Page 87 of Even Angels fall
I slip my fingers between my legs and so very slowly I dip my pointer and middle finger inside of my pussy and then spread the wetness over my clit as I circle it in small movements. Elhyor’s eyes are glued to the motion of my fingers as his tongue peeks out of his mouth and wets his lips. He looks ravenous, and it doesn’t take much for him to snap and move my hand away to replace it with his own.
But what I didn’t expect is the fact that after replacing my fingers with his, he picks up the hand that was between my thighs and brings it to his mouth.
All I can hear is the moan he makes and my blood pumping so loud that it drowns everything else.
It probably doesn’t help that Elhyor didn’t pick up with the same rhythm I used to tease him. No, instead his fingers are using a much faster tempo that makes me see stars and before I know it, I’m a writhing mess and I moan so loud that I’m pretty sure everyone in the cathedral can hear me, but I don’t care. I thought I knew what my body liked and how to get me to orgasm, but it was nothing compared to how I feel right now. It feels like all my skin is raw and lit up from inside. It feels like my skin is too small to contain my pleasure and it keeps growing and growing until I can’t think anymore and I cry Elhyor’s name as I come.
He looks at me from where he stands, smug and proud, and I can’t even fault him because he did a pretty damn good job.
I’m moving again to reach for his pants, but he grabs both my hands and brings them on either side of my face before kissingme. He’s punishing. He’s wild, and he claims my mouth like it’s the best prize he’s ever tasted in his life.
But then he raises his head again, my hands still in his.
“If you keep moving without asking for permission, I’m gonna have to tie you up, Little Devil,” he tells me with a devilish smile.
“Try if you can,” I goad him, not really knowing yet if my mind is on board, but from the reaction of my body… I’m willing to try.
“Don’t play with fire, Little Devil, you’re lucky I have other plans for you tonight,” he says against my skin as he trails open mouth kisses on the side of my neck, “I have a lot of plans,” my collarbone, “plans I have painfully replayed in my mind for over a week,” the left side of my breasts, “plans that have been torturing me with images of you on my bed,” the right side of my breasts, “plans I couldn’t get out of my mind,” my right nipple, staying longer toying with it and twirling his tongue around, “plans I had to doze off with cold showers because it felt wrong to jerk off to you when all I wanted was your pretty cunt wrapped around my cock,” my left nipple, he bites it and then smoothes it again with his tongue, and I don’t know if it’s all those torturous kisses or his dirty words in between, but I’m so drenched and sensitive that I think I could come again just like that.
But Elhyor isn’t done.
His kisses trail again along my stomach, circling my belly button and then going down some more until he takes a deep breath and kisses my lower lips as if they were my mouth. It’s insanely erotic and filthy and I love it.
”Plans I have on the tip of my tongue now,” he says before flicking said tongue against my clit.
“Elhyor,” I moan his name once again.
“That’s right,” he says before thrusting his tongue inside of my pussy. “I want my name on your lip as I fuck that sweet cunt of yours, first with my mouth and then with my cock.” He twirls histongue faster around my clit and I feel my pleasure rise inside of me again.
“I want all of Notre Dame to hear you moan my name. I want them to know who you belong to.”
Then he stops talking completely and releases one of my hands to thrust two fingers—blessedly back to being human fingers—into my pussy as he swallows my clit between his lips and flips his tongue with a speed I didn’t know was possible.
And oh god, does it work for me.
Because I can feel my orgasm coming and coming and once he finally finds my G-spot with his fingers, all I can do is blissfully let go and black out.
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It takes me almost a minute to get back to normal, my breathing still erratic from the orgasm I just experienced.
I never want to go back to just my fingers. This is what I want for the rest of my life.
Elhyor is still between my legs, kissing softly my over-sensitive skin as his mouth travels back the way it came and finishes its courses on my lips. If I thought kissing was filthy, this is worse, or well better, filthier, because I can taste myself on his lips and it makes me want him even more.
Surely after two orgasms, he’s going to let me take care of him too, right?
This time, when I reach for his pants while we kiss, he doesn’t stop me. He guides my hands and helps me with the pants and then with just one hand he removes his shirt and discards the pants before starting to kiss me all over. I don’t know when he removed his shoes and I’m not sure I care. All I know is that Ifinally managed to get him out of his damn pants and now I want a taste of him, too.
I let my hands wander against his skin now that almost nothing is in the way, sliding them around his back, my nails softly scratching against his skin until I reach the small of his back, and now all I want to do is to remove those damn boxer briefs that are in my way. I also want him to press against me and stop keeping his distance, so I dig my nails in his ass and bring him into contact with my pussy.
It feels so hot and so hard against me, and in just a few seconds, I’m ready to go for another orgasm and I’ve drenched his boxers in my juices.
”You need to stop, Little Devil, or I’m not going to last,” he groans against my lips, “I told you I dealt with your moans with cold water. I haven’t jerked off in more than a week, and if you keep rubbing yourself like that on my cock, I’m gonna explode in my boxers.”
“Then, get rid of them, because it feels so good.”
