Goddamnwhat I wouldn’t do to make love to this woman.
Her hands tug at my hair and I realize she’s guiding me to her other breast. Smirking, I allow her to take control for just a moment, following the direction she tugs until I’m sucking again on her other nipple.
“Dominus,” she begs, my name just a breathy whimper.
I want to speak so badly, to tell her how I feel, how badly I want to sink inside of her, how it’s been me all along.
All. Along.
But I can’t. This isn’t the way I come clean, not while I’m ravishing her.
So I push my betrayal aside and focus on the woman in my arms.
With a playful tap on her ass, I slide my hand down as I kiss my way down her stomach, then I lift her thigh—
“Oh god, yes,” she cries, eagerly following my lead until she’s got one leg draped over my shoulder. I kiss up the inside of her thigh, licking and nipping at her tender flesh as I make my way to her core, still with that one hand gripped on her neck, keeping her head tilted back. Her fingers twist in my hair, nudging me closer to her cunt.
I have to bite back a smile at how needy she is.
I press my nose to her mound of curls, breathing in deeply and trying to memorize the scent of her in case it’s the last time I ever find myself between this woman’s perfect legs.
Then I drag my tongue through her folds and nearly moan as the taste of her hits my tastebuds, salty and sweet, tart and so fucking delicious I think nothing will ever even come close tothis moment again. I plunge my tongue inside her, pressing as firmly as I can to get as deep as I can, and her hips rock forward.
Good girl.
I wish I could tell her to follow her body’s demands, to trust herself to seek what she needs, but as I continue to lick and toy with her sweet cunt, I realize I don’t have to say a word.
She rocks her hips, riding my face as I eat her out.
The sounds she makes, hot fucking damn, they’re incredible. Each whimper and moan shoots a path straight down to my cock. My balls are taut, tight up against my body, begging for release.
“Oh, fuck,Dominus,” she cries.
She’s so close.
And so am I. Too fucking close.
I shake my head, pushing that thought aside because fuck it. Lapping at her wetness, I press my nose against her clit and move from side to side, engaging as much of her flesh as possible to overwhelm her with sensations. With the hand I have bracing her ass, I move between her legs and drive two fingers inside her. My body jerks in response to the clenching of her walls.
My thighs tense and flex.
I close my eyes as I push us both over the edge.
“Sir,please.”
It’s that fuckingpleasethat does me in. My own hips jerk forward and I moan against her hot flesh as I come, fingers flexing around her throat, the other hand pumping in and out of her in punishing strokes.
Her thighs tense.
Her hands freeze in my hair.
And when she comes,fuck me, she comes with a gush of arousal that soaks my tongue, drips down my chin.
Her body quakes and quivers, and when the last wave has torn through her, the leg she’s standing on begins to give out, buckling even as I hold her up.
I lower her to the floor, quickly placing a pillow behind her head, then adjusting her mask so she can’t catch a glimpse of me. I take a moment to really drink her in, from that beautiful, swollen paradise between her legs to the marks I left on her stomach, her breasts, to that knockout smile.
My god, that smile is a sight to see.
