Page 22 of Betrayed in the Dark
With every step he takes, my urgency grows, my core throbbing with anticipation for what’s to come.
It’s not our first time together.
Not by a long shot.
But every time we’re together, it feels like it is.
I suppose that’s what happens when we only see each other fewer than a handful of times in a year.
As we walk through the bedroom, he lays me down on my black satin sheets, his body hovering over mine. My hands slide down his back, my fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt and dragging it over his muscled body before flinging it to the floor. I stare in admiration at his perfectly sculpted torso, dragging a finger along every ridge across his abdomen.
“My turn,” he whispers, reaching for the bottom of my nightie. The fabric glides effortlessly up my stomach, over my breasts, and around my head before being tossed to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. His eyes rake over me, growing darker by the second as his head shakes in disbelief. “I’ve traveled all over the world, witnessing some of the most famous sights and breathtaking landscapes that this world offers, but you… You are my favorite view.” He leans down, pressing a kiss between my breasts. “So soft.” Kiss. “So beautiful.” Kiss. “So perfect.”
I revel in his every touch. Every kiss. Every caress.
I’ve waited months for this moment.
And now that I finally have him back in my arms, I can’t wait a second longer.
I rock my hips up, searching for friction.
“Someone’s impatient,” he teases, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks and nips, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core as his hand kneads my ass.
“It’s been so long without you,” I complain, my fingernails scraping down his shoulders. “Too long.”
“I know, love. I’m sorry.” His smile falls as he sits up and moves his hands to my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart. “I won’t make you wait any longer.” The palm of his hand glides over my core, rubbing softly against my clit. “Is this what you want? For me to take care of you?”
“Mmm, yes,” I moan, biting down on my bottom lip.
He lowers himself, positioning his head between my legs. “These need to go.” He tugs my underwear down my legs, revealing all of me to him. “Bloody hell,” he whispers in awe as he bites down on his fist. He glances up at me as he presses a kiss to my center, inhaling my scent. The act alone makes me wetter than I care to admit. His fingers grip my thighs. “Spread your legs for me, love. I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for months, and I want nothing in the way of what I’m about to do to you.”
I do as he says with no shame, a pure carnal need taking over me.
Gently, he leans forward, leisurely dragging his flattened tongue up my slit all the way to my clit.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my fingers curling into the sheet.
“You’re the most delectable thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says right before going in for more. But this time, he’s not gentle or slow. He’s ravenous. Like a starved man who just had a taste of his favorite meal. His tongue thrashes against me better than any vibrator ever could. I scream out as his lips wrap around my clit, sending me closer and closer to the impending orgasm.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he breathes against me. “Your taste. Your sounds. Every single part of you.”
My fingers twist into his hair, keeping him exactly where I need him to focus. “I’m almost… I’m so…close…”
One of his hands holds down my thigh as his other hand teams up with his tongue. Two fingers swirl above my soaked entrance, relentlessly teasing me.
“Please,” I plead. “I need more.”
He plunges both fingers inside me, coaxing a throaty moan out of me as my face turns into my pillow. My walls tighten around his fingers as he rubs the right spot, creating the perfect amount of friction as his tongue remains focused on my most sensitive part.
It’s the combination of his fingers and tongue, the way he gives me his full, undivided attention, not stopping until he leaves me completely satisfied, that is my ultimate undoing.
The orgasm crashes over me, my back arching as inaudible sounds leave my lips. The only time I experience this intense bout of pleasure is with him. Only with him.
He continues to lap up every last drop as I lie in a state of euphoria, my heart thrashing against my rib cage, my mind in a pleasurable haze as the orgasm slowly fades away into the horizon.
He gently pulls his fingers out from me and kisses his way up my body, rekindling the desire in me for more.
I need all of him.
