She opened her legs wider, pushed harder against his mouth, but the relentless assault continued at the same leisurely pace.
“Dale... I need to come. Let me come.”
“Not yet. I want to taste you a bit more. God, I can’t get enough of you. Yes, that’s it, my darling. Weep for me. You are so sweet... so sweet.”
Her only response was an undignified grunt. Speech had become increasingly difficult. Even her breathing was erratic. How long could a body endure?
The rhythm changed. He swirled his tongue around her clit relentlessly. Finally, he would push her over. She was lifting, lifting... almost there. His tongue paused, and he waited, pillowing the sensitized bud.
Nooo.
She wasn’t even sure if she screamed or not, but he chuckled, and after the wave had retreated, he resumed his ministrations.
She lost count of how many times he brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to retreat at the last moment. She began to fear it might never happen.
Then his movements changed once more. His thumb took over, tormenting her clit while he plunged his tongue deep into her. The double assault proved too much. She couldn’t resist it. This time, she would come. He curled his tongue up deep inside her, hitting a place of pleasure so exquisite she began to tremble. The orgasm built and built. It was a tsunami, gaining strength as it rolled through her until it finally crashed over her, inside her, all around her.
She heard her own scream of release as if from a distance. She must have lost any notion of reality, for when she finally resurfaced, she held him by the hair, her legs thrown over his shoulders as his prodigious mouth wrenched the last ounces of pleasure from her exhausted flesh.
Olivia felt flayed. As if a layer of skin had been removed, and she experienced everything deeper. Never in her life had the pleasure been so intense. She looked at Dale—who observed her with male pride from within the cradle of her legs—and smiled. She was profoundly sated, and still, she craved him. His touch, his nearness, had become a drug. She couldn’t get enough. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, and she sighed.
She sat up, and he stood, which brought his rampant erection directly level with her face. Hmmm. She reached out and grabbed him before he could turn away.
Her slim fingers could barely encompass his member, and the sight of his big, heavy cock almost made her purr. Her warm breath fanned the tip, and his breathing fractured.
“Olivia. You don’t have to do that.”
She looked up at his eyes. They were dark with latent desire. “I know. But I want to. Will you deny me the pleasure?”
“I can’t deny you anything.”
She smiled with satisfaction, knowing he was in her hands. Literally and figuratively. Slowly running her cool fingers over his member, she lowered her gaze and looked at it. A small bead of desire had gathered at the tip. She lapped it up with her tongue and heard him groan in helpless anticipation.
Emboldened, she took the entire head into her mouth and suckled. He made a strangled sound, and his hands came to hold her head. She suckled again, moving one hand around his base.
“Oh, god. You’ll be the death of me.” His fingers flexed in the wet strands of her hair, neither pulling nor pushing, simply grabbing on as if he needed an anchor to steady him. His head fell back and his eyes slammed shut. He seemed in agony and ecstasy at the same time.
Inarticulate, guttural sounds escaped his throat as she continued suckling, fondling, massaging his entire member. His hips rolled instinctively to the rhythm set by her mouth. To have him reduced to this estate of helplessness, completely under her control, proved a heady aphrodisiac. He was usually so masterful, the one who took control and drove her insane. But now she controlled him.
He uttered a curse and tried to pull out, but she would have none of it. He was hers. Her hands shot out and grabbed his ass, holding him tight, while she took his whole cock into her mouth, as far as it would go. She gagged a little at the gigantic intrusion but didn’t even care.
He was nearing orgasm. She could feel it in the heightening tension in his muscles and the ragged quality of his breathing. The thought propelled her on. She was hungry for him.
“Olivia, no, wait. I’m about to come. Let go...” He sounded desperate. Fighting now in earnest to dislodge her. She held on tighter. Sinking her nails deep into the hard muscles of his ass, while she redoubled the efforts of her mouth.
“I can’t... hold it... please.” He sounded frantic. Pleading.
She loved it.
“Yes, come...” She hummed the words around his cock because she wasn’t about to let go now. She felt the start of his release. His belly contracted, his fingers spasmed in her hair, and a guttural sound escaped his throat.
“Argh!”
His seed erupted into her mouth in strong bursts while his hips pumped helplessly, gripped in the throes of his orgasm. She eagerly took it all. Wanting to extract up to the very last drop of his pleasure. When the last shudders left him, she finally let go and looked up at him to find abashed pleasure in his eyes.
“I didn’t mean to do that,” he said.
“I did, and I’m not sorry.”
