My nipples hardened at the statement and his attention. David slipped his fingers inside me again. They were soaked when he pulled them out. The moan I released when he painted my breasts with my wetness couldn’t be suppressed. And when his mouth covered my nipples to clean them off, I nearly screamed. He held his hand over my mouth for a second, allowing me to release the sound without fear.
David took his time painting me, tasting me, teasing me. I’d soaked through his comforter. It would be embarrassing if I weren’t so blinded by the need for him.
“Turn around,” he said after his third round of torturing me. “On all fours.”
“Not until you finish what you started.”
His chuckle nearly did me in. Was it possible to climax from that kind of vibration? I would find out by the night’s end.
“I’m trying, I promise.” He nipped at my neck. “Do as I say.”
I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure I have all the cards.”
His eyes flickered to my swollen clit. “What makes you think that?”
I slipped my hand into his waistband, pre-cum already soaking through the fabric of his boxers. He knew how to swallow a moan, but he didn’t know how to tame the longing in his eyes. David had been looking at me like that for weeks, and now I finally had the context to know what it meant.
“You’ve wanted me like this for a long time, haven’t you?” I whispered.
“Maybe.” It’s a poor attempt at nonchalance. He couldn’t keep his eyes from closing as I rubbed him.
“On all fours is how you imagined me, yeah?” I asked, coaxing him to reveal the truth. “Did you touch yourself while you fantasized about it? Was it on this bed? Or the shower? Maybe on the couch? Are you risky enough to do it in your car?”
“Yara,” he warned.
“Tell me, and I’ll do what you want.” I went in like I was going to kiss him but simply held my lips against his. When he tried to close the gap, I shook my head. “Tell me, and I’m yours.”
“Every fucking where,” he confessed in a hoarse tone. “I’ve thought about you in every corner of this apartment. I couldn’t stop. I never will now. I don’t want to. There’s not one inch of my world that you haven’t become a permanent fixture.”
I hadn’t expected the hot desperation of his confession or the ache in his tone. As much lust as there was, there was also uncertainty. There was a real fear that I wouldn’t respond in the way he needed. He worried I’d find him to be too much and leave.
Words wouldn’t work with David. He’d been given enough promises for a lifetime. I kissed him instead. Offering my promise in the pressure, the silence, the desire.
“You did good,” I praised, and that seemed to do something for him. He pulsed in my hand. “Very good.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
I nodded. “Since you were so good, I’m all yours.”
We kissed one more time before I turned over and positioned myself on all fours. David’s breathing went shallow, and he rid himself of all remaining clothing. The springs squeaked when he climbed onto the bed behind me. His hands gripped my hips, carefully massaging circles onto my skin.
I gasped when I felt his warm breath against my pussy. Heparted my lips and licked up the wetness with a kind of reverence one may associate with salvation. I rest my cheek on the bed, fully enjoying the joy of being eaten out from behind. My hands gripped the sheet as his fingers played with my clit.
“Go ahead,” I permitted when I felt him stop himself from licking too far up. “Only if you want.”
“You sure?” he asked, unable to mask his desire.
“Mm.” I nodded, already delirious from the thought of him even wanting to taste me all over.
David teased me a little longer before reaching my ass. I moaned when his tongue made contact. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy and used his other hand to completely focus on my clit. David simulated every area with equal focus and attention. His fingers worked in harmony with his tongue. No one had ever eaten me out with this much dedication.
“David,” I whispered, over and over, barely able to hold on. I didn’t want to finish too soon, desperate to linger in this moment for an eternity. “I need you so bad. Please don’t stop.”
He listened to the command, keeping his rhythm up. My muscles squeeze around his fingers. The climax came on like a thunderstorm, loud and uncontainable. I forced myself face down on the mattress, screaming his name into the sheets. David didn’t slow for a second, eating like it was the meal he’d been craving all his life.
“David,” I said again once I recovered enough to speak again. “I’m…that was…”
“The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he finished for me and playfully bit my ass cheek before pulling away.
