“I want your tongue on my clit,” she says, the words flowing out of her as easy as breathing. “I want you to lick the entire length of my pussy like it’s an ice cream cone, and you need to hurry before the sun melts it all away.”
Crawling down the bed, I grab one thigh in each hand and pull them apart, exposing her to the world. I kiss along her inner leg, alternating between that and rubbing my cheek against the soft skin. The headboard creaks as her fingers grip it tighter, elbows splaying as wide apart as her legs.
With my thumbs, I peel her folds apart. The pink flesh of her centre shines, slick and wet. Leaning my chin on the covers, I blow gently across her core, watching the movements as she clenches and relaxes her muscles, straining upward in search of the friction she craves.
She’s never been this drenched so quickly. I lick along the side of her pussy, circling her clit with my tongue, then pressing my entire mouth against her before lifting and starting the entire movement again. As I work inside her folds, Lilac clenches her thighs, trapping my head, hips lifting and subsiding like they’re floating on the ocean.
“Your fingers,” she whispers, squeezing her thighs harder as my tongue slides directly over her hood, hitting the most sensitive part of her. “Inside me.”
I reposition my hands, using one to spread her lips wide and pressing my middle finger against her entrance, my own hips grinding against the bed when she moans. My mouth, briefly pulled away, returns to work as I pump my finger up to the first knuckle, the second, then push it in and out, curling its tip to hit against the back wall of her tight insides until her laboured breathing tells me I’ve hit the right spot.
Her muscles are broadcasting their own set of demands, but I wait for her voice to instruct me, wait until her words order me to do exactly what she wants.
Like I’m her fuck toy. A gigolo with a client list of one.
“Another,” she says between panting breaths. “Fill me up.”
I thrust my forefinger inside her as well, plunging it to the hilt, in and out so fast they create a rhythmic sucking noise inside her wet pussy.
When her thighs clench hard enough that my ears buzz with white noise, I move my mouth back to her clit and keep it there. Not swirling or circling or licking but holding it still while tightening and loosening my tongue muscle until I feel her orgasm growing underneath me, all her body movements tensing towards the place where my mouth and her pussy meet, tighter, harder, higher, until she crests that wave and a new burst of wetness floods over my fingers.
I taste her again, savouring the subtle difference between pre and post orgasm.
“Anything else the lady fancies?” I tease, withdrawing my fingers and moving back up her body to rub them across her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out, capturing and sucking them clean.
“I want more,” she says, eyes darkening like a thunderstorm spreading across the sky. “I want you to fuck my mouth with your tongue while I come on your cock.”
At her words, so much blood pumps into my shaft that I feel dizzy. My control skates along a thin edge, ready to topple.
I reach down, edging my tip between her folds until it teases her entrance. The warm welcome of her so nearly undoes me I have to ease back, teasing, “How much do you want it?”
Her legs clamp around my waist, trying to draw me inside.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” I lift my hips even though staying clear of her makes my nuts ache fit to burst. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“So bad.”
I shake my head, laughing as Lilac scrunches up her face. Her hands now clutch the headboard with such force, her tendons stick out in stark relief on her wrists.
“I want you to fill me up. Please, I need you inside me. I want to feel you pound into me until I can’t think straight, and my pussy can’t remember a time when your sweet cock wasn’t shoved in so deep that my cervix is cowering in fright.” She laughs but there’s a thread of desperation beneath it, twisting through the words like the world’s sweetest melody. “Please, give me what I want.”
I thrust forward so savagely that I’m buried to the root in one stroke. Her gasp fills me with an ache of longing that drags through me with such force I want to fuck her even as I’m fucking her. I pull back and plunge into her again, this time biting into her neck, marking her, making sure she knows she’s mine.
The pace I set is so brutal, my thrusts so deep, I expect her to beg off, call for mercy. Instead, she catches my earlobe in her mouth, biting and sucking and pleading in a soft whinny to go harder, go faster, do more, be more. The pleas ignite something buried inside me and I lose control, becoming nothing more than an animal rutting, lost in instinct and overwhelming desire.
Her muscles clench hard around my cock, getting close, chasing her second orgasm with unrelenting focus. I nuzzle into her ear, reciprocating her assault on my lobe, and the touch sends her over the edge. Her cunt spasms around me until I crest my own peak, collapsing as I spill into her.
For a minute, there’s nothing but our heavy breathing, the soft waves of pleasure rolling into a post-coital glow.
“Can I hug you?” Lilac asks in a small voice, and I nod, unable to find my words, overwhelmed with emotion, satisfaction. When her arms, tentative even with permission, circle around my waist and her head nestles against my chest, something swells inside me until I can barely breathe around the edges.
Something like gratitude.
Something like possession.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
LILAC
