Ted's mouth moves to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. If I thought my first breast was pleasured before, I’m wrong. This is a whole other level. A coil in my lower stomach keeps twisting tighter and tighter, until it’s almost unbearable.
Unable to wait any longer, I slip a hand down to rub the ache into submission, gasping as I feel how slick I am.
“Oh faelords,” I moan.
Ted looks up at me from my chest. “Is it good?” he asks. “Does my good girl need more?”
His good girl? Again, what the fuck is happening? And why am I nodding so enthusiastically with a pathetic little whimper?
Suddenly, he’s on his knees, ripping the comforter and sheets off me. He’s only wearing a pair of boxers, but the thin gray material doesn’t do anything to hide the hard length jutting from his body. Oh faelords, I want that monstrosity in me again.
Ted hooks a finger in my panties and drags the sodden piece of fabric down my body as I lift my hips.
Then he flips us with surprising strength and agility so I’m sitting on his chest. I’m awkwardly balanced, trying not to crush him.
Brain still hazy with the desire he ignites in me, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“Youare going to sit on my face, cream puff,” he rasps. Then his fingers trace the tattoo on my upper thigh. It’s a lace garter with a big bow on it. “Faefucking hell,” he says in breathy awe before leaning forward to nip at my flesh there. The soft pinch of his teeth causes me to jump.
“Are you nuts?” I ask, rolling away from him as an internal alarm breaks through the spell he’s woven. Two strong hands grip my thighs, stopping me.
“No, but I might lose my mind if you don’t sit on my face and let me lick that beautiful cunt of yours.”
I suck in a breath. Ted has the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever known, and it just made me wetter than Niagara Falls.
“I’ll crush you,” I say, wriggling to get off him again.
Instead, he bodily hoists me up his chest with shocking strength, his fingers massaging my hip bones in a way that makes me melt.
“Fucking good. I want you to suffocate me with that pretty pussy. And if I die, I’ll go out a happy fucking bear. Now get up here, before I spank that voluptuous ass until it’s nice and red. Though knowing you, you’d like the fight.” He huffs.
My insides freeze, unable to pick a direction. Both are naughty as sin and get me hotter than I’ve ever felt before.
I don’t get the chance to choose, as he picks me up and sets me over his face with a groan of anticipation. A hot tongue glides along my cleft and I grasp the headboard, looking for any grounding I can get. I also don’t fully trust putting all my weight on him.
“Oh fuck yes,” he gasps as if he’s had his first drink of water after nearly dying of thirst. “Why am I not surprised you have a cunt waxed to perfection. I’ve wanted this from the moment you stepped onto my porch.”
From the second I stepped on his porch? No. He hates me. He has from the beginning. He couldn’t possibly have been thinking of doing this when we met.
Another long, wet drag of his tongue and I jolt. Hot tingles riot through my body at his words and unabashed enjoyment of my body. It’s unreal. The novelty of the position has set every nerve ending ablaze and his tongue is the fuel turning that fire into an inferno.
My fingers wrap around the headboard as I hang on for dear life.
Fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me more firmly to his mouth, his tongue ravaging me. I can’t help but let myself relax a little more, grinding against him. He suckles and licks at my clit, hitting the mark with shocking accuracy.
More, more. I need more. The twisting, rising sensation inside me strains for more, and I seek it out on Ted’s mouth.
He growls, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. All thoughts scatter from my mind as he takes me to the brink with just his tongue. His fingers bite into the fat of my ass, literally holding me in place for his mouth.
And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he twists his tongue in a way that sends me reeling. Ted clamps on to my clit, furiously sucking it into his mouth. The insistent, hot pull of his mouth hurls over the edge. A muffled cry of pleasure escapes through my clenched teeth. My body spasms and shakes as if it’s trying to rip itself apart. My pussy clenches, squeezing out a flood of juices that run down my thighs. Self-consciousness battles with my release, and I start to move away. Ted latches onto my ass, until he is buried in me.
I’m falling, falling, falling into a world of pleasure that I never want to stop. Ocean blue eyes stare up at me with blazing desire. He laps up my juices like a sex-starved beast.
For the past two weeks this man has been driving me insane, and now he’s doing it in a completely different way and it’s unreal.
And I’m still grinding. Still needing more. It’s not enough.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, his voice husky. “Ride my face, cream puff.”
