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Ornotsleep.
He pressed his flat tongue to my clit and gave it one long,suckingkiss. My hips bucked but he threw my legs over his shoulders and held me tight before he licked at me, his tongue spending time at my opening before venturing back up to languidly flick over my clit.
So gently.
“Harder,” I breathed.
He did as requested, holding me tighter to his face, the pressure building slightly. His tongue worked me at a steady pace, a tease, a pleasurable torture.
“Faster.”
He picked up speed, but still not hard enough. “Harder. Harder. Hard—oh.”
More pressure. Pressure at my vagina, he pushed a finger in and I was squirming. “Please. Oh, god, please, Nix—”
He pushed my stomach so I was lying back down. I hadn’t even realised I sat up.
“All night,” he reminded me, inserting another finger. His mouth was glistening. “I’m enjoying myself, so you take all the time you need, Livid.”
Four words. Just four words.
His tongue came for me with more power than before. I was thrusting in his face as heat built in my navel, rising and rising.
“Softer,” I gasped, eyes rolling back as the pleasure took over.
He followed every instruction eagerly.
“Fuck!” I cried as I came, the heat rippling across my body with each of my panting breaths. There were tears in my eyes as I begged, “Oh my god,Nix. Please fuck me.Please.”
He moaned against my pussy, his tongue and fingers still working, coaxing me through the orgasm that had me breathing like the panic attack earlier.
“That was— god, that was—” I started, sitting up and reaching for him.
“It was…?”
“Incredible. Not having to think… shit, Nix. Please. I need you.”
He was smirking as he finished undoing his belt and undressed slowly. “I wish I had the will to hold off a little longer, but I can’t. I’ve been dying to sink inside of you for months.”
I watched his movements, my palms clammy at his admission. “Faster.”
His laugh was deep. “Just for you.”
Within seconds, he was naked before me, and I was overwhelmed with a sense of regret. I could have had him in thesauna, in the changing rooms of the studio, in the shower. So many wasted opportunities.
We both knew we were heading here.
“I want to make you come again,” he said, leaning over me with darkness in his eyes.
I licked my lips. “And I need you inside me.”
“Need, Livid?” he asked before grasping a breast and sucking on my nipple. “If we’re doing this, it’s not temporary. Those little gasps you make sound addictive.”
He wasn’t real. A work of fiction.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I said and his eyes flickered to mine. “I like you talking.”
“Mm,” he said around my other nipple.
