He shakes his head, kissing the mark again, his stubble tickling me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Not gnarly. Beautiful.”
He continues, determined not to give me what I want, apparently, and taking his time paying attention to my body. He kisses and touches me so delicately and reverently. It makes me feel beautiful—powerful.
I open wider, giving him more space to continue his quest. “You don’t want to take your glasses off?” My question is breathy since his lips are still on me, on the juncture where my pelvis merges with my thigh.
“And risk missing a detail of your perfect body?” He looks up, clashing his lustful whiskey eyes with mine before looking back between my thighs, a wide smile taking over his face. “Or this perfect pussy?”
I gasp.
“You know what? Why don’t you show me, hm?” He taps the back of my legs, and I open wider. He shakes his head again, wrapping his long fingers around my ankles and propping them up on the table, making me gasp again. I’m completely exposed to him, and where I once thought I would feel shame, it’s the opposite feeling that engulfs me now.
His eyes are hungry—hungrier than before—as he quietly looks at my most intimate part.
“Holden.” I don’t know if I’m asking, pleading, saying more, or what. All I know is that I couldn’t go another second without his name on my lips. He drags a hand down his face, over his mustache and lips, smiling and shaking his head.
“Perfect.” His throaty praise makes me clench, and his smile grows wider. “You should see yourself, Beauty. Your lips plump and swollen, your cum dripping from them, your clit needy for attention.”
A soft, small gasp escapes me, and he takes his now foggy glasses off. “Hold these for me,” he says, placing them in my hand. He drops his mouth and sucks my clit between his lips. He’s a man on a mission, and I don’t know what to do other than let out some very indecent sounds as he goes to town.
I try to close my legs, because this hard-to-name feeling is almost too much, but he uses his hands to keep them apart, open as wide as they’ll go, while he licks and sucks.
It’s too much. It’s so good, it hurts. It makes me want to scream, so I do, grabbing his hair with my hands and holding him in place. I don’t want him to stop. I want to stay right here, with the sensation of warm heat pooling behind my belly threatening to explode at any time.
I push his head down, tilting my pelvis forward, seeking more. The prickly hair of his mustache moves over my clit as his tongue teases my entrance, sliding in every couple strokes.
This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I’m so turned on, it hurts, but I don’t want him to stop.
I grip his hair harder, making him groan, the vibration taking me higher and higher as I pick up the pace. I’m wet, so wet, and he’s drinking me up as if he can’t get enough.
I’m almost there. I grind against his tongue, but he stops, letting go and looking at me.
“What?” I ask, confused and spent, but he smiles, bringing two fingers between my folds and sliding them up and down.
“You taste so good, I want to take my time.”
“Well, that’s just cruel,” I say, practically pouting.
He chuckles. “It’ll be worth it, I promise,” he adds, never stopping his fingers. He slides them in, pulling another gasp from me, then takes them out, holding my gaze and sliding them into his mouth, sucking them clean.
It’s so intimate and filthy and perfect, and I want to see it again. “Do it again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He does it the same way as before. Fingers up and down between my folds, coating my clit with my arousal, before dipping them in, impossibly deep, stretching me more and more, until there’s nowhere else to go. He doesn’t drop our locked gaze, and neither do I.
He licks his lips in anticipation before sliding his fingers out, groaning as he sucks them. My lips open, and he cocks his head to the side. “Want a taste?”
No.
Maybe.
“Yes.” He slides his fingers back in, but this time, I can’t stop myself from arching my back, bringing my hands to cup my breasts.
“Let me see them.”
I shake my head.
“Natalie, take your tits out. Let me see if they’re as needy for me as your tight cunt.”
I bite my lower lip, considering him, but why the heck not? “I want to see all of you too.” He slides his fingers out for a second, to take his shirt off, but by the time I pull mine off, his fingers are creeping back in.
