A strangled sound leaves my lips and I move my hips to face him, opening my legs wider as I whimper, “Please.’’
He rises, walking over in long strides and halting at the foot of the bed, pulling my legs so I’m closer to the edge.
“Look at you, all nice and wet for me,’’ he says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. The way his cock strains against his zipper has to be painful, yet he only has eyes for one thing, licking his lips like he has a craving only my body can satisfy.
“Blake,” I growl in warning. If I wanted teasing, I wouldn’t have asked for his help.
A hungry smile flashes on his face as he digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me right to the edge of the bed, leaning over me to suck on the sensitive skin at my nape. I breathe out any anxiety I have left as his lips work my skin, though my body tenses at the feel of his fingers spreading my folds.
“Don’t think about anything other than my touch,” Blake whispers. “Let your body take control.”
He circles my clit with his thumb. “You’ve made quite a mess for me, Sunshine. Lucky for us, I amverygood at cleaning.”
He removes his hand from my folds, hooking his thumbs under the sides of my panties before yanking it down my legs. My breath hitches as the cold air hits my soaked pussy. Blakedrops to his knees, his hands gently moving across my inner thighs while he bites his lip.
I reach out my hand, touching his cheek. Surprise passes through his gaze as he looks at it, like he hadn't expected the gesture at all.
His fingers travel up my thighs to dig into my hips, inching me even closer to his mouth.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he mutters, holding my gaze. His eyes are filled with warmth, and though lust swirls thick in his gaze I know he won’t betray me.
Slowly, I guide his head down.
I fist his hair as his tongue circles my clit, my hips pushing into his face in hopes of more contact.More, more, more.The word echoes through my mind as Blake works my clit, earning the legends girls spread about him and more.
I throw back my head as his finger enters me, lazily pumping in and out until I beg for more.
“Look at my good girl, craving my fingers,” Blake says, his face shining with my slick. “If I knew this was on the agenda for today, I would’ve brought some toys for you to play with.”
“Like a vibrator?” I say, and the thought sends another shiver through my body. I’ve fantasized a lot about wearing a vibrator in public, being dependent on the whims of another—it’s a big turn-on for me.
“Vibrators, dildos. Anything you want.” He presses his lips to my inner thigh, sucking and kissing a trail up to my throbbing core. He’s gotten me closer than I’ve ever been, and I find myself restless, itching to grab him by the hair and guide him back to where he belongs. But a part of me enjoys the anguish, the quiet teasing of his touch anywhere but where I want it.
Maybe I do have an edging kink after all.
I whimper as I move my hips to get his mouth back on my clit but his fingers dig into my ass, holding me in place.
“So impatient,” Blake says with a shake of his head, that hungry smile only growing. “You said to make you mine, so I’m marking you accordingly. Every time you see these marks, I want you to think of me.”
I moan as his teeth graze my sensitive skin, following the agonizing path he’d set out on. Only when he finally returns to my core, he presses a slow, sucking kiss to my clit before starting anew on the other side.
I groan in frustration, the need starting to ache, and finally I can't take it anymore. I grip his face with both hands and guide it to my folds, thrusting my clit into his mouth. His fingers dig deeper into my ass, his teeth raking over my sensitive bud in retaliation. I scream, and as I clasp my hand over my mouth I find myself glad we’re home alone.
“Come on, beautiful. Let the neighbors learn my name.”
He teases my hole for a second longer before entering with two fingers, drawing a gasp from my lips. I rake my fingers through his soft brown curls, letting myself get lost in the expert movement of his tongue and the thrilling sensations of his experienced fingers. I moan as my back arches in pleasure and my toes curl, urging him to go even faster until I finally clench around his fingers in a wave of unparalleled pleasure, a sea of stars blocking the world from view.
I came. Finally, after years of attempts and irritation, I’d done it. And with someone. Someone who, judging by the tightness of his pants, was extremely turned on by my body.
Blake works me through my orgasm, and as it weans, he doesn't slow.
I moan in a pleasure that’s even more intense than before. “Blake, I–”
He groans, cutting me off. His voice strained and low, he says, “All these years of waiting, I want you to come again. I know you’ve got it in you.”
He spreads my legs, which are pressed against his head in the wake of my orgasm, and as his fingers curl inside me the pleasure builds quickly, barreling me towards my second orgasm.
I scream as I come undone, my hands in his hair, his name on my lips. He extracts his fingers, my body immediately feeling the loss, and cold rushes in as he lifts himself off my throbbing clit.
