He smirks as he delves his tongue in my core and I feel my soul leaving my body.
“Look at me,” he says pulling back. “The moment you stop looking at me, I will stop. I want to see how you look, how you feel when you fall apart on my tongue.”
“Fuck, Reyansh, you’re so—”
“So?” he licks me up and down and a moan rips out of me
“Stubborn.”
“And?”
He continues to lick me up and down as he teases me.
“Annoying.”
He laughs and that sound resonates deep in my core. He plunges two fingers inside of me at the same time and the sound that leaves my body is absolutely feral and for a moment I forget that it’s not just the two of us alone in this house anymore.
“I think you’re missing a few words,merijaan.”
He kisses my clit and my thighs shake as he lifts my legs and wraps them around his head. I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming but the sheer pleasure he is causing me is nearly divine.
He drives his fingers in me with force and precision like he knows my body well while he circles his tongue on my clit like he is welcoming himself home.
“Charming.”
He hums on my core and that sensation goes straight down my spine and I feel my stomach tighten and that familiar feeling unfurling inside of me.
I grab his hair keeping his face close to where I need it. I am going to come.
I need to come.
“Hot.”
He hums in approval as he curls his fingers inside of me reaching my sensitive spot and my eyes roll back.
“And mine.”
The words slip out of me at the same time as my body convulses on his tongue.
He licks me up and down as I drip down on his face and my body, now lathered in sweat finally relaxes in his hold.
“All yours,merijaan.”
He gets up from between my legs, lowers them softly on the bed and climbs on top of me. My mind is numb and all I want to do is curl up and sleep.
Safe to say I am exhausted.
His eyes have that gleam in them that makes me see how happy he is, how proud he is of the job he has done.
He kisses my forehead, gently and it fills me with so much warmth that all I want to do is cry in his chest.
It is weird how us woman are labeled as complicated when at the slightest touch of love and warmth we melt like a Popsicle in Delhi summers.
“Feel good?” he asks softly and a blush deepens my cheeks as I nod
“Amazing,” I say and he chuckles.
“I will get a warm towel and clothes for you. You can change then we can sleep, hm?”
