I let out a sharp squeak as he swoops down and takes a lick of my diamond hard nipple, then sucks the tip between his lips. I feel the tug all the way down to my toes.
Now that the noises have started, I don’t think I can get them to stop. A long moan drags out of my lips as I feel the back of the knuckles on his right hand simultaneously trace up the inside of my left thigh. Corrin is working me from two different directions and I don’t know which feeling I want to concentrate on more. Oh, wait, who am I kidding? I want both. I want it all.
Releasing my left nipple with a pop, he just as quick latches on to the right and gives it the same attention as its twin. His fingers also haven’t stopped moving, but yet also haven’t reached all the way to where I really wish he would put them the most.
“Show me those eyes, Saylor,” he says as his lips leave my chest. His fingers finally reach the promise land and him touching my pussy almost sends me careening over the edge. “How long have you been wet for me, mo mhuirnín?”
That’s the second time he has said those words, I’m guessing they are Irish, but I’m too far gone to worry and ask what they mean quite yet.
“Since I—” My voice cracks as he places a knuckle on my slit and begins rubbing it up and down, deeper and harder with each pass.
“Since you what, Saylor?” he asks as he leans closer, pulling me toward him with one hand on my right hip while his right hand is still pressed between us, sending shocks through my core. “Have you wanted me since you first saw me, just like I did when I saw you?”
“Yes,” I answer with a hiss, but it’s just as soon smothered by his lips when he closes the last bit of gap between us and kisses me again.
In a move so quick, I barely notice his hands leaving my skin, only for them to be back where they were like they never left their places. My butt is sitting on the table again, this time the cold tingles for a second as now I don’t have the fabric protection of my pants between me and the bare metal. Corrin drops down on his knees, then lifts my right leg over his left shoulder so my thigh is resting next to his head. His right hand is again knuckle deep in my folds and rubbing right up against my clit.
My hips jolt and spasm every time he hitsjustthe right spot. He does it over and over again and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.
“You’re so wet.” I can feel his warm breath against my center. “I can not wait to get your taste on my tongue.”
And then he does.
Both hands now holding a knee, Corrin spreads my legs as wide as they will go to allow his broad shoulders between them, then buries his face in my pussy.
Using his tongue, he drives me absolutely insane. Tracing me up and down, from folds to hole, there is not an inch of me does not explore intimately. He finds every nerve ending, every hot spot, he zeros in on it like a heat seeking missile.
Goosebumps cover every inch of my body and I rocket right off the edge with no warning or preparation. I blown straight into the stratosphere, higher than I’ve ever been before.
“Holy shiiiiit,” I scream. Hopefully the walls of this room are soundproof, or the music in the club is loud enough to mask my pleasure, so that no one but Corrin and I heard me.
“That’s my girl.” Corrin is back on his feet in seconds and is sharing my taste with me with his lips.
Tasting myself on my tongue is something I’ve never done before, I can’t say I have ever wanted to do it before, but I can’t say I don’t like it. It’s tangy, with just a hint of sweet.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, then scooting my butt as close to the edge of the table that I can without ending up on the floor, I use my legs to put Corrin right where I want him . . . with his pelvis pressed right up against mine.
“I need to take this slow for both our sakes.” Corrin kisses behind my ear. “I need this to feel good for you without blowingin two seconds like a teenager sneaking around with his girl in the backseat of his dad’s car for the first time.”
“Speaking from experience on that?” I tease as I kiss every bit of him that I can. Neck, chin, shoulder, everywhere I can get my lips on him.
“I plead the fifth.”
“Mmmmm” I moan as he rubs the head of his cock through my folds, spreading my wetness over both of us.
I feel a lot pressure and a bit of tightness as he pushes into my entrance. There is no denying that Corrin and his cock are both big, hell I almost lost my breath when he first revealed his manhood as he dropped his pants, but I can’t help but need every inch he has to give.
Full. I feel so full and I know he’s not even a third of the way inside of me. Euphoria is what this is. Ecstasy. Pure decadence. Bliss. Heaven and hell all mixed together in one Corrin sized package.
Corrin rocks his hips forward so slowly it hurts, but not in a painful way. He is moving too slow and what he is giving me just isn’t enough anymore.
I try to pull him deeper by squeezing my legs that are now wrapped around his waist, but he has a hold and control over both of us. He’s so strong that I don’t move him an inch.
“Please, Corrin,” I beg, practically breathless from the need.
“What do you need, Saylor?” he growls, pinching my nipples with the thumb and index finger of both hands. “Do you need more?”
“Yes,” I sigh as his hands slide down my sides, stopping to grip my hips tight. “Please fuck me. I need it now. You’re driving me crazy.”
