voraciously with his tongue while he squeezed both with his huge hands, massaging and then covering them with his fingers. The more he did, the more she could feel intense need pooling in her, could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
As if in response to her own body’s desires, she felt one of Red’s hands come beneath the waist of her pants, ignoring zippers or buttons or underwear and stroking directly over her clit. The incredible feel of it shot through her body, ripping a moan from her lips as she struggled beneath him, his body rock solid and unyielding, the proximity of his hand beneath her pants erotic.
For some reason, it all felt so much more wild, more reckless, more lustful that he was doing this to her with all her clothes on still. As if there wasn’t even time to take anything off; her pleasure was so urgent.
And as he went directly into a fervid pace, his finger rubbing her center, he continued to lick and lave over her breasts, the heat and wetness of his tongue a stark contrast to the cool air as it lapped at her skin every second he wasn’t touching her.
And despite her best efforts at holding back the high tide of pleasure moving through her like lightning, it was as if he knew exactly how and where to touch to surpass all her barriers. Like an unstoppable tidal wave, a force of nature in itself.
He sucked on her nipple, hard, his finger stroking over her clit at the same time, and Faye felt the rising wave crash over her, her entire body falling, falling endlessly into a chasm of wondrous release. As she gripped Red’s thighs tightly, he just watched her possessively, grinning slightly with gratification.
She didn’t know how long the free-fall lasted, just that it was intense and pleasurable and left her wanting more. More and more from her man. Her dragon.
And Red didn’t let up. Before she had fully even finished, he had her pants and underwear off, her legs over his shoulders as he kneeled at the edge of the bed for her. Without hesitation, his tongue was on her clit, the slick heat of it even warmer than she remembered. She could feel every centimeter of it, every tiny motion he made as he trailed over her, then up again, then in tiny circles that widened and then got smaller and then ended with the tip flicking upward.
It was maddening in the best way. She gripped into the plush sheets, her body tightening quickly with each passing second, unable to do anything as he did everything for her.
She came hard, then again as he kept licking her even while she was in the throes of her second, pulling as much pleasure as she could possibly stand out of her at one time. He was relentless and unstoppable in his giving, knowing and understanding her body even better than she did.
The more of himself he showed her, the more Faye knew there was no one else like him in the entire world. She could probably live a hundred lifetimes and not find a better lover, a better man than she had somehow stumbled upon out of sheer luck or perhaps fate.
After who knew how many orgasms she’d had with his mouth positioned between her thighs, he finally stopped, licking his lips wickedly as he came back on top of her, his gaze intense and predatory as he loomed over her. For a split second, she could swear the green of his eyes became a deep, captivating purple, his irises narrowing into thin slits just before flipping back to their sultry, intoxicating verdant color. But everything was a haze right now, and she was probably just imagining it after so much release.
“I think it’s about time we let you out of that,” Red said, undoing the clasp of her bra and pulling both shirt and bra fully off at once.
He hopped off the bed and pulled off the rest of his clothes, the sight of him more delicious than ever, her body wanting him inside more with each second that passed. He pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans and rolled it on quickly, then knelt on the bed in front of her.
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