Then he returns against me and his fingers appreciatively follow the lace of my garter belt, the garters of my tights, and then comes up to cup the heated spot above. I feel his smirk come in the way of our kiss before he pulls away to meet my hooded eyes.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says. “It seems impossible how much I want you, whether you’re wearing fine lingerie or funny socks.”
He lets go of my soaked pussy to run a delicate finger along the edge of my bra. He slips it under, teasing my hardened nipple, then pulls out.
“How can you have so much restraint?” I protest, arching against him.
“I’m torn between savoring you and devouring you.”
To prove his words, he lowers a cup of my bra, welcomes the brown tip in his mouth to gently nibble while his tongue flicks, and returns thelace back in its place when he pulls away. The other side knows the same treatment, sending similar shivers all over my skin.
“Lex, I think you’ve tortured me enough for one evening.”
“I can never torture you enough, but if you insist…”
He kneels up, eyes raking over my body, and orders, “Take your earrings off.”
Shit, okay…This is about to get serious. I follow his command with trembling fingers, then hand him the gold hoops. As soon as they’re on the nightstand, he returns and tugs the sides of my thong to slide it down my legs. Then he begins a descent down my body, kissing my throat, drawing a heated trail to my nipples.
With my fingers tangled in his thick hair, I try to push him lower, delirious to feel his mouth on my pulsing clit. I feel his smile as he complies, but I don’t care. He knows he makes me greedy like that. He stops right over my curls and resists the push of my hands.
“Lex…” I whimper, arching my back, desperate for some relief. His grip on my wrists surprises me, and before I know it, my arms are forced to my sides. His warm breath teases my pussy, driving me crazy.
“Look at me,” he demands, so authoritative I immediately comply. “Tell me what you want, Andrea.”
Ah, fuck! Here’s my dominant Lex. He’s given me so much control lately that it’s strange to yield to his will again.
“I want your lips on me,” I beg.
“Where?”
“On my pussy.”
“Like that?” he asks, purposefully missing my clit with a faint kiss. My despair makes him chuckle low, and I bite my lip to prevent myself from telling him to go to hell.
“Lex, please …”
“You want me to fuck your cunt with my mouth?”
My clit throbs with want at that. “Yes.”
“Then say the words, Andrea.”
“I want you to fuck my cunt with your mouth,” I moan.
An appreciative hum rolls in his throat, and he sends me a satisfied look. “You’re the feistiest woman I know, but you’re so obedient when you want to be fucked, Andrea.”
His mouth is on me before I can reply, doing exactly what I begged him to. My hands are still trapped as he feasts on me like a starved man. With his expert tongue and lips, he brings so much pleasure that my eyes roll back. I’ve been so deprived, so needy, that tears soon stream down my temples.
It feels sofucking good…
Lex licks, nibbles, and sucks, reminding me how well he knows my body. He brings me close to my release and then changes the pace, pressure, and pattern, preventing my orgasm from happening.
When I try to rub and shove my pussy on his face to force him to give me what I need, he quickly loses his patience and lets go of my hands to trap my thighs in the iron hold of his arms. I’m helplessly at his mercy—which he has none of. On the fourth time he denies me, I give up with a sob and beg, “Lex, I can’t anymore… Make me come.”
Maybe it’s the despair in my voice or the tears in my eyes when I look over my heaving chest to meet his darkened gaze, but it works. The rhythm of his ministrations suddenly increases, and his lips latch on my clit. I cry out his name and tangle my fingers in his hair to press him harder on me, desperate to finally come apart.
In seconds, he brings me to nirvana, holding me tightly as I twitch and cry in ecstasy. The shivers that roll in waves through my body are maddeningly good. Better than anything I’ve had since the breakup. All the build-up and denied orgasms make my release so powerful that I can’t do anything but endure it. And he must know that because he stretches it with his restless tongue drumming over my clit.
