“Are you feeling better now?” I asked instead.
Her eyes grew heavy as my hand settled at her waist, my thumb gliding upward before sliding back down to press into the curve of her hip.
“For the most part,” she murmured.
I hummed as my hand fell from her face, dragging down her chest, grazing her nipples on its descent to her thigh. “Let’s see what we can do to make it all better.”
When her breath stuttered this time, I smirked, scrunching her skirt in my fist and pulling it higher.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
Holding her gaze, I slowly lowered to my knees and stroked my palms up the silky-smooth skin of her thighs, pushing her skirt over her hips. She gasped when I pressed my nose against her damp panties. “I’m going to make you forget your day. I’m going to make you forget everything except what it feels like to have my tongue buried deep inside your cunt.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
I pulled her panties aside, brushed my thumb up and down her wet slit, and cocked a brow. “Yes…”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I parted her and roughly shoved two fingers deep as my lips latched onto her clit.
Her blissful cry shot bolts of pleasure down my spine, making me yearn for more. I curled my fingers inside her and flicked my tongue, bringing her to the edge of orgasm quickly. Only to ease off a moment later.
I repeated the process, earning a whimper each time.
“Lucian,” she pleaded into closed ears. “Oh, god. Please.”
“Not yet, princess,” I groaned against her.
Her hips rocked, fucking my hand—my face. One palm scraped for purchase against the cabinets, while the otherclutched my shoulder, needing support as I continued to tease her.
Not until her wetness slid down her thighs, coated my chin, and dripped into my palm, did I finally give in. I added another finger and pushed my other hand up her body to twist her nipple tight, sucking at her clit.
Like the calm before a storm, her breaths halted along with the grinding of her hips as the walls of her pussy fluttered softly. The stillness a prelude to the orgasm that quickly followed. Her cunt spasmed around my fingers, making my cock jealous of the tight pulses. Her whimpers morphed into cries and moans, escaping around gasps for air. All while her hips pushed against my face, searching for more.
I carried her through it, giving her everything she needed to let go and sink into the blissful pleasure. I softened my touch, easing her back to reality, and replaced my fingers with my tongue, eager to lick up every ounce of her cum.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
She mumbled something incoherent, then sagged back against the cabinets, her body yielding and spent.
Exactly how I wanted her.
Standing, I pressed myself close and dragged my damp nose along her cheek to her ear and whispered, “Again.”
Her gaze jerked to mine; brows pinched. “What?”
“I said,” I explained slowly. “Again.”
“But I…I can’t.”
“Oh, princess…” I chuckled and gripped her arm, guiding her to face the island counter. Standing behind her, I pressed my cheek to hers. “What did I say about your orgasms?”
She shook her head, her breath coming in soft pants. “I-I…”
I placed her hands on the counter before gripping her hips. “I said that they’re mine. So, if I want you to give me another, you will.”
“Lucian…”
