Page 110 of Seven Year Itch
“I’m not going to lick your beautiful pussy until you tell me you’re beautiful.”
I wonder why I’m fighting to answer this so much. Yes. It’s just a word. A short word that I believe.
I do think I’m beautiful.
But a realization dawns on me... one I’ve never had before.
“I don’t have to tell you I’m beautiful,” I croak, my voice thick with arousal.
Calder stops in front of me and stares intently back at me.
I bite my lip and narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t care what you think.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, but he remains silent as I press my hand to his chest and walk him back toward the bed. He flops down, bouncing on the soft mattress as he looks up at me.
“Whether I’m beautiful or not is irrelevant.” I reach back and unclasp my bra, the cool air causing my nipples to pucker in front of his face as I drop the fabric to the ground. He glances at my nipples, but his eyes snap back up to me, a desperate look on his face that causes my insides to clench.
“My body and my beauty will change over time.” I grip the band of my panties and push them down to my ankles, stepping out of them with my strappy heels still on. I prop one foot on Calder’s leg, my eyes glancing to the strap. He immediately moves his hand to the buckle, undoing it with deft precision before tossing it to the floor.
“But my worth will never change.” I lift my other heel up, and Calder quickly undoes that strap as well, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my foot before I lower it to the ground.
I stand ten toes down and completely naked, reaching my handout and slicing my fingers through Calder’s hair, feeling more powerful than I have in my entire life. “The time for me to let a man have any control over what I feel in the bedroom or out is over.”
His eyes are dark pools of desire as he stares up at me, a hint of a smile teasing his lips. “Then, what do you want from me, baby?”
I quirk one brow up and bend so I’m eye level with him. “I want you to lie back so I can ride your face and give you the death you so long for.”
Fire sparks in his eyes as I push him back, and he pulls me with him onto the bed. I slowly crawl over his fully clothed body letting my breasts rub against him. He latches onto my right breast circling his tongue over the tight bud, sending sparks straight to my needy center.
“Fuck, I love when you do that,” I whisper-moan as he sucks hard letting my nipple go with a slight nip of his teeth. His rough hands slide down to my ass encouraging me to keep moving upward.
“I love the sounds you make when I do it.” He growls and it sounds primal and animalistic as I move to straddle his face. I hover over him, pausing to glance down at him and make sure he still really wants me to do this.
I’ve never actually sat on a man’s face before. Randal was never into it. But the way Calder looks at me is intoxicating.
He lifts his head off the bed and swipes his tongue across my slit, causing me to gasp out and shudder at the contact.
“So wet for me.” His deep voice vibrates off my tender skin as his fingers dig into my ass, encouraging me to rock forward. He doesn’t hesitate, answering with another hard lick. “God, I love how you taste.”
A flush rushes through my face at his illicit words, and with a shaky breath I lower myself onto his mouth, circling my hips gently over him. With a huff of irritation, he yanks me down, forcing me to brace myself on the headboard until all of my weight is seated firmly on his face.
“Fuck.” I cry as white blinding pleasure erupts through me with that single movement. I throw my head back and moan as the friction of his facial hair sends small tendrils of electricity all over my skin. His head squirms beneath me as his tongue laves my clit, making me shudder with each swipe, causing me to grind my pussy onto his face.
My breasts sway as I thrust against him over and over, losing total control as I fuck his mouth. I hear a muffled grunt and gasp when I realize I could be hurting him and pull back quickly to give him a breath.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Calder snarls, his eyes flashing up at me with dark pools of passion. He pulls me back down onto him murmuring against my flesh, “Take what you need from me. Use me. Lose yourself and let go. Come all over my face, baby.”
His groan vibrates inside me as I press onto him, and he hardens his tongue to thrust deeper as his nose grinds onto my clit, making me scream and white-knuckle the headboard.
The sharp tightening feeling building in me has me swiveling my hips faster and faster, chasing the impending orgasm that’s coming so fast and yet not fast enough. He gasps for air quick and yanks me down again so fast my mind barely registers what he did. His grip is punishing as he nips at my clit before his tongue delves back into me. I can hear him lapping at my wet core, the sound echoing off the walls along with my moans.
I lose my breath completely when I feel a digit pressing against my puckered asshole. I grip a fistful of his hair, not sure if I want to push him away or actually kill him by pulling him unbelievably closer to me. The coiling tension building inside me is faster than I can wrap my mind around, has my hips thrusting forward harder onto his mouth and back into the finger that presses into my untouched hole as I gasp for air between each moan—till an eruption of ecstasy bursts through me like a tidal wave I can feel all the way down to my toes.
Slowly I come back to my senses and rise on shaky knees as I loosen my grip on his hair, not realizing how hard I had been pulling on it as my numb fingers tingle with awakening. I let out a small laugh looking to see if I pulled any strands out before I ruffle it and unceremoniously flop off him. I inhale a deep breath, my entire body weak and jellylike as small tremors still wrack my system.
I look over and see Calder staring at me, wet-faced, smug, and foolishly happy. He rolls over to face me, his eyes blazing with lust as he runs his hand over my belly, his gentle touch speaking louder than his words ever could.
I reach down and hold his hand to my stomach as emotion swells in my chest. This feeling coursing through me isn’t just orgasm aftershocks. It’s my final awakening. It’s the realization of what I’ve been missing my whole life. Missing the confidence to be with someone who trusts me as much as I trust him. Missing the ability to fight for what I know I deserve. This feeling is worth more than I ever imagined, and it’s worth never giving up on.
