My knees tremble, and I lock them, leaning against the wall behind me. Excitement sparks through me. He moves closer, raising one of my legs and throwing it over his thick shoulder, exposing me. My heart starts racing, and when he buries his face into me…
My back arches. The air shudders out of me, and I hold his head as his clever tongue and lips lick and suck, sending hot streaks of bliss from my core all the way to the tips of my toes and the top of my head. Every inch of me tingles.
He devours me. There’s no other way to describe the way he runs his tongue over me, uses his mouth on me. He laps me up, then growls when I can’t contain my moan.
His enthusiasm for the act drives me wild. Pleasure builds fast and hard, and before I even realize what’s happening, it crests, overwhelming all my defenses and inhibitions. I grip his hair hard, grinding against him shamelessly. My mouth is open, but nothing comes out, my vocal cords frozen, my lungs empty and paralyzed as an earthquake erupts inside my body.
I quiver with anticipation of a second round, but he pulls back a little and spreads me with his fingers until I’m completely open to his view. My face heats as vulnerability whips through me. I don’t know why I’m feeling shy when I just came all over his face moments ago.
He studies me for a moment, then lifts his heated gaze to look into my eyes. “My pretty wife.” His whisper rumbles over me like dark thunder. “So hot for me.”
My nerve endings crackle at his breath fanning over me, and my own breathing is still uneven. Keeping me completely spread open with his left hand, he kisses my thighs and gently rubs my clit at the same time with his right. I throw my head back and slowly move against his fingers, but every time I try to exert more pressure, he pulls back, leaving me panting at the edge.
I’m so wet, I can feel the slickness on the creases of my thighs. His hand must be a mess, but he doesn’t seem to care as he continues to tease.
“Look at your pussy quivering for more.” Dark, masculine satisfaction ripples through his words.
I try to rock against his hand, but he stops me by clenching my ass. “Damn it, Sebastian.”
“Beg,” he orders me, his eyes glittering with control and fire.
Embarrassment fleets over me. I’ve never begged. But then, I’ve never felt like I’d die if I didn’t feel a man’s tongue on me.
As though he can sense my hesitation, he runs his fingers along the fold from the clit all the way to the opening of my pussy, dipping a little inside. Pleasure courses through me, but it’s too mild to appease the needy monster inside.
I look down and see the stubbornness in his expression. My God. He’s going to do this until I give in. And Iamgoing to die if he continues to torment me like this.
“Go down on me,” I choke out. “Please. Make me come with your mouth.”
“Good girl.” And then he’s on me again, like my begging has ripped all control and restraint away. Another orgasm swells, rips through me. Before I can come down from the high, he pushes me to a third.
My supporting leg buckles, and one large hand is instantly under my ass, holding me up. I fight for air, struggle for sanity. But he isn’t finished, because he’s sucking even harder as he pushes two fingers into my dripping, eager flesh.
When the fourth O slams into me, I hear a sharp scream that couldn’t have come from my throat. My vision goes black, then white. Fireworks seem to explode in my head, and my heart thunders. He’s on me like a man determined to torment and reward me at the same time. Even though he’s on his knees with his face buried between my legs, he is the absolute master of my body right now. And I’m responding to his slightest move with shivers and moans.
“Enough,” I beg shakily when he gives me a slow lick. “I’m going to pass out if you keep going.”
He looks up at me, his eyes hot and steady. “I won’t let you fall.”
My throat tightens. It feels like he’s talking about more than sex for some reason. I take my leg off his shoulder and manage to stand on wobbly feet. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I crouch down until I can look into his eyes without him having to look up. His chin glistens, but it doesn’t look messy. It just looks like the most natural display of need.
I take off my shirt and wipe his jaw. “Is this how we’re celebrating our victory?”
“Why the hell not? We both won.” His smile lances my heart. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s exciting and scary at the same time.
“We did.” I reach down and take his cock in my hand. He lets out a hissing breath, his eyes narrowed. There’s so much power leashed inside him, his shaft pulsing in my hand like a beating heart. I let go. “On your feet.”
He rises, the movement unhurried and graceful. I’m on my knees, and his cock juts out at eye level, the tip dripping. As a rule I like my sex tidy and neat, but with this man, it doesn’t seem to matter. His raw reaction to me—my body, my nearness, my pleasure and need—makes me want to give him the same thing.
I can’t quite wrap my hand around the base of his immensely swollen shaft. Veins stand out, pulsing. Holding him, I pull the tip of his cock into my mouth, taste the salt and male, and draw him in deeper. He’s so big, it’s difficult to take him in. I raise my eyes, watching his reaction, and try to loosen my jaw to take more. His cheeks are flushed, his mouth parted. His gaze is fixed on me. I hollow my cheeks, and a low groan rumbles in his chest.
Emboldened, I grab his butt, digging my nails into the granite-hard muscle as I use my mouth on him. My eyes on his, I run my fingers along his upper thighs, then cup his balls lightly. I glide my tongue along the entire throbbing shaft, tracing the thick veins, before licking the precum off his cockhead. He reacts to every touch like I’m torturing him—and he’s enjoying the hell of it.
He was like an unstoppable machine, forcing orgasms on me until I thought my brain would melt. But I tease him, loving the feel of him in my mouth, the slick taste of him on my tongue.
His breathing gets rougher. My hair spills forward, and he gathers it and loops it around his fist. I raise my eyes, and he’s looking down at me, all helpless greed. “I’m not missing a second of this,” he says between shallow breaths.
His pelvis moves shallowly, thrusting him into my mouth. I increase the pressure of the suction and let him use me for his pleasure. The sight of his slipping control makes the flesh between my legs tingle. Slippery fluid pools in my most sensitive part, and I bring my thighs together to ease the ache. This isn’t about me, but him.
