Page 4 of Courting Envy
Rather than remove them entirely, he stopped them at my knees, pushing them apart only as far as the fabric would go. Lucien ducked under the fabric, trapping himself between my thighs. He was like a fervent parishioner, working at my sex.
I leaned back, anticipation making it hard for me to breathe.
Lucien licked his way up one thigh, his fingers stroking the other, slowly, so slowly, towards me. I slid a hand into his hair, relishing the softness of it, the slight wave, gripping it when his breath hit my wet lips.
It felt like I was balancing on a knife edge, anticipation and want colliding, jostling for my attention as he paused there, only the heat of his breath touching me. And then he licked my slit, softly at first, barely there, a kiss that I was only aware of because I was in such a heightened state of arousal. I shuddered but stayed frozen to the spot, waiting, waiting, waiting.
He pressed his tongue again, full force this time, opening me up, traversing all the way to my clit, which he circled three times. I couldn’t control my body, the way it pressed against him yearning for more, the short, sharp pants coming from me.
Spurred on my response, he lapped at me, driving his tongue inside, licking me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever come across.
I wanted to move, to feel his hardness, to see if he was just as turned on by this as I was, but the way he devoured my pussy was signal enough.
He slipped one finger inside me, the firmness of it a delicious contrast to the softer dampness of his tongue, which he moved to focus on my clit, the relentless pressure there enough to send me directly to heaven. Soon another finger entered me, and I moaned so hard.
“That’s it, my queen,” he murmured against me, his lips vibrating my clit. “Come for me, give me your nectar. You’re so fucking gorgeous right now.”
I wanted to. I wanted nothing more than to give this man everything he wanted. I forced my gaze to him, saw how his eyes were locked on me as his tongue worked again, as he drove his fingers deep inside me. They seemed to glow preternaturally green, his lust obvious as he speared me again and again. I couldn’t have resisted if I’d wanted to and my orgasm came hard and fast. My whole body tensed, my pussy clenching around his fingers as bliss overwhelmed me, wracking through my body like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
“Oh my god,” I cried, twisting my legs, clenching his head between my thighs, gripping onto his hair for dear life. “Holy fuck.” I gasped, panting for air as the last shudders of my orgasm rode through me and Lucien licked me again, moaning in his own pleasure at my taste.
I didn’t think I’d ever been pleasured like that before. My legs felt weak and my whole body sated with the orgasm he’d just given me – and that was using only his mouth and a few fingers.
“You are amazing,” Lucien said, kissing my thigh gently. “So good, so fucking delicious.”
I glanced down at him then, saw him lick his lips, hungry for more. Hungry for me. A shiver of almost fear ran through me at that look, like even my body wasn’t sure how much more it could take. This man might ruin me for any other at this rate.
Lucien lifted my legs slightly, ducking back under my panties before he finally removed them and tossed them aside. “I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you right now,” he said as he stood. I could see how hard he was, see the long length of him pressing against the fabric of his pants. I slid forward on the couch, not caring about the mess we might have just made on the fabric, and this time he let me reach for his buckle, undo it, then slide it free from the loops of his pants.
I stroked his bulge through the fabric, running my cheek over it before I moved up, my tongue licking his belly while my fingers deftly undid the button, the zip, and shimmied the fabric over his hips.
His boxer briefs were satin and smooth, but they needed to be gone. I pulled them down, freeing his cock, my mouth falling open in awe. He was fucking glorious and I wanted that inside me right then. But first, I wanted to taste him too, to give him a fraction of the pleasure that he’d given me.
I took his base in one hand, my fingers barely reaching around it, then I licked him all the way from shaft to tip. Lucien’s hand went to my hair immediately, gripping with the same strength that I had, the tug against my scalp feeling so damn good. He didn’t even step out of his pants; his gaze was fixed on me and it was like I was the only thing to exist in this world.
I smiled up at him, hoping it looked as seductive as it did in my head, knowing that it didn’t really matter. When I spread my lips and took his tip into my mouth, he closed his eyes, his mouth falling open on a moan. His fingers stroked my head as I took more of him into my mouth, my lips stretching past what was really comfortable to take as much as I could.
He wasn’t forcing me down like most men, not using my mouth as a fuck place, and it made me want to give him more. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, my mouth adjusting to his size, taking more and more of him with each movement until his cock hit the back of my throat.
Lucien gripped me then, reached down to gently guide me off him, the salty taste of pre-cum dotting my tongue.
“Much more of that and I won’t be any good to you,” he said. “And I’m not done with you by halves.”
He drew me up, kissing me deep and long, not breaking it to lift me again so that my legs wrapped around his waist, the hard press of his cock between my legs. I wanted him inside me so badly and he seemed to sense that need, echo it back to me.
Somehow, he managed to step free of his pants as if they were nothing and stride towards what I could only assume was the bedroom. The light changed, soft shadows against the floor, the bed. Nothing mattered but the press of his body against mine, the scorch of his lips, the hard press of his cock.
“I need you,” I panted. “Now. Fuck me. Please?” I choked the words out between kisses and Lucien replied by walking me to the bed and pressing me against it, the length of his body on mine delicious and intense. I had never needed anyone like this before, never needed anyone to be inside me so badly.
“Quick. Hard. Do it,” I begged him.
But he wasn’t listening, his lips still raking over my body, fingers tweaking my nipples, stroking my belly, the hardness of his cock against my clit now.
“Please?” I was mad with lust, my legs wrapped around him again, heels digging into his ass to push him closer.
“Protection.” He gasped the word.
“Birth control,” I replied, digging my heels in harder.
