with.”
He laughed softly, his breath
puffing over her. “The slow lick, individual particles of the delicacy savored
separately.”
Then he began to devour her, one
atom at a time. It went on and on, the slip-slide of his tongue. The glide of
his fingers entering her, retreating. No one touch enough to push her over the
edge, the combination propelled her closer to heaven. She was so wet, she could
hear the entry of his fingers. Her eyes teared up. Her lips ached from biting,
and her fingers clenched and unclenched in the bedspread.
And each time, as her body tensed,
and pinpricks of light burst before her eyes, he pulled her back.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispered.
“Just a little longer.”
“Please.”
He went at her again. His tongue
delved, then his fingers. He pumped her as he swirled and sucked the swollen
nub of her clitoris. She shook and writhed.
“Please, oh God, please.” It might
have been minutes, it might have been hours, the torture went on and on. Until
she couldn’t remember her own name.
Until he entered her deeply with
two fingers, pushed the tip of his tongue against a spot just beneath her clitoris,
and made her scream.
Nothing could have stopped the
utter implosion of her body. She orgasmed from the inside out, rocking,
thrusting, squirming against him as he pinned her legs to the bed. She tossed
her head, gasped air that wouldn’t go down, and still he held his tongue
against her.
He made her come until she lost
awareness of where she was. Of who she was. Until he was the only thing that
existed, and she couldn’t take another breath without him.
* * * * *
He loved watching her come. He
loved knowing that he could make her lose herself. He loved that she screamed
and didn’t even hear herself.
She didn’t even know when he
entered her. But her body knew, gripping him, dragging him deeper. He pulled
her leg to his waist, drove in until he touched heaven, and stilled.
When he came, she’d come with him.
He could wait, holding himself motionless. The slightest tremor of her body
threatened to push him over the edge, but he wouldn’t go without her.
He hadn’t known that he could come
without a single pump of his cock, without a hand around him, a mouth on him,
or the warm cocoon of a woman’s body holding him.
Somehow, her pleasure, her release,
her cries had almost driven him to it. His limbs had trembled, staving off
orgasm. They still trembled.
He pressed a kiss to a closed
eyelid. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, her gaze
glassy. He nudged slightly forward, his body rasping against her clitoris. She
jerked, grabbed his shoulders, and dug in with her nails.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, then
clutched at him, pulling her other leg to his waist.
He slid in to the hilt, not a
breath between their bodies. Then he pumped, every muscle straining. He was so
damn close that only three thrusts deep inside her made the blood rush in his
ears and his balls ache with need.
“Come with me.” He didn’t even
recognize his own voice. He didn’t bother to question why it was so important.
He simply took her, dragged her along with him, thrust her high up into the
clouds, up to the sky, then he shoved them both off into a clear, pure,
relentless orgasm that lasted till the end of time.
* * * * *
“I think I just died.”
“As long as you went to heaven,
then it’s okay.” David jostled her in his arms, pulling her closer.
“As in, I died and went to heaven
because that felt so good?” she muttered against his chest.
“Exactly.”
She sat up suddenly and looked at
him. “David, I have to tell you something.”
He stroked a hand down her arm.
“All right, honey.”
“I’m in love with you. I fell in
love with you that first night when you sneaked out of bed and you were trying
to tell Royal how you felt.”
He pushed her hair behind an ear.
“You were listening?”
“Yeah. I was listening. And I feel
like such a scum for not telling
He laughed softly, his breath
puffing over her. “The slow lick, individual particles of the delicacy savored
separately.”
Then he began to devour her, one
atom at a time. It went on and on, the slip-slide of his tongue. The glide of
his fingers entering her, retreating. No one touch enough to push her over the
edge, the combination propelled her closer to heaven. She was so wet, she could
hear the entry of his fingers. Her eyes teared up. Her lips ached from biting,
and her fingers clenched and unclenched in the bedspread.
And each time, as her body tensed,
and pinpricks of light burst before her eyes, he pulled her back.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispered.
“Just a little longer.”
“Please.”
He went at her again. His tongue
delved, then his fingers. He pumped her as he swirled and sucked the swollen
nub of her clitoris. She shook and writhed.
“Please, oh God, please.” It might
have been minutes, it might have been hours, the torture went on and on. Until
she couldn’t remember her own name.
Until he entered her deeply with
two fingers, pushed the tip of his tongue against a spot just beneath her clitoris,
and made her scream.
Nothing could have stopped the
utter implosion of her body. She orgasmed from the inside out, rocking,
thrusting, squirming against him as he pinned her legs to the bed. She tossed
her head, gasped air that wouldn’t go down, and still he held his tongue
against her.
He made her come until she lost
awareness of where she was. Of who she was. Until he was the only thing that
existed, and she couldn’t take another breath without him.
* * * * *
He loved watching her come. He
loved knowing that he could make her lose herself. He loved that she screamed
and didn’t even hear herself.
She didn’t even know when he
entered her. But her body knew, gripping him, dragging him deeper. He pulled
her leg to his waist, drove in until he touched heaven, and stilled.
When he came, she’d come with him.
He could wait, holding himself motionless. The slightest tremor of her body
threatened to push him over the edge, but he wouldn’t go without her.
He hadn’t known that he could come
without a single pump of his cock, without a hand around him, a mouth on him,
or the warm cocoon of a woman’s body holding him.
Somehow, her pleasure, her release,
her cries had almost driven him to it. His limbs had trembled, staving off
orgasm. They still trembled.
He pressed a kiss to a closed
eyelid. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, her gaze
glassy. He nudged slightly forward, his body rasping against her clitoris. She
jerked, grabbed his shoulders, and dug in with her nails.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, then
clutched at him, pulling her other leg to his waist.
He slid in to the hilt, not a
breath between their bodies. Then he pumped, every muscle straining. He was so
damn close that only three thrusts deep inside her made the blood rush in his
ears and his balls ache with need.
“Come with me.” He didn’t even
recognize his own voice. He didn’t bother to question why it was so important.
He simply took her, dragged her along with him, thrust her high up into the
clouds, up to the sky, then he shoved them both off into a clear, pure,
relentless orgasm that lasted till the end of time.
* * * * *
“I think I just died.”
“As long as you went to heaven,
then it’s okay.” David jostled her in his arms, pulling her closer.
“As in, I died and went to heaven
because that felt so good?” she muttered against his chest.
“Exactly.”
She sat up suddenly and looked at
him. “David, I have to tell you something.”
He stroked a hand down her arm.
“All right, honey.”
“I’m in love with you. I fell in
love with you that first night when you sneaked out of bed and you were trying
to tell Royal how you felt.”
He pushed her hair behind an ear.
“You were listening?”
“Yeah. I was listening. And I feel
like such a scum for not telling
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