I am not a choir girl; I’ve definitely rubbed my clit before. But when he does it, it feels wholly different. It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp.
I suck in a breath. He kisses my lips, looking deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch. I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding, my blood singing in my veins.
“It feels so good,” I whimper.
He massages my breast with his free hand, shaping the nipple with clever fingers. I lean back a little, biting my lipand staring at him. I want to remember this moment, this moment of being connected to him so intimately.
Stellan gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.
“What?” I ask, flushing at his probing gaze.
His smirk becomes a sly grin. His fingers dip from my clit to my core,
circling and teasing. Bringing some of the moisture from my slit up to massage my aching clit in slow movements. I gasp and arch my back.
“I’m just watching you. Waiting to see you come apart.” He slides one finger into my core, making my pussy ache to be filled.
I shiver against the sensation, desperate for more. “Stellan...” I gasp.
He sinks down to his knees. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “What are you going to do? Are you going to stop me from tasting you? You want this, I promise you.”
Biting my lip, I relax my thighs.
Pulling both hands out to push my knees wide again, Stellan starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making his way down to my pussy. I squirm, aching for what I know is coming. He’s gone down on me before and I remember exactly how fucking good it felt. I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second.
His nose tickles the inside of my thigh, just an inch from my soaking wet slit. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the glistening pink flesh he finds there.
Stellan glances up at me, still smirking. “Make noise for me,skatter. I need to hear it.”
My breath leaves me all at once, like someone punched me in the stomach. I nod slowly. “Yes, Stellan,” I whisper.
As he teases me with slow kisses to my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat.
“Oh god,” I gasp. “Oh, please don’t stop...please...”
He chuckles against my flesh. It seems natural to voice what I’m feeling, so I just go for it. As he sucks on my clit, I writhe against his mouth.
“Stellan, please! You make me so hot... I can barely look at you eating my pussy...”
He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisperyeswhen he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft sounds leave my throat.
All the while, he keeps leading me down a path, driving me wilder and wilder with desire. He makes me crazy, playing my body like a violin, driving me insane with want.
“Please, baby...” I moan, my eyes closing. “I’m right there...”
I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. God, it feels so amazing. I never want it to end.
Stellan is already kissing his way up my body, getting to his feet. I can’t speak so I just turn my flushed face up to him, offering him my mouth.
He takes it greedily, kissing me hard, his mouth tasting deep and earthy and charged, the flavor a little like putting my tongue on a battery. It’s my taste, I realize with a start.
How could I not have known that I have a flavor of my very own? I gasp, finding it unspeakably sexy that he still tastes like me.
His hands are everywhere, sliding from my shouldersdown to grab my ass, then back up to my breasts. Although I just orgasmed, already I can feel my body preparing for more. There is no question; I still want him.
I cling to his shoulders with one arm as I begin to fumble with his jeans with the other, smoothing my fingers down his back, clutching at his bare ass. I’ve lost some of my shyness, exploring the shape of his ass, the way his lower back and legs feed into it. It’s dense muscle, lean and smooth just like every other place on his body that I’ve touched. I slide my touch down the back of his legs, finding the exact spot that hair begins to grow.
He doesn’t seem to mind my explorations or my curiosity in the least.
