He licks and bites his way down my neck, but not in a way that will leave marks. Damn, I wish I wasn’t playing on television, or I’d encourage him to be rougher with me.
He spendsa lotof time worshiping my nipples. He grabs, he licks, he sucks, and he bites. Most importantly, he remembers how sensitive they are. I could probably come from this, especially right now while I’m so on edge.
While certain parts of my body are off limits from marking, my breasts aren’t, and he’s taking full advantage of that. His teeth graze and clamp down on every inch of my flesh, undoubtedly leaving bite marks again.
Fuck, it’s so good.
The wetness between my legs is unmistakably growing with each skillful touch from him. He unashamedly rubs his chest through it, covering himself in my juices. The friction over my sensitive skin threatens to set me off into a blaze of glory.
His mouth. I want that big, obnoxious mouth to pull my orgasm from me.
I grip his hair and yank it hard until I pull him off my chest. “I’m close. I need to come so badly. Stop pussyfooting around and get your mouth between my legs, Gaston,” I command with authority.
His lips twitch in amusement at myterm of endearment. “You got it, Regina George.”
I let out a laugh at hisMean Girlsreference. Of course he’s watched that movie.
He sits down on one of my kitchen chairs, bringing him eye to eye with my most intimate region. It’s almost weird to be with him like this while completely sober. I’ve hated him for a year,and now we’re naked in my kitchen with his eyes homed in on my bare pussy. I feel so exposed but equally feel turned on by the whole scene. One thing is for sure; I’ll never look at my kitchen table the same way again.
Realizing this may be too much, I start to close my legs a bit, but he lifts his head, and our eyes meet while he runs the rough pads of his fingers along my inner thighs and then pushes my knees far apart in one swift movement until they’re pinned to the table. He calmly says, “Get out of your head. You’re beautiful. Your pussy is mouthwatering. Relax, spread your legs, and let me drain all the chaos from your brain.”
He hit the nail on the head. That’s exactly what I need. All the chaos drained from my brain.
I lean back on my elbows and relax my legs, allowing them to remain as wide open as they can go.
His satisfied gaze moves back down to my pussy before he licks his lips and then ever so slowly runs the tip of his nose through me while audibly inhaling me. Our moans are mutual and in perfect sync.
My pussy physically flutters. I can feel the moisture building. This isn’t going to take long at all.
He slowly circles his nose over my clit a few times as if he’s savoring the smell of me. My breath catches at the unexpected yet deeply erotic move. Most men latch on and go from zero to sixty in two seconds. Daylen is giving me the slower seduction with his examination and worship of my body.
It’s hot and has me slickening by the second with deep-seated need. I ache for his touch. I want his fingers and his mouth on me. In me. I’m feral for it.
He teases me with the tips of his fingers, running them through me over and over again. I grab the edge of the kitchen table, attempting to get him to push deeper inside. It doesn’t work. He remains in control. He’s silently communicating that this will very clearly be done his way.
When I stop fighting, he gives me a smile of satisfaction before whispering, “Good girl.”
He inserts all his fingers through both sides of my lips, spreading my pussy as far apart as it is capable of going. I’m wide open and bared to him and his penetrating, focused gaze. Again, his eyes scan my intimate region as if he’s studying it. He blows air on the sensitive flesh, and I jerk in response.
He breathes, “So beautiful,” before his tongue runs up and down my slit and then probes my entrance, shallow at first, but then deeper and deeper while stretching me beyond my limits. It equally burns and feels good.
My legs are already shaking. My nipples are tight and achy. I have to fall back and grab them for some relief.
With his tongue now deep inside my channel, his thumb moves to my throbbing bud, and I jerk at the cacophony of sensations running rampant through my body.
Again, he doesn’t rush things, merely teasing my clit with what’s to come, building me up until I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t move things along.
Take note, gentlemen. This is how a man is supposed to eat a woman.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, my brain shuts off to the outside world. The only thing going through it right now is the pleasure Daylen is expertly coaxing from my body with his slow, methodical seduction.
I want to grip the table to ride out what is seconds away, but my breasts need me more. I have to pinch my own nipples as hard as I can, causing another shot of need to dart straight to my pussy.
My back arches involuntarily as the orgasm rises to the surface. My throat begins to hurt. At first, I can’t figure out why, but then I realize it’s because of my screams. I can’t control what’s coming out of my mouth. He’s the master of my body right now. I’m powerless, and it feels so damn good.
My hips start to thrust, searching for that one final move topush me over the cliff. And then it’s there, his synchronic, perfect movements have me falling over that cliff.
I plunge into the deepest abyss of pleasure. My vision is dark at first before it’s quickly covered with a rainbow of the most radiant, vivid colors I’ve ever seen.
