“Wait,” he said, voice low.
I blinked up at him, breathless. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer right away. His gaze searched mine, like he was weighing something heavy. Then he exhaled.
“There’s something you should know.”
“What?”
He hesitated.
“I don’t think there’s anything you can tell me that would scare me away,” I said.
“I knot when I cum,” he said quickly. “It means we’ll be connected until the swelling goes down. I can’t control it.”
My breath caught. Was this why he’d stopped me this morning? Did he think I would run?
“Will it hurt?” I asked.
“Not if we don’t try to separate. It’ll only be a few minutes.” He looked so vulnerable, like he was worried I’d decide to end things right here.
“That’s okay,” I whispered. “I still want you.”
“Fuck, Ella. I’ve never wanted to hear that more.”
I watched as he stripped off his clothes, tossing them to the floor to join mine. His cock, long and thick and slightly tinted an icy blue, sprang out to greet me.
It was an exquisite cock. Huge. So big I wasn’t sure I could ever take him, but I was willing to try. I reached for it, wrapping both hands around it. He groaned, and it twitched in my hands.
I only got a few playful tugs in before he was shoving me back onto the bed, like he couldn’t wait anymore.
“You’re trying to distract me from the taste test.”
I put my hands up in surrender. “I’d never dream of it.”
I didn’t even realize he’d brought the canister with us until I heard the sound of the whipped cream dispensing right over mybreasts. My squeal of shock from the cold cream ended in a soft giggle, which quickly dissolved into a moan.
Another press of the nozzle, and he drew a line from between my breasts all the way down to my crotch, ending with a big dollop over my clit.
“Hold still,” he warned with a smirk.
He started at the top, licking and kissing, moving slowly, too slowly down my body. My fingers tangled in his hair as I urged him down lower and lower.
“Breathe, my love.”
I gasped, not realizing I was even holding my breath.
He continued, moving a little faster this time until he was right there, his breath hot on my skin. My hips lifted to meet him as he licked off the last little bit of cream. Then he dove in, burying his face into my pussy, licking and kissing and nibbling until I was writhing.
A thick finger found my opening and pressed in, making me gasp. But he didn’t stop there; he added another as he continued to lick my clit. His fingers were so thick, and it felt so good to be full.
He started pumping into me hard, still licking, swirling his tongue over my sensitive nub. The pressure built at the base of my spine, growing and growing until it felt like even the smallest pinprick would burst the bubble. He hummed, and the vibrations sent me over.
By the time my vision cleared, he was already crawling over me and lining us up. The first press of him had me gasping.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, I’m fine,” I said between pants. “Please don’t stop.”
