He groaned, lifting himself up far enough to get some air under me and smacked my ass cheek hard enough I was sure it would bruise. I whined through the stinging mix of pleasure and pain.
“Open up, Princess.” He held out his palm, ready to smack me again. “The next one is going to be harder.”
“I want it—ah!”
The next smack rolled my eyes back to another dimension. It was going to be difficult to walk after this.
“Come on.” He tried a softer approach, setting us back down on the bed until I laid flat. “You can open your legs for me. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Fuck yeah, you’re a good girl. Be my good girl and open them up.”
Lines of strain crept across my forehead, and I chewed on my lower lip.
He tilted his head down and showed his thick tongue, licking over my underwear slowly.
My head flung back, my body wriggled from excessive pleasure. “Oh—”
“Do as you’re fucking told and stop trying to suffocate me!”
My legs sprang open.
“Good listening.” He ripped off my underwear and plied apart my thighs as if he were peeling back petals on a blooming flower and held them down with both of his hands. Pulling himself up, now free of my cage on him, he bent to look at what lay between my legs. “You’re beautiful.”
“You think so? How beautiful do you think I am?”
“I’d-spoon-out everyone’s-eyes-in-the-world-and-keep-them-pointed-on-you beautiful.”
“Then they would be blind and they wouldn’t be able to look upon my beauty.”
“I’ll describe it to them.”
“But your vocabulary is awful.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Hold on, Princess. I’m gonna look for —”
“‘Going,’ not, ‘gonna.’”
“I’mgoingto look for —”
“Do you need GPS? Are you lost? Hurry up!”
He dove his mouth back down on my clit, this time without underwear I met his warm wet tongue. I bucked my hips up in reply, my vocal cords playing the tune of endless whines. Keeping my thighs strained open, he forced me to endure the artwork of his tongue. He licked from my clit down to my entrance and slipped his tongue inside of me.
I lay back, with my hands tied, my legs never willing to close, becoming a lamb eager and ready and primed for slaughter. And slaughter he did.
He ate.
Devoured.
Piece by piece he tore apart, consuming. He journeyed with his tongue, his lips and teeth, feasting as if I were his last and favourite meal.
My bliss climbed the mountain of Dig Graves and I could do nothing but nest in his bed and keep myself splayed out for the endurance of this.
“Oh.” I whined into the sheets as his finger came to play.
He slipped a single finger inside of me as his tongue travelled over my clit. “Have you been able to come before?”
