Page 101 of Show Me How
My hands move on their own. I slap at the mattress and tug the blankets viciously. He spits on me, and every muscle in my body starts to quiver. I can only see the mess of black hair fromwhere he’s buried his face between my legs, and my legs block the rest of the view. He doesn’t let them go, though.
The first breach of his finger comes as he sucks on my clit, finding it without hesitation. I know he’s trying to make it easier to fill me, and it’s working. The pleasure is so strong it’s nearly too much.
“Taste even better than you look,” he grunts, swirling his tongue around my clit. “This is princess pussy, Millie. It’s too fucking rich for me, but I’m going to ruin it anyway.”
I moan low and long, nodding despite knowing he can’t see. It’s better this way. I can’t see his expression as I clench around his finger, needing more. Just . . .more.
Shade teases me with his teeth, the new sensation forcing my body to jerk against the bed, my legs straining where they’re pressed to my front. He growls against my core and wiggles a second finger in along the first. The stretch is what I was looking for.
“Want you to come like this before I fuck you with my tongue.” The demand scrapes up his throat, sounding painful. “Get my fingers wet before I let you gush all over my face.”
His dirty words ripple through me, pressing down on sensitive places that I didn’t know existed before right now. I’m moving my hips now, rolling and jerking as I try and force his fingers deeper, wider, and his tongue faster. He doesn’t make me beg. Reading me as if he’s inside my head, he gives me what I need without hesitation.
“Shade,” I warn, teeth tearing into my lip.
He moves his hand faster and taps the top of my walls. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Pleasure snaps at me with a ferocity that doesn’t leave me any time to prepare. It’s savage, all teeth and brutal strength as it attacks me, ripping me open with an orgasm and leaving me scattered on the bed in pieces.
Shade moans against me, continuing to keep my clit trapped between his lips before finally releasing me. He lets go of my legs, and they fall instantly. Running his tongue over my swollen skin, he gently spreads my thighs and brings his second hand between them.
His dark eyes watch me over my stomach, the shine of my arousal on his nose and cheeks so obvious even with his tongue running over my slit. He pulls his fingers from where they’ve become wedged inside of me and sucks them off before lowering his mouth. I hold my breath, watching his every move.
“Do that again,” he pleads, his body shifting.
My core tightens viciously when his jeans slide down his thighs and settle at his knees. His boxers stay on, but he pulls his shaft out from inside of them. I gasp when I see the four black barbells along the underside where the empty holes used to be.
I tremble into the mattress, my thighs lifting slightly as I feel myself growing wetter. “What . . .”
Shade shuts his eyes for a moment, his hand gripping around his length, covering the piercings before gliding up once. Without answering me, he releases himself and swipes his fingers through my pussy, covering them in my arousal. Then . . . then he’s spreading it along his shaft, making it glisten.
When he opens his eyes, they snap to mine, dark and greedy. Desire leaks from his expression, and I know I look the same. By the time I let my breath go, it’s nothing more than a low noise of need.
“Give me one more, Millie. Then, I’ll let you run that pretty tongue of yours all over these piercings. Make you taste them so you don’t fucking forget this cock,” he grits out, stroking himself again, this time not stopping.
I don’t bother telling him there’s no way I could, even without the piercings. He already knows.
Lowering himself to his front, he blows on my pussy and uses his free hand to spread me. The first swipe of his tongue over my entrance is intense. I’m already so sensitive after one, but it’s not possible to turn down the promise of another.
Slowly, he digs his tongue inside of me and spears it deep. I keep my eyes fixed down my body, to where he has his shut, his mouth busy and arm jerking with his firm strokes. In this position, I can’t watch as he pleasures himself, but the noises he makes . . . I’m going to come too fast. Too soon.
His nose bumps my clit when he sucks at me and groans, lapping at my entrance with a vengeance. Like he’s desperate this will be the only time I let him do this.
My stomach burns at the reminder that he’s right.
“Millie,” he spits against me, eyes flashing up. “Need it. Need you to give it to me before I blow on my fucking sheets.”
A sharp lash of desperation and fear of losing my chance has me moving. I bury my fingers in his hair and give it a brutal tug. Shade curses and has no choice but to abandon my pussy and crawl up my body. He keeps himself hovered above me, his fist still gripping his cock. Adrenaline forces my demand up my throat, the threat of only getting one chance at this with him controlling me.
“Let me feel the piercings. Rub them over me,” I ramble.
His jaw looks rigid enough it could snap as he pries it open. “Jesus, Millie.Fuck, I can’t.”
“Yes you can. I trust you.” I curl my thigh around the back of his thigh and pull him forward. “Please.”
“Don’t. Move,” he demands sharply, already moving between our bodies.
His hand falls from his shaft. Hips together, he slides the length of him through my slit, getting it wet before retreating and doing it again. I scrunch my face together and let my mouth fall open as I feel the piercings running along my pussy, eachone bringing with it a new sensation. My clit pulses, getting the perfect amount of pressure with his every glide.
“I’m—Shade . . .” I moan, tasting another orgasm on the tip of my tongue.
