Page 97 of Catch Me
My back bows off of the bed. It feels like this orgasm will never end. It’s because Andreas still hasn’t moved his mouth away from my body. He’s working to send me into multiple orgasms from just his mouth.
It works.
My second orgasm picks up where number one started to leave off.
Then number three sends me spiraling again.
I finally have to fight to push Andreas away from between my legs.
“I-I can’t take a-another, Andreas!” I pant out.
This crazy son of a bitch has the audacity to chuckle at the same time he moves to cover my body with his.
“That’s how I wanted to hear you say my name.” He smirks like he’s auditioning for the villain in his next role.
Then he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
Now it’s my turn to wrestle with his clothing to get him as naked as I am. Andreas, not one to be outdone, moves my hands out of the way to pull my shirt over my head as well as undo my lace bra.
His mouth covers my left breast. A groan from deep down in my core pushes through my lips when he begins suckling on my nipples.
Another orgasm passes over me suddenly.
“Shit,” he curses, while staring down at me. “If I knew how sensitive your nipples were, I would’ve started there, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” His question is almost angry.
As if I denied him some sort of pleasure by not telling him.
“I didn’t know,” I reply. “I’ve never come from nipple play.” Not that the two lovers I’ve had before were particularly attentive to my nipples.
Andreas grunts out a curse, then covers my other nipple with his mouth. Sure enough, within minutes I’m coming again.
This is the orgasm that does me in, completely.
Andreas leans in and presses a kiss to my temple before moving to lay beside me. He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me into him, but then does nothing.
“You … You didn’t …” I trail off.
“I got what I wanted.” He gives me a peck on the lips before cuddling even closer.
“Are you sure?” I’m worn out but I don’t like the idea of him not being satisfied.
“Certain,” he reiterates, sounding serene.
I turn my body so that we’re now face-to-face. He watches through heavy lids as I trail a finger along his lips. I giggle when he bites the end of my finger.
“You’re going to be tired tomorrow,” I tell him while we continue to stare at one another.
“I’ll be fine. I have enough energy to last me at least a month.”
I roll my eyes.
“Speaking of next month, I want you to come with me back home.”
My eyes widen. “Home?”
He nods. “Williamsport. It’s my mom’s birthday celebration. My dad always hosts a big party for her.”
“Are you sure about that? What about filming?”
