Page 47 of Vicious Arrangement
“I thought you were a superhero,” I snap.
“A lot of superheroes were scientists…”
Asshole.
He moves fast, fingers parting me, and two of them push in, making me scream out with the sudden, pleasurable invasion.
Noah rubs his thumb along the side and up to my clit to play with it. “Definitely wet.”
But then he comes up over me, his fingers still working me as he kisses me.
This isn’t the kiss outside my apartment. This is a slow singing seduction, one where I fall apart, whimpering as I kiss him back. I love his taste, it’s danger and comfort, and a walk on the wild side, it’s dark spaces made for slow, methodical exploration and something akin to the softness within bones.
The kiss is something I could lose myself in forever, and maybe in losing myself, I’d find myself all over again. It’s like an out of body experience and I can’t get enough.
With the slow strokes of his fingers in me and the swirl of his thumb over my clit, he draws me into him, every time he lightens the kiss and pulls back, I follow. When he comes on harder, I let him sink into me, only to turn it on him and tease and dance with his tongue. Waves of pleasure start rolling over me until I break the kiss.
I throw my head back and gasp, crying out as he drives me over the edge into an orgasm.
When I come back, the little rolling waves washing over me, I somehow manage to sit up, and he’s removing his suit, down to his boxer briefs. His eyes glitter as he looks down at me, spread before him, thighs open. He kisses my pussy, sinks down, and then he moves up my body to suckle and bite my breasts, rollingone nipple in his fingers before he releases the other to go to the next.
Back and forth he goes.
My nipples are sudden powerhouses of sensitivity, wired into my clit, and I shudder on the brink of coming again with each little bite he bestows.
Finally, he kisses me again, this one darker, more primal and I kiss him back like a goddess out for blood. I bite his lip, move to his throat, and bite him there too. He marked me, after all, I suddenly need to mark him back.
And he growls.
It coils in me deep within me, heating my blood.
“You’re something of a superhero yourself, using your towel to cover all your fucking weapons, and here I am, falling at your feet, powerless not to do this.” And Noah pushes off me, sinking to the ground. When his tongue touches my pussy, I scream.
“But my power is I think I could live forever on your nectar. Is that a power? It should be. You taste like musk, you’re sweet and salty, I’d fucking devour a dessert like you. Kill every fucker who dared go in for a lick. Because fuck them. You’re mine, Aria. The sweetest, purest song.”
He’s babbling.
I don’t care.
My head spins, and I think my mind’s babbling too. Inside I’m squealing the words yes, and more and when he licks me again, I scream for real. It’s a slow, long slide of his tongue, pushing upinto me and out. Then down, he licks outside my pussy, along my inner lips. He licks around my clit, and I’m half mad for more.
Every single thing he does is instantly the center of my universe.
His tongue strokes against my left inner thigh. Fuck yes.
He slides it into me. Oh god.
And then Noah shatters my mind. He starts to fuck me with his tongue, deep inside, as deep as it can go, and he does things with it, widens it, licks, and it’s so soft and hard and… and then…
I scream again as he thrusts three fingers into me, and his lips close over my clit.
He beats his tongue against my clit and licks, then beats and licks. And his fingers fuck me in unison, a wild beat that builds and builds. I can see, literally see, the orgasm coming. It’s big, wild, bright, barreling toward me, and then it’s there, engulfing me in a firestorm that consumes every single part of me.
I have no idea if I stop breathing or not, and the pleasure is so intense that he doesn’t just bring it down one notch, that a slower storm moves in, undulating everywhere. When the orgasm settles I find myself gasping, moaning, crying. I’m crying. Tears wet my face.
Noah rises up, all arrogant, knowing what he did and also a touch of a man who’s hit by something new. He’s so damn hard to work out. The suit… that… his jokes… God.
He shucks his underwear, and his cock springs forth, and I can’t stop staring.
