Page 101 of Every Bit As Perfect
He hadn’t let me do this to him, not any of the times I’d tried, and I was about ready to beg.
I lunged forward, opened my mouth, and took him inside.I moaned around him as he throbbed in my mouth, proving his arousal, soothing my anxiety.
He pushed to the back of my throat.
I held my breath and swallowed around him, my eyes rolling back in my head at the filthy eroticism of the act.
I rolled toward him, reaching for his hips to hold him in place.
He caught my wrists easily, pinned them over my head, and flexed his hips.
I spread my legs wider, wanting him everywhere.A low moan vibrated in my chest.
He pulled out leaving me feeling bereft until his mouth hit my breast.
Pinching and rolling my other nipple between his fingers, he sucked my nipple into a tight bud before pinching it, too.
My eyes popped open behind the blindfold at the shock when I felt both of his hands pressed against my inner thighs, pushing my legs wider while the sting in my nipples persisted.
Nipple clamps.
The deep bass of the music, echoing the rush of blood in my head, thrummed in my ears.A feathery caress teased the insides of my thighs.Goosebumps spread like wildfire, and my head fell back as the whispery touch approached the apex of my thighs.
I panted in anticipation, knowing the touch would not nearly be enough but was better than the nothing he currently tortured me with.
But he skipped right over my mons and swept up my torso before circling the round fullness of my aching breasts, and continuing on to my collarbone, my throat, the line of my jaw.
My mouth.
Then moved back down, trailing the same sensual path to my breast.
Abruptly, he released one nipple from the clamp and covered it with his mouth, sucking the pain away before doing the same to the other.
Hot.Swollen.Needy.
A prickling sensation joined his mouth and rolled over my ribs to the dip of my waist, over my round hip, and across my lower abdomen.
I lay still, every nerve-ending alert and awash with sensation, not knowing where the next hit of pleasure would come from.
The prickly wheel rolled up from my mons toward my breasts.I waited, my lips parted with the anticipation of it rolling over my breasts only to feel the hot lash of his tongue opening my slit, his mouth covering my needy clit.
A rush of breath and sound broke from my throat.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, eagerly flexing my hips, rocking mindlessly against his tongue.
Does he still want to lick me?
I released his hair, my hips jerking to a sudden stop.
The mattress dipped between my thighs.His palms pressed them open roughly.The rasp of his hairy legs forced them open wider before he thrust inside me once, twice, three times, proving his arousal before yanking himself away from me and returning to my center to spear me with his tongue.
My hips flew off the bed.
I fisted the sheets in my hands.
He wanted it.
And I wanted him.
