He leans in, closing his warm, wet mouth around one of the pointed nubs and I drop my head back on a moan, feeling the sensation right down to my toes.
Killian moves to the other side, repeating the motion and pulling my nipple between his teeth, tugging on the metal bar gently.
My back arches. “Yes,” I hiss.
“Where else, angel.”
I trail a finger down my stomach, over my pelvis and between my thighs, showing him exactly what I want. For the second time this evening, Killian falls to his knees in front of me, only this time instead of his focus being on the scar marring my skin, his eyes are glued to my pussy as I draw small, concentric circles over my clit.
“Fuck yes. Touch yourself, baby,” Killian groans as he grips his hard cock in his fist and begins pumping it slowly.
“Killian,” I moan and the sound echoes off the walls around us as we watch each other.
His eyes are hooded, his chest heaving as I widen my legs and circle faster before slipping one finger inside myself, collecting my wetness.
I bring the same finger up to Killian’s mouth and my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head when he looks up at me, his eyes locking with mine, and pulls my finger into his mouth, sucking it clean.
It’s so fucking sexy. So primal and erotic that I almost come right there on the spot. The man before me is nothing like the fumbling teenager he used to be.
“You taste so fucking good, Dais.” Killian grips my hips pulling my toward him and hooking one of my thighs over his shoulder before peeking up at me.
“Need more,” he smirks and then he dives in.
My back hits the wall behind me as his tongue flattens against my clit. He rolls it against me, once, twice before moving farther south and pushing into me.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, my legs shaking as pleasure flashes through me.
His hands grip my ass, holding me steady as he feasts on me, tasting and teasing. He alternates between fucking me with his tongue and flicking my clit and the sensations are almost too much, too overwhelming.
My hips move of their own accord, pushing into him and riding his face as euphoria begins to build in the pit of my stomach.
“Mmm,” he hums against me. “Ride my face, baby. Take what you need.”
His eyes stay locked with mine as the tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter, my body screaming toward the precipice. My head drops back, my lips part and my muscles tense as I hit the peak and go tumbling over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry as my orgasm hits me full force. The shaking of my legs becomes uncontrollable. My breath stills and my walls convulse as I come all over Killian’s face.
He laps at me, his tongue relentless as he prolongs the orgasm, drawing out every last drop with a deep moan. He doesn’t stop until I’m wrung dry and completely spent, barely able to catch my breath.
My limbs go slack, and if Killian wasn’t using his hands to support me, I’m positive I would collapse to the floor in a state of pleasure-filled delirium.
I’m dazed as Killian stands, washes himself and rinses my body a second time before wrapping a towel around us both and guiding me into the bedroom.
He dries me off carefully, pulls back the comforter and helps me into bed. My brow furrows in confusion as I watch him repeat the motion on himself and climbs in beside me. One muscular arm darts out, turning me on my side and then I’m being pulled backward, my naked body flush against his.
His still-hard dick presses against my bare ass and I wiggle against him. Killian’s hand lands on my hip, stopping me.
“I’m trying really hard to control myself here, Dais,” he breaths against my ear, his voice strained.
“Killian,” I say, so fucking confused about what’s going on.
“Shh, angel. Get some sleep.” He places a chaste kiss on my shoulder and tightens his arms around me.
What the hell? I know he just made me come harder than I ever have in my life and I was a quivering mess only moments ago, but… what the hell?
Killian’s own arousal is blatantly obvious. It’s digging into the bottom of my back for fuck’s sake. So, I don’t really understand what’s happening here.
Suddenly, I’m rolled to my back and the man in question is hovering above me, his grey-blue eyes creased with amusement. “I can almost hear you overthinking, so let me clear some things up for you. I didn’t bring you here with the intentions of having sex. Did I love eating your sweet little pussy in my shower? Fuck yeah, I did. But I didn’t do that because I expected something in return. I just want to hold you. I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in weeks, Angel, and I just want to enjoy the feeling of having your body next to mine. Okay?”
