“Say something.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
I kneel close. My hands drift to her legs and I keep eye contact as I caress the scars on her thighs, familiarising myself with the proof of how deep she’s hurting.
My name is a murmur between us, falling from her lips as though she wants me not to touch her there. She refuses to be anything but strong, and smiling, and perfect. But she already is. Just as she is. And I’ll worship every day between her legs, kiss the proof of what she did in the shadows when she couldn’t confide in anyone, to show it to her.
“Spread for me.”
She bites her lips, a half-smile telling me how much she revels in my attention. Her thighs part and I let out a groan that’s more animal than man. The sight of the dark curls and glistening pink flesh sends me to my knees.
“Promise me one thing,ružica moja,” I ask while my hands are still stroking her flesh. “Whenever you need to do this again, tell me.”
“I haven’t done it in a long time.”
“Please Lucie. Promise me.”
She frames my face with both hands. It’s like coming home. Or finding home rather. I’ve never had it before but she’s it. I’m sure of it.
“I promise.”
I lay at her feet, kissing her slightly swollen ankle with reverence, then the other and climb up with my lips until I reach the apex of her thighs. I kiss the raised skin of the scars, lickthem. My large shoulders spread her even wider and my sweet little Lucie moans, though I haven’t even touched her.
When I look up from her pretty cunt, her lips are parted with desire, a blush creeping up her cheeks and down her chest.
My heart beats a wild drum inside my ribcage. I can’t wait for a taste of her.
“Tell me how you like it. Be loud,ružica moja.I want the sounds of your cries to drown me.”
The first swipe of my tongue against her is what I imagine drugs feel like. The salty taste and tangy scent has my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans and I have to refrain from humping the mattress. I slide my hands underneath her plump ass, and dive deeper into her. I can’t tease, I can’t stop. I have to know what she feels like when she comes on my tongue. I dip into her cunt before travelling back up and swirling around her clit, soft and slow.
“Harder,” she breathes.
Our eyes clash and it’s the most beautiful sight. Just like when I made her come with my fingers, Lucie’s unrestrained desire is kindling to mine. Fire erupts along my skin, burning me up with want, with pleasure.
I lick her up harder, faster and groan when her head tilts back.
“Eyes on me,” I growl against her swollen lips before returning to my favourite fucking meal. I already came in my pants from just sliding my fingers into her, and I’m not even embarrassed that I might do exactly the same thing from the taste of her. She’s perfect, writhing against me, her eyes focused on me and where I enter her with my tongue.
“Use your fingers,piccolo. Fuck me with them and suck on my clit” she begs, voice rough with need.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I suck on her clit and circle her entrance with my fingers, keeping the touch light while my tongue doesn’t let up.
“Please.”
She sounds tortured now and I give her what we both want, inserting two digits and pumping slowly, finding the rhythm she likes.
“Don’t ever beg,ružica moja,”Irasp, thrusting into her with purpose. “Don’t bow. Don’t plead. I’m the monster you own. You command me.”
Gasps and loud throaty moans fill my ears and the space between us. How is it possible that I’d kill anyone who sees her like this, yet I also want everyone who walks this wicked Earth to know what I do to her, how she belongs to me?
Lucie’s legs start to tremble, her bright hazel eyes turning glassy, her breath choppy. I stay exactly like I am, pumping, sucking, ready to drink her down.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her pussy clamping around my fingers and clit throbbing against my tongue. She shakes under me and a rush of adrenaline, pleasure, and satisfaction runs through me. Something wilder and darker rises to the surface, too. The need to do it all over again, whether she wants it or not, to drain her of all she has to give, to make her cry with the pain of too much bliss.
I’d never let myself hurt her in any way, the monsters of my upbringing have no place where she shines.
Lucie gently pushes me away when my touch becomes too much and I press myself onto my elbows, watching in awe and hunger as her pussy glistens.
