I love this man so much.
“I was strapped down to the bed, and you were using that new toy on me.”
He slowly nods and reaches over to my nightstand, pulling out the clit sucker he purchased for me. “This one?” He holds up the purple device between us.
I wet my lips, my body tingling in anticipation. “Yes, that one.”
He pushes me back on the mattress to lie flat. “You have one minute to come,” he says right before bowing his head between my legs and running his tongue along my clit.
“Yessssss,” I moan as my hands find my breasts. I start tweaking my nipples, rolling the hard nubs between my fingers.
This is the way to wake up, with Keller between my thighs.
Not by Runa.
Not by having my blankets stripped off me.
And not with the demands of the day.
Just like this, with my fiancé’s tongue lapping at my clit.
And fuck is he good at it. He knows just the right pressure, just the right amount of tongue, just the right pace.
And he’s a perfectionist. He’s learned my body, studied it, understands what drives me crazy, what revs me up, and what doesn’t do much for me.
Right now, he’s offering me long, solid strokes of his tongue, a sure-fire way to create a burning inferno at the base of my stomach. If he wants me to come fast, this is the way to do it.
My body tingles with each stroke, my legs widen with every ounce of pressure, and my pleasure tightens up with every repeat of the motion, bringing me to where I need to be quickly.
But then he pulls away, and I’m about to gasp in frustration when he says, “Thirty seconds, I better see you coming.”
With that, he presses the toy to my pussy and turns it on. Immediately, a wave of soft air suction stimulates my clit.
Oh my God, yes.
My back arches off the bed, the sucking sensation overpowering. I clamp my mouth shut to keep from moaning too loud.
Keller twists my nipple ring, just the way I like it.
Yup, fuck this feels too good.
Unreal.
I slam my hands into the mattress, my neck straining as a guttural moan barely slips past my lips. I try to swallow it back so Runa doesn’t hear me, but it comes out gargled.
“Fifteen seconds,” he says. “If you don’t come now, you won’t until tonight.”
God, please no.
My chest heaves with fear and excitement.
Thankfully, the suction is so stimulating that my legs start to shake. Tingling, numbing sensations float from my stomach to my limbs, and my pussy tightens in the best way, pulling every last ounce of focus right to where my clit is being sucked.
“Ten, nine, eight,” he says.
“Fuck,” I cry out.Come, Lilly, don’t hold on to the feeling. Just come.
“Six, five, four . . .”
