Like he started this, he didn’t go slow. He didn’t take it easy.
He was demanding and aggressive. He licked, sucked, nipped and scored his teeth across my delicate flesh as I arched and moaned and had no choice but to focus entirely on what he was doing, losing focus on touching him.
No, all I could do was curl my fingers into his hair with both hands and hold him to me.
He switched breasts.
I whimpered my delight.
With his fingers, he played with the wet nipple he left behind, and he didn’t do that gently either. Pinches. Tight rolls. There was slight pain amidst the waves of pleasure I was drowning in, and I wanted it, I yearned for it, I was aching for it.
This wasn’t me.
I knew what to do in bed, but I didn’t expect much from it. I’d climaxed rarely with a partner. Usually, they’d have to take care of me after, if they even bothered.
This was…
It was…
It was pure magic.
His mouth came to mine just as his hand traveled from by breast to my belly, and as I was learning with Dair, he didn’t fuck around.
He went right into my panties, over the tuft of hair there, and with one long finger, he went right into me.
That felt so amazing, I tore my mouth from his and cried out.
His brogue was deeper, rough when he encouraged, “That’s it, lassie,” as he pumped his finger in and out of my wetness.
My hips moved with agitation to meet his strokes.
“Fucking hell, Blake,” he bit out then his finger was gone.
Before I could protest, my nightie was gone too, not to mention my panties. In fact, I thought I felt one of the strings snap as he yanked them off me.
Oh my.
So good.
He pushed my legs apart with unhidden demand, rolled between them, and then he was going down at me.
Holy hell.
My back left the bed as I ground into his mouth.
“Aye, baby,” his words vibrated into my sensitive folds as his big hands pressed my legs wider “offer this sweet, pretty, wet pussy to your man.”
Oh God.
So good.
He ate me as uncompromisingly and confidently as he’d done everything else to me.
I was in ecstasy, a trembling mess under the demands of his tongue (and sometimes teeth). He stroked and sucked and tongue fucked.
“God!” I cried.
Almost there.
