“Don’t answer my question with one of your own, my love.”
My love.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I love that he called me that. It just feels right. Everything feels right.
The sound of my panties ripping fills the safe room. From behind, with his arm wrapped around me, he tightly holds my neck, his warm breath tickling the shell of my ear as his other hand sensually moves toward my core.
“I call you Beauty because you are. I call you Beauty because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I call you Beauty because I’m your Beast.”
I am overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of possessiveness unfurling inside me.
He’s mine.
“Now, how wet are you?” he asks again, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Very,” I whisper.
With a groan, he forcefully turns me around and positions himself in front of me, using his knee to separate my legs. He runs his fingers through my wet folds while never taking his eyes off me. Heat dances in his eyes, causing my breathing to quicken.
He senses my growing excitement and need. He delicately brushes his fingers against my lips before sliding them into my mouth. The taste of my juices coats my tongue, and I can’t help but groan. He continues to push his fingers in and out of my mouth like he’s fucking it.
“I’ve only been able to dream about how good you taste.”
“Now you don’t have to imagine anymore,” I say, feeling a jolt of electricity after his fingers press against my lips.
I’ve never been so direct with a man, not that there was a man around to say these things to. However, there’s something about him that stirs something deep inside me. For once, he makes me not want to be the ice princess my sister describes me as. He makes me want to let go and go with the flow to enjoy the moment.
Heat fills his eyes, and without a word, he drops to his knees. Even though I didn’t make the decision whether I wanted to come by his mouth or his fingers, I’m glad he took the decision out of my hands.
I tighten my grip on his long locks freely hanging loose around his shoulders. When he watches me like I’m some goddess, an outpouring of confidence washes over me. I feel beautiful and incredibly powerful. To have a man as powerful and beautiful as Florian on his knees in front of me gives me the most incredible surge of confidence I’ve ever felt as a woman. The kind of confidence that can be very addictive.
With a swift motion, he tosses one of my legs over his shoulder, and I let out a surprised yelp.
As he licks my slit, my grip on his hair tightens, sending shivers down my spine. Leaning my head back against the wall, I close my eyes and let out a groan as he works wonders with his mouth.
“Florian,” I moan, my voice filled with longing.
He flicks, nips, and bites at my clit before sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. I can’t help but rock my hips against his face as I ride a wave of ecstasy.
I keep my eyes closed as I continue to grind my pussy in his face. The sounds of my moans, the wetness of my pussy, and him devouring me like a madman fill the space.
He sucks my clit harder, then pushes his fingers inside me, and my world tilts. White spots dot behind my eyes as I scream his name.
“Fuck, you are so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he whispers against my wet folds. “My Beauty. Mine.”
He teases my sensitive clit with his tongue as his fingers move in and out of me until I descend from my euphoric state.
He slowly pulls his fingers away and then gives me one final, lingering lick that sends shivers coursing through my body. He pulls my leg from his shoulder, and I lean against the wall for support so I don’t sink to the floor.
That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, even though I don’t have many to compare it to. All I know is that I want more.
Opening my eyes, I let out a sigh and watch him as he rises from the floor, his face beaming with a devious grin that’s covered in my juices. His mouth slams into mine before I utter one word. The musky scent of my arousal lingers around his face, lips, and tongue, eliciting a groan from me when the taste hits my mouth.
Our tongues war with one another for dominance, but like everything else in this new relationship, I fear Florian willultimately be in control. I can’t deny that the thought of doing whatever he wants intrigues me because I rarely give up control of anything in my life to anyone. I’m completely fascinated by the way my body responds to him and my willingness to do something that’s out of my comfort zone just because he asks me to.
Even after he pulls away, his eyes still hold a fiery intensity. “There’s more of that to come, Beauty, but first kneel before your Beast so I can watch how beautiful you look with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
My entire body tingles with anticipation, and I immediately drop to my knees like he instructed.
