“And you’re so sensitive,” he commented as he moved to the other, but continued to flick the first with his tongue. The bar swirled under his touch, leaving it even cooler when he pulled away.
I ran my hand through his curls. Though it looked like not a hair was out of place, it didn’t feel like there was a lot of product in it. It was soft and lush, better cared for than mine for sure.
His attention turned downward as he kissed over my breast and below, trailing over my ribs. His slight beard tickled my skin, causing goosebumps to break out all over.
“Ah!” I squealed as he nipped at my ribs.
He laughed low at the sound.
His kisses trailed lower, over my stomach, his tongue swirling my belly button playfully before he kissed right above my cunt. I wanted him there. Something told me he’d be good at that.
Instead of going where I needed him most, he kissed down my inner thigh, towards my knee, and down my calf. I groaned in frustration, even though my pleasure was heightened even more.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you need?” he asked.
I didn’t know what to say. Or ratherhowto say it. I’d never had this kind of intensive foreplay. It was normally quickly roaming hands before they wanted to go all in. But Ellery was taking his time with me. Playing with me for his own enjoyment. And I kind of loved it.
He placed one final kiss onto my ankle then moved to my other leg, working his way up way too slowly for my liking. He reached my other knee.
“Please,” I begged once more.
I felt his smirk against my skin. “Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll provide.”
I mumbled something basically inaudible. Heknewwhat I needed. He was just toying with me.
“Let’s try this way then.”
He sat up, towering over my body. “Do you need me here?” he asked, his fingers trailing over my knee.
I shook my head.
“How about here?” he asked, touching over my hip.
I, again, shook my head.
We continued our game as he moved his hands over my arms, my legs, my belly. Until he slid down, further and further, until he ran his finger over my pussy, sweeping his fingers through my slickness.
“What about here?” he finally asked.
I gasped in relief at the touch. “Yes. Please.”
“There, was that hard?” he asked. His fingers circled me. Opening me up and swirling over my wetness.
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak. All of my focus was on where he was touching me. The final sensation I was yearning for.
I cried out in shock as I felt his tongue lap over my clit. My legs closed in response, but it was no use, he held them open, his head lodged tightly between them.
“You taste as sweet as I thought you would,” he said.
I didn’t know words could be such a turn on, but I was melting for him.
He finally stopped playing with me and dove straight in, eating me in earnest. He lashed over my clit, rolling it on his tongue. Every stroke had me barreling closer and closer towards climax. It built inside me, sending shivers down my spine and curling my toes.
His fingers circled my hole before entering, two at once. It was a slight stretch, with his fingers being so large. The dualsensation of the hard fucking he was giving me with his fingers, and the softness of his tongue had me falling off the edge.
My nerve endings sparked with pleasure as my entire body shook. He didn’t slow his pace, continuing to fuck me hard, his mouth never leaving my pussy.
