He moves to pull my heels from my feet, but I stop him with a click of my tongue.
“Nuh uh. You said you wanted to fuck me while I was wearing nothing but my heels, remember?”
Blake crooks a brow, nodding. “As if I could ever forget.”
“Well, then…” My words spark in the air between us, creating a crackle of palpable electricity. I meet Blake’s green eyes, noticing how blown his pupils are. He looks like he wants to swallow me whole.
“Open your legs, Calla.” He squeezes my upper thighs. “I’ve been dying to have the taste of you on my tongue for way too long.”
I don’t deny Blake; I can’t. I want this as much as he does.
Lying back upon the stack of hotel pillows, I part my legs, fixing my eyes on Blake.
He runs the flat of his thumb through my sodden folds, baring me to him, until I’m sure he can see how wet I am, how needy I am for him, my clit swollen and aching to be played with.
“There’s my girl,” he croons, voice low and gruffer than usual.
I whimper helplessly, his filthy words washing over me.
God, have I missed this.
Missedhim.
Shouldering his way into the space between my legs, Blake lays flat upon his toned stomach and eyes on mine, licks a broad stripe up the centre of my core.
I cry out, the sound bouncing across the white-washed walls, but I don’t care.
Let my neighbours here. I couldn’t really give a shit. Not when the love of my life is about to fuck my very brains out.
Sliding his middle and then his ring fingers into the mix,my pussy sucks at him wetly, my walls clenching down, gripping, trying to keep him there. Blake grins into my core, lapping at the slick pouring from me, coating his knuckles, the back of his hand, even his wrist.
“So, fucking sweet. This perfect little fucking pussy, gonna train her to take me so well.”
Pleasure licks up and down my spine, stealing the breath from my lungs. I swear I’m somehow already on the edge. Blake must feel it too, for he doubles down on his effort, crooking his fingers relentlessly against the rough, spongy spot hidden against my front wall and swirling his tongue over my clit. My toes curl in my heels, hips bucking, my legs wrapping around Blake’s neck, ankles crossing at the nape of his neck. I go a little bit cross eyed at the sight of my black heels splashed against Blake’s bare back.
“So fucking hot, sunshine,” Blake groans, one of his hands disappearing.
My skin flushes even hotter when I release it’s probably because he’s touching himself, squeezing his cock to stave off coming.
It’s that thought, plus Blake’s mouth and fingers, which has me detonating. My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, pulling me under before I can even warn Blake.
I turn my head, biting down on the pillow beneath my head, staining it with my spit as I scream, warmth gushing from between my legs. My hips buck up chasing every drop of pleasure Blake is giving me as he keeps up with the rhythm of his fingers and the exquisite pressure on my clit, running through me with every suck of his lips. When my clit pulses in time with my heartbeat, bordering on the side of painful, I try to snap my legs shut.
“Not happening, sunshine.” Blake uses his shoulders to keep my legs spread for him, his fingers still moving inside ofme, albeit slower than before. “I’ve not had my fill yet. Nowhere fucking near.”
Peering at me over the small pooch at the bottom of my stomach, Blake lowers his mouth back onto my pussy, grinning when I all but scream.
If my neighbours on either side of the walls didn’t hear me before, they certainly can hear me now.
He has to work for it this time around, fighting against my body as I thrash and tremble, unsure if I want to fall into the pleasure, or buck away from it, but Blake doesn’t back down, pulling a second orgasm from me.
Slick trickles out of me, sliding down my arse, leaving me lying in a wet spot of my own doing.
With one last lick and a pleasured groan, Blake finally allows me to close my legs, gently sliding his fingers out of my core. Crawling up the bed, he tucks me into his side, unbothered by the thin layer of swear coating my skin and kisses the crown of my head.
I’m so wrung out and sated, I can hardly speak, instead humming as I close my eyes and listen to the relaxing rhythm of Blake’s breathing in time with the stroking of my hair. The hard bulge of his aching cock presses against the side of my bare hip, but Blake makes no move to relieve himself.
Not yet, anyway.
