That’s a shattering, a rending across my heart. I draw back, the disappointment making it ten times harder than a simple movement should be.
“No!” She grabs my lapel and I still. “No, please. That’s not what I meant.”
I don’t move as she opens her mouth and shuts it again three times, attempting to speak as her cheeks get hotter and hotter.
“I meant, I don’t have the right words,” she whispers eventually. “I don’t even…”
“Say it.”
I think for a second she won’t. But she visibly screws up her courage and says, “I want you to kiss me between the legs.”
“Mmm hmm.” I part her thighs and place a kiss on her mons, above the soaking wet, glistening slit where she needs me, then raise my head and meet her wide-eyed gaze. “Like that?”
Licking her lips, she makes a frustrated little sound. “Lower.”
“Where exactly, moya koshechka?”
“On my… Girl bits?” Her face is scarlet, but she said it, and I’m proud of her.
Dipping my head to hide my smile, I lean into her pink sex, and put my mouth nearly over her clit, allowing her to feel my breath where she’s wet for me. Such a good girl.
“Here?”
She whimpers and shifts closer. I press my lips to her folds in slow motion, open-mouthed and soft at first, then puckering to catch her clit just a little.
“Like that?” I ask, not able to tear myself fully away this time.
“More.” She whispers it as though it’s a secret she’s keeping from herself and only telling me.
I do exactly as she asks. I take a long, greedy lick over her slit and she bucks and moans.
Tsking, I brace an arm over her hips.
“Watch the movie.” I intend to make that impossible for her. “I’m going to kiss your soft little pink folds until you get your happily ever after.”
This time I nibble kisses around her clit. I swallow down her juices, sweet and salty and heavenly. She’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted. It’s a delicate experiment as I try different movements, listening intently for what she likes best. But because of the television in the background, I mainly go by feel. Where she chases me, what makes her twitch, and when she loses her inhibitions and grinds her pussy into my face.
I gorge on her, and when she bucks, I follow, not stopping licking her. I’m addicted to the taste of this girl, and I end up holding her down to feast on her properly. Her cream coats mycheeks, and we’re making an utter mess of the sofa. I couldn’t care less. I devour her, relishing every bit of the evidence of her desire, for her movements to how soaked her pussy is.
Her hands are lost, trying to find the right place to be. Restlessly, she clenches her fingers in the cushions, drags them up her naked thighs, and tries to hover them over her belly.
Reaching up, I grab her wrist and bring it to my scalp. “Hold my hair. Show me where you need me.”
“Oh my god! I can’t…”
“You can.” I give my voice the deep authority of when I’m issuing orders to my men, and that works, because not only does she slide her fingers into my hair and grip, she makes an involuntary mewl. I redouble my efforts on her clit, and when I feel her other hand on my head, and she screams and her pussy clenches under my ministrations, I smile in triumph.
It’s long minutes of easing her through her orgasm. She’s fucking beautiful as she comes. Wild, and uninhibited, pulsing and crying out as the pleasure sweeps her away and I gentle my kisses until I’m brushing my lips over her thighs.
Still haven’t worshipped those padded beauties as they deserve, but I vow I will as I look up to find her with her eyes closed, then open and her gaze zigzagging over me and where I’m kissing her, and then glancing up at the television.
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
Your Dark Angel, I correct her internally.And your captor.
But looking at her reminds me. She’s had a long and emotional day, and while I’d love to see what else I can lure her into asking for, that’s enough for now.
Obviously, I’d like to take that little cherry, but she’s not going anywhere, so I can wait.
