harder.
She groans, vibrating all around me.
"Fuck, Alyssa," I moan.
She envelopes me with her mouth. It's such a sweet pressure. It's almost too much to take. I pinch her nipples, harder and harder, as she sucks harder and harder. That sweet ache builds and builds until I'm nearly at the edge.
I grab her hair and guide her mouth over me.
She moans louder.
With one hand firmly around my cock, she slides her mouth over me. Again and again and again. The tingling in my groin increases. Almost.
She settles on my head, sucking hard, her tongue flat against me.
Her eyes find mine. They're on fire. She sucks again, harder, deeper, and it pushes me over the edge.
"Fuck," I groan. "I'm going to come."
She makes her grip on me firmer, sucking harder and harder and harder. The fullness grows.
I can't take it anymore.
An orgasm rocks through me. I shudder, squeezing her, groaning her name.
She doesn't move off of me until I'm empty. She swallows hard and looks back at me.
I catch my breath as she moves to lie down next to me, wrapping her arms around me.
I lean into her, pulling her close.
My mouth hovers over her ear.
"Remind me to torture you more often."
"Deal."
