Her lashes fluttered, and I loved eliciting those responses from her. “Yes, I’m a slut for nipple play. Estrogen made them super sensitive.”
I kept it in my palm and leaned up to lick the flushed dark tip. Her wounded moan sent a jolt right through me. I lapped at it more, then sucked it, and the keening sounds coming from her promised this was a fun area to exploit.
“Okay.” She pulled away. “If I let you keep going, I’ll never leave your mouth, and I’ve got a plan.”
I pouted, and she booped her finger on my lower lip.
“Put it away, beautiful. I want to give you an orgasm while I’m sucking on your tits.”
Goddamn, this woman. The filthy way she talked undid me.
Nyx leveled me with a devastating grin, then dipped down and wrapped her lips around my nipple. She sucked, and pleasure flooded through me, straight to my core. Fuuuuck. Why had no one ever told me about this? She licked around it and scraped her teeth against my nipple, then sucked again. A low moan escaped me. My pussy throbbed in response.
She pulled back to give me a sensual-as-sin smile. “Get ready.”
She lowered her mouth to my nipple and rested the head of the Hitachi against my folds. The toy lit my body up, and she rubbed it up and down my clit. The pleasure was almost too intense, and a sob escaped me, but I moved my hips, chasing after it.
Nyx sucked my nipple into her hot mouth, the sensations intensifying what thrummed between my legs.
“I’m…I’m…” I stuttered, unable to complete a single thought. Every time one tried to appear, Nyx would take my nipple between her teeth, the light nip like a shock of adrenaline through my system. The Hitachi thrummed at my clit, and she drifted it in circles, lazily building steam. Not like she needed much help with how her attention to my nipples sparked my synapses to life.
She teased me with her mouth, alternating between licks, sucks, and nips, and the way the jolt traveled to my core each time had me panting. My pussy dripped, the liquid trickling down. The need for relief had become a marching beat, intensifying until my teeth ached and tension coiled within me, getting stronger by the second.
Strands of Nyx’s hair tickled my side, and her lush lips brushed against the tip of my nipple, setting me aflame. This felt intimate in a way I hadn’t experienced, as if someone was taking me apart piece by piece to learn how I ticked. The wicked arch of her eyebrows, the fire in her dark eyes, all of it elevated me higher.
My clit was already sensitized from coming once, and the steady thrum of the Hitachi, not even turned up to full blast, caused enough sensation that I panted. Sweat plastered across my skin as the ticklish licks against my nipple contrasted with the hum between my legs. She alternated between one tit and the other, the firm grip on my breasts traveling straight to my pussy. Her dark strands swept over her forehead, and when our gazes snagged, a shiver coursed through me.
God, she was so damn hot it was unreal.
My clit ached with a ferocity that had me all but riding the Hitachi, even though Nyx kept the movements at an even tempo. Sweat trickled down my thighs as I grew closer, closer, closer to falling over the edge. It kept evading me the slightest bit, but my breaths were coming out short and choppy, my skin feverish. I needed to detonate, but I also didn’t want to leave this bliss.
Her mouth was on me, and her careful attention zeroed my way as she unmade me and created me anew.
“Oh god,” I gasped. “I’m going to come.”
The pressure built and built and built, but she was relentless, sucking on my nipple and pressing the Hitachi to my clit until I screamed. One moment, I writhed beneath her, and the next, my whole body tensed as I arched my back. My release exploded through me with the force of a tsunami, and I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. My vision blanked, my breath snagged in my throat, and then a guttural groan escaped from deep within me, almost feral.
I slumped on the bed. She gave my nipple a few kitten licks, then pulled back, a smug grin playing on her lips, a well-earned one. She drew the Hitachi from my clit too. The humming shut off, but the aftershocks still radiated down my legs.
“You…wow.” I tried to formulate words and failed.
“Next time we should try for a hat trick.” Nyx slid up beside me on the bed. Even though her hair was still back in the ponytail, a few inky strands slipped out, and her eye makeup was mussed a little in an all too sexy way.
“Ngh.” God, two had been more than my wildest imaginings. I couldn’t even fathom three. I’d be obliterated. Just a puddle of goo on the bed.
“I mean…if you want a next time.” Nyx chewed on her lower lip and glanced away.
I shot up straighter. “Uh, yeah, I do.” The little slip of vulnerability from her set off something within me, and I kept babbling. “As many times as you want.”
Nyx lifted her brows, and a flush heated my cheeks. Damn, maybe that had been too much.
“What if I want more than a hookup?” Nyx asked, her dark stare penetrating right through me.
The nerves that I might’ve overstepped fluttered away, exploding into butterflies.
“Like you’d want to be my girlfriend?” The question felt silly, clumsy on my tongue, but it leaped out anyway. This might be our first date, and we’d jumped right into bed, but between the chemistry that sparked between us and the safety I experienced with her—shit, I wanted more. Except a hottie goth tattoo artist like her probably had a million offers. I opened my mouth to save my dignity, but she jumped in.
“Fuck yes.” A bright grin crinkled her eyes, turning her from gorgeous to breathtaking. “I want to date the fuck out of you, Becky…wait, I don’t even know your last name.”
