Page 78 of Tied to You
Mollie’s eyes close and she turns her head to one side, her fingers gripping the duvet. Given the angle of her hips, she must feel me pretty deep.
I push deeper, holding my fingers still when I can’t physically go any further. Her walls throb around me. “Baby, are you about to come on my hand?”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse, her breath lost. “But I want to come with you inside me.”
I withdraw my fingers then steadily push them back in her, pulling another moan from her throat. The wet sound as she sucks me back in has my cock twitching. How I could so easily fuck her senseless. But we’ve done that. Now it’s about taking my time.
Loving her.
“And you will, after you come on my hand, then my face. Then, andonlythen, will you come on my cock.”
Teeth in lip.
Dick instantly hard.
“So do it. Take what you need from me, baby.”
Her soft whimpers when I curl my fingers are telling. She’s so near to the edge, one little nudge and she’ll be free falling.
Turning her head, she twines her fingers in my hair, using me as an anchor as she pulls herself up, then slides back down on my fingers.
“Again.”
She does as I say, repeating the motion, slow and steady. Her other hand grips my arms, her nails scratching at my skin, bringing my body out in goosebumps.
I’ve had women claw at me. Had them bite and scratch and try to claim me as they come. But none of them come close to the way Mollie yanks my head to hers, claiming my mouth and biting down on my lip, dragging my skin through her teeth.
I plunge and withdraw, and she rocks her hips, increasing the pace so that she’s fucking my hand with purpose, still tugging on my hair.
With a vicious snap, her back lifts off the bed, arching in the middle. Her voice is shuddering as she shakes and trembles, moaning my name, over and over, her orgasm clattering through her like a bulldozer.
I quickly push to standing, her legs going limp and falling open, giving me a clear view. I hum with a low growl, taking her knees and pushing them wider, flattening them to the bed. Her pussy’s still pulsing. Her eyes are still closed.
Trailing my hands to the juncture of her thighs, I sink to my knees, burying my face in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” Mollie mutters, both hands scrunching in her hair as I slowly lick up the entire length of her. She smells like a slice of heaven. I squeeze her skin, lapping her up, repeating my licks over and over, each one riddling her in uncontrollable tremors.
She’s sensitive, and every second I spend pressing my tongue to her clit, the more I want. But I go steady, taking my time, rolling over the sensitive bud before pushing my tongue inside her and starting all over again.
“Travis.” Mollie’s voice shakes, her fingers tangling in my hair now.
“I’m here, baby.” I circle her clit with my nose, pressing my tongue flat to her.
“In the chaos?” she cries.
I push two fingers inside. “In the chaos,” I tell her, before giving her clit a soft kiss and sucking it between my lips.
“Fuck!” Her body starts rocking on the bed, her pussy clamping down.
I quicken my pace, working everywhere all at once. Push. Pull. Lick. Suck.
Then she’s screaming, her hands in my hair pulling me onto her. I let her ride my face, guiding her body until she turns slack, and her body begins to settle. When I look up, her languid gaze drops to mine.
I drop a kiss on her inner thigh never breaking the contact. And she watches me. Watches me work my way over her hip, dotting kisses over her belly, her chest, stopping only to explore each breast before landing on her neck. I raise my legs to the bed, lifting each one of her arms over my shoulders as I settle between her thighs.
Mollie’s eyes roll shut when my cock finds where it wants to be, no effort needed.
I roll my hips slowly, gently taking my time until she’s full to the hilt. “You okay?”
