Drawing in a sharp breath, he spreads my thighs and then lifts them against my belly, baring my delicate folds to his hungry gaze. I moan when he licks his lips.
“Are you hungry?” I ask him.
“Starving,” he growls as he slowly lowers his mouth to place a soft kiss at the top of my cunt. Then, with a contented hum, he licks up my center, gathering my taste on his tongue.
“Ah!Vittu,” I cry out. My hips lift, needing more from his mouth than the teasing he’s giving me.
“Your pussy is so—” He lifts his head to show me the way his lips glisten with my juices before delving back between my legs to spear me with his tongue.
“Brox!” I gasp, snapping my knees around his head as his soft tongue strokes through my center before teasing the sensitive nub of my clit.
Spreading my lips with his fingers, he laps at me, working me from entrance to clit. He teases me with fast flicks of his tongue until my legs are shaking and my throat is raw from the sounds he’s wringing from me.
When everything starts to tighten, and I’m seconds from a mind-blowing orgasm, he pulls back. He slowly pets me with his thumb to calm my sparking nerve endings.
“No!” I moan, bucking my hips, trying to get more connection. “I was rightkurvingthere! Don’t stop!”
“Shhh,” he shushes, closing my legs before slowly kissing his way up my body to stroke and caress my breasts once more. Every stroke and pinch send shocks straight to my throbbing clit until I’m sure I can’t take a second more.
“Brox,please,”I beg as he kisses a path up my neck to capture my lips.
The taste of myself on his tongue soon has me melting, my body thrumming with unmet need. Sensing this, or maybe this was what he was waiting for, Brox slowly lifts himself off me, peeling his shirt over his head. The wide expanse of his tatted chest has my cunt quivering, and new waves of need wash over me.
My mouth waters when his heavy cock springs free as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing. He wraps his hand around the thick shaft, and I moan. My hips roll off the mattress, begging him to come closer. Wanting him to touch me. Needing to feel him on me, in me.
Climbing back onto the bed, he splits my legs wide, pushing my knees back as far as they’ll go.
“Are you ready for me?” Rocking his hips, he slides his cock through my drenched slit.
“Brox, please!” I beg, pushing my hips up into him, but he always slips away to tease me more, until I’m sure I’ll explode if he doesn’t fuck me right now.
“What about this? Would you like me to take you here?” His cock slides though my lips and lower. My body tenses when I feel him bump up against my back hole. “Would you like me to take you there someday? We’ve got nothing but time.” His chuckle is low and dark when he swipes his cock up again before sliding through my wetness. “Tell me what you want, Igid.”
“Please!” How many times will he make me beg? Because I’ll do it, however many times he wants. I’ll do anything if he’ll finally fuck me.
Finally.Finally!The blunt head of his cock presses into me. My hips lift as he slowly sinks inside. Only to stop again.
“No! You fucking ass—” Tears prick the backs of my eyes, and I think I might fucking cry from needing him.
“Shhh, Igid,” he hushes as he slowly leans over me, keeping his cock just inside my tight channel.
“I can’t take your teasing anymore,” I sob, pulling at my hands and trying my best to take more of him inside me. Despite my efforts, he remains agonizingly, unbearably out of reach. “You’re killing me!”
Another low chuckle makes me want to bite him, but he stays just out of my reach. Finally he braces his hands on either side of me, his face hovering just above mine, with our hips just barely linked.
“Please, Brox. Stop making me beg,”
“But you beg so beautifully,” he whispers, lightly brushing my hair back from my face before capturing my lips at the same time, flexing his hips and sinking in deep.So deep.Wringing a low moan from me.
When he starts to rock, I lock my legs around his hips and press my heels into his ass, urging him deeper, harder,faster. But he keeps his pace agonizingly slow and steady and utterly maddening. Clenching my fingers around the shirt binding them to the bed frame, I anchor myself so I can meet each slow slide and retreat of his hips.
“Ah, gods. Igid, you feel so good,” he gasps, pushing as deep as he can with each slow thrust. He hits that spot deep inside that has me catching my breath and soaring closer and closer to what promises to be an amazing orgasm.
We’re face to face, our noses nearly touching, breathing each other’s air, when suddenly he reaches up and tugs on the shirt holding my arms hostage. It falls away, and I’m free.
Now that I’m no longer tied, I’m tempted to flip him to his back so I can take over. Instead, my fingers slip around him, and I dig my claws into his back.
Watch me watch you,I tell him with my eyes.
