Page 6 of Chasing Ink
“Tell me.”
“I want you to touch me and I want to touch you.”I feel the heat blanketing my face as I say the words.
Alistair is unfazed and wraps the hand not still resting on my pussy around his thick length.“You can touch me, but I want to watch you come on your own fingers before I touch you.”
I don’t argue.Slowly I pump his length in my hand, inserting a finger into myself.His gaze darkens and I’m not sure what he likes more, but I push on, inserting a second finger.I match the tempos, fucking myself and stroking him at the same time.
This is so dirty, so not what I had in mind, but so damn sexy I don’t know if I want to stop.
“Harder, baby doll.I won’t break.”I tighten my grip and his head falls back, the cords in his neck distended.“That’s perfect, just like that.”
I can feel my orgasm building but I want his hands on me.I know what he said but I’m dying to feel his touch.I have always been hungry for it.
“Please,” I beg.I don’t need to say anything else, he already knows what I want.
His hand lifts to my breast, his thumb circling around my peaked nipple.“I’ll make you a deal.After you come on your fingers, I’ll clean it up with my tongue.”
“Oh, my,” I whisper.Removing my fingers from my entrance I up the tempo on both him and myself.I rub harshly at my clit and within seconds I am moaning like a porn star, my orgasm stealing the final bit of my sanity.
“Fuck,” he mutters, thrusting into my hand.“Never seen anything so damn sexy.”
I’m still lost in my orgasm when I find myself placed on the coffee table, the wooden surface cold against my back.Alistair pushes my hand away and situates himself between my thighs.
“Stop me now, Skye.Because once I taste you...”
I lift my hips into the air, begging for what only he can give me.And then he does.His lips are against my flesh, his tongue slipping between my folds.I curse and writhe, not knowing what to do with the feelings he is wringing out of me.His tongue flicks at my clit and I want die, cry, and beg for more, my over sensitized flesh hardening further for him.
“Oh, God!”I moan loudly, not caring who hears.“Alistair!”
“Yes, baby doll,” he says with a smirk, inserting a thick finger inside me.“Scream my name.”I’m actively fucking his finger as he inserts another, using a scissor motion inside me, stretching me.“You’re so fucking tight.”
“Oh, my,” I mumble, feeling the stretch and the burn, my orgasm once more cresting.“I’m going to come.”
His mouth finds me once more, his tongue lashing at my clit until I’m screaming, my orgasm washing over me and my channel gripping his fingers tightly.For long moments he remains between my legs before he moves.My eyes are closed, my body limp from the pleasure it just received.
“Look at me,” he demands hoarsely.I open my eyes to find him beside me, his cock in hand.“I’m going to come on your tits.Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I realize my bikini is still somehow miraculously in place and push the fabric aside.Taking the globes in hand, I force myself to sit up.I push them together and lift them higher like some sort of obscene offering.
“Please.”
His hand works his length in a blur of speed, grunts escaping from him.His hips start to move in shallow thrusts and I know he is getting close.I look up at him, at the pleasure transforming his features.
“Please, Alistair.”
