Page 33 of Becoming His Muse
She arched and gasped softly as the warmth of his mouth engulfed her clit, and Elion reached up, allowing the tips of his fingers to dance softly over her abdomen, down her stomach. His touch was light, and he didn’t miss how her body reacted to it. How her stomach dipped and quivered slightly under the ghosting of his fingers.
It had been too long since he had done this, indulged in this enticing act, but it was like riding a bike, and he’d always prided himself on being able to make a woman come undone from the expertise of his tongue. Elion wasn’t about to let that change. He was going to shatter her, have her fall to pieces.
He increased the pressure on her clit and sucked it faster. His eyes moved up her stomach and over her breast before they settled on hers. They fluttered, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as her chest rose and fell heavily. That wouldn’t do. He wanted her to be vocal, needed those sounds.
He bit her clit, and Olani allowed her bottom lip freedom as she gasped out a moan.
“Fuck, Elion.”
That was what he wanted. It filtered like a forbidden prayer into the room. And he laved his tongue over her clit, intent on licking away any sting he may have caused.
“Please don’t stop,” she requested, her hand coming down to grip his hair, and he had no problem giving her what he knew she wanted and was searching for.
Elion tongued her clit, the tip flicking it continuously, and it wasn’t long before she was moving with him, against him. Olani gyrated, circled her hips against his tongue, and he added more pressure.
A gasp flowed from her as her legs shook, and he knew she was close, right there on the brink of release. He contemplated stopping momentarily, forcing it to ebb away before bringing it back and doing it all over again, but he wouldn’t because his desire to have her release for him outweighed his wanting to keep her on the brink. He could do that another time.
“Elion!” she exclaimed a moment later, and she was cumming. Arching up, her hand in his hair tightened as her movements became incoherent jerks.
He gave her a couple more flicks of his tongue before he pulled away, wanting to get the full picture of her. The rise and fall of her chest, the light spasming of her stomach, the shaking of her legs, Elion committed all of it to memory.
His touch on her thighs caused her to open her eyes, which had fluttered shut with her orgasm.
“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” he questioned, running his hands up her thighs softly.
“I’m great,” she responded breathily.
“Good,” Elion replied and knew that mischief plagued his eyes.
He leaned back into her center, this time dipping lower and slipping his tongue into her pussy, tasting the release she’d givenhim. Olani’s moans filtered through his ears and settled against his skin as they danced and wrapped around him. He still wanted to hear more of them, wanted to exhaust her of them and have her fully sated. His tongue surged deeper.
Olani moaned as Elion’s tongue entered her, pushing deep. She’d barely come down from her first orgasm, and he was already delivering more pleasure, giving her more of the wicked appendage that was his tongue.
She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting from him when she’d asked him to do what he was thinking, or when he grabbed her by the neck. Part of her thought that he’d be in a rush, throw her on the bed and take her as if she were someone he’d paid for from his reaction.
That wasn’t what she’d gotten. Though, with the drought she was in, she wouldn’t have objected to that. He was taking his time, or as much of it as she was sure he could muster. Olani had not missed the look in his eyes. She knew he could not restrain himself all night, and she wouldn’t allow him to.
She wanted him to let go and show her exactly what he was capable of. To show her how his hands could spark her desire, caress and manipulate her flesh. She knew he was skilled with those hands, even if she hadn’t seen his work yet, and Olani wanted to see just how well he used them.
His lips, which never failed to send butterflies flitting in the pit of her stomach or leaving her gasping for air when he kissed her. She wanted to witness their other capabilities. More of their abilities because he already had her coming apart with them.
Elion moved his tongue inside of her. Slow flicks up and down several times before pulling it out and pushing back in. She moaned; the feeling was euphoric. She’d damn near forgotten what it felt like, but she had no issues with him being the one to remind her.
She rocked against him, with him as he fucked her with his tongue. Her hips seemed to gyrate on their own as she chased her next orgasm. Determined to take it from his tongue in the same sense that he seemed determined to give it to her.
She wasn’t sure how long the dance of her hips and his tongue continued before Olani felt her next orgasm building. All she knew was that the pleasure she’d received to get her there was incredible, and she was ready to release for him, to show him exactly how he was making her feel.
“Elion, please,” she whimpered as her legs shook. The plea had the desired effect as he flicked his tongue inside her faster and gripped her hips tighter.
It was only mere seconds before she was cumming, his name tumbling from her lips again as she did so. Olani’s legs shook in his grasp. The walls of her pussy spasmed around his tongue as she arched off the bed.
She came back down with a gasp as his lips covered her entrance, and he sucked every drop she’d released for him out. When Elion removed his lips from her pussy, she sat up on her elbows to look at him, to watch him lick his lips that were covered in her juices before running his hand over his goatee.
He kissed back up her body, his lips coming to rest against hers as he slid his tongue into her mouth, and she kissed him back. She followed his lead, mirroring his movements, and she moaned into his lips. The taste of her on his tongue was new to Olani, but she didn’t dislike it.
“Lay down for me,” she spoke against his lips.
He kissed her for a few more seconds before doing as she requested. Well, almost. He sat against the headboard, and she was sure it was because he knew what she had in mind and wanted to ensure he could watch.
