His hands hold me so close that I can rest my face against them. It almost feels like I am sitting in his lap, like no one can reach me here.
“Aren’t you afraid?” he whispers against my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper back. A small gasp follows as he pulls me closer. “But I am more afraid of everything else.”
“Sleep,” he says, lowering his head to my neck.
“Why are you stuck in my mind all the time?” I ask, pulling his hand closer as I hold it against me.
“It’s just a dream, Freckles,” he says, but I feel his lips move as he speaks.
“Then how come every time I wake up, it feels like a nightmare?” I ask.
“Am I that horrible in your dreams?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, my breath catching.
He turns me around. My eyes stay shut, and I am afraid to open them. Fearful that if I do, he will disappear.
“Let me prove you wrong,” he says. “Let me erase every man that touched that pussy of yours.”
I bite my lip, losing control of my body as he pushes me on top of him, guiding me down his chest until I feel his chin brush my clit.
“Sit on my face, Emily.” His deep voice slices through me with a growl. “Let me eat you up.” He whispers it, and I feel the vibration against my pussy as it throbs for him. “I want to choke on your pussy while you moan my fucking name.”
I gasp and lean down.
His palms grip my hips, pulling me lower, holding me in place.
His tongue slowly slides against me. His teeth nibble my clit before his lips pull it into his mouth.
I moan, my back arching as I sink lower.
His tongue curls around me, his teeth dragging from my slick inner flesh up to my clit. He works his mouth, eating me just like he promised.
His hands glide from my hips to my inner thighs, spreading me open, leaving me exposed. I feel his breath against my throbbing pussy as he pushes his tongue inside me, twisting it as he licks along my inner walls, moving in and out. His nose presses against my clit while his face moves in slow circles, his fingers spreading me wider.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Fuck,please.“ My voice breaks. “Oh, God.”
He stops for a second. I feel his lips moving beneath me.
“God has nothing to do with this, Freckles.” He drags my clit through his teeth. “But I will make you pray for more after I am done with you.”
He licks me slowly while pressing me down. “And if you didn’t know God, now you do. I am your new religion.”
He digs deeper, his tongue pushing into my inner flesh. I lose my balance above him, my hands reaching out until my palms hit the wall. I brace myself there, nails scraping the paint as my body tightens around his mouth.
I moan again and again, each sound spilling into the next. My head tilts back toward the ceiling, my eyes squeezed shut. I don’t want this to stop.
“Open your fucking eyes,” he says as he suddenly stills. “I want you to look at me while you come all over my face.”
“No.” I shake my head, but he pulls me closer, licks from my inner flesh up to my clit, then traps it between his teeth again.
“Now, Emily,” he growls.
My head tilts down. My eyes open slowly as his tongue slides inside me again, twisting. The moment my eyes open, they lock with his.
I look down and see only his eyes, two blue flames fixed on mine. It is the most beautiful color I have ever seen. They watch me with hunger while the rest of his face disappears beneath me.
