I do, and the explosion of flavor Wilder always brings hits in a new way being ramped up on pleasure like this.
One hand reappears with the skewer, and he pulls it between my cleavage, using the pressure to keep one in place there.
“How?” he asks, eyes on mine, but I’m finding it hard to concentrate with his tousled black hair, eyes dark enough to match, and that massive cock trying to break free of his pants.
I shake my head, not ready to admit to him how badly.
His hand slips down my stomach, disappearing between my thighs, and I feel a sharp pinch.
Hips bucking, I jolt up, but his hand keeps me in place.
“How?” he repeats, fingers pressed to my clit.
“I hid something from Rory,” I admit, trying to gulp down air to help keep up with the increased blood flow from the way my heart is racing.
Wilder’s dark head dips down between my breasts, and I feel his tongue separating the skin there until he finds the treasure buried within.
Keeping the grape in his mouth, he moves his lips over the skin of my breast until he reaches my nipple. Sucking the bud in his mouth, I feel the rough surface of the sugared grape collide with my skin, his warm tongue pulling on me, soothing the scratchy sting.
My back bows at the combination of pleasures and the way he’s overwhelming my senses.
He pulls back once more, leaving my nipple exposed to the cold, and my pussy screaming for more.
I watch as he chews the grape, but he doesn’t swallow. Instead, eyes burrowing into mine, he leans overtop of me and says one word that has fire erupting throughout my core.
“Open.”
My jaw drops down, and he spits the grape into my mouth, along with all of its juices.
“Swallow,” he orders me, one finger under my jaw to hold it shut, and I do. His hand slides down to the column of my throat to feel the motion, and my eyes flutter shut at being under his control like this.
The way I don’t have to worry, don’t have to make any decisions, it’s all just him.
He’s all I need to focus on.
It’s addicting.
That filthy smirk back on his face, he lowers himself between my legs and uses one hand to hold my stomach down to maintain eye contact as his tongue comes out and takes a long, flat lick of my entire pussy.
“I could do this all night,” he tells me, once he’s swallowed more of my juices. “I’m in no rush.”
Shifting in the small—well, small when you’re as large as he is—space, he removes his pants and shirt, leaving him naked.
He pulls down my shirt, revealing the other side of my bra, and pulls the cup down below the bared breast, just like the first one.
“But I think we might get farther if I were more?—”
I gasp as I feel him at my entrance.
“Convincing.”
His eyes darken as he pushes forward, past the resistance of my opening, and goes deep.
It pulls a groan from my lips as I feel him fill me, bare, like we’ve done every time, because all I want to feel is him.
“So tight,” he grits out, pulling his hips back and pumping forward again.
His piercing runs along my back wall, and I shudder at what it would feel like to have him in my back entrance. The delicious tease of it, his piercing working in a whole new way, my legs start to shake at the thought and he abruptly stops moving.
