Fox pulls back to look at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “What was that?”
I scowl, jutting my chin out in a pout. “Don’t you want to fuck me.”
“Are you serious?” He groans, rolls his eyes, then lifts both hands to push my hair back from my face. “I want to do more than fuck you, witch. I haven’t thought about anything else but you in months.”
A tiny thrill shoots through me, and I bite my lip. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He shakes his head, looking as if he’s fighting a smile. “You’re always so impatient.”
I gasp as he drops one hand from my hair and his fingers find their way between my legs, rubbing soft circles against my clit. The sensation is too much—like wildfire spreading through my body—and I moan, and rock into his hand at the same time as I want to pull away.
“I can’t,” I gasp.
He sticks his tongue out, licking a long, deliberate line up my throat. “But you’re so pretty when you come for me.”
“Then let me come while you’re inside me.”
“Needy little witch,” he mutters, tone almost scolding. “Not until you’re ready.”
Oh, I’m ready. I’m almost embarrassingly ready and I can feel myself dripping all over his stomach. I’d be bothered, except that I know he likes me like this—drenched and desperate.
Fox tortures me with his fingers for a few more minutes, then finally lifts me off his lap, his strong hands gripping my waist, and places me on the bed. His eyes darken as he leans close, his breath hot against my ear, fingers trailing down my spine. “On your knees.”
Excitement zips through me, and I grow somehow even wetter just knowing what’s coming next. Sinking to my knees inthe center of the bed, I lean forward, pressing my cheek against the cool sheets, ass in the air. The bed creaks as Fox shifts behind me. My breath catches, muscles tightening with a delicious shiver of anticipation.
I’m expecting that he’s going to fuck me now, so I’m surprised when instead his rough palms slide up the backs of my thighs, thumbs spreading me apart. The air feels cool against my exposed skin for one heartbeat, two—then his warm breath ghosts across my center, followed by the wet velvet heat of his tongue.
A sharp sound escapes my throat, high and breathless, and his grip on my thighs tightens, fingers digging into my flesh as a low, appreciative rumble vibrates against my sensitive skin.
He gives me another long, slow lick, then another, delving deeper with each stroke, fucking my entrance with his tongue.
When he reaches around to massage my clit between two fingers, I arch against his mouth, a strangled sound escaping my throat as my body tightens around nothing, desperate for more.
“Oh Gods. I can’t. I can’t.” I whimper, not entirely sure what I’m saying. It’s too good—too intense—and I can’t take any more of it. I’m not sure if I’m going to come or pass out.
He keeps licking me until I’m trembling and whimpering. My spine curves like a drawn bow and my fingers clench around handfuls of the sheets. Then, Fox’s tongue ventures higher, exploring a new, untouched territory.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, my entire body clenching at the unexpected sensation.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper against my heated skin.
I whimper. I’m not really sure…
He does it again, tongue flickering against that sensitive, taboo place where no one has ever touched me before. I moan again. Yes, I like it, but it feels strange and vulnerable in anentirely new way, and it’s not enough to satiate the pulsing emptiness inside me. I need him to fuck me or I’m going to cry.
I glance over my shoulder, my hair falling across my flushed face, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. “Please.”
The burning heat in his gaze flare white hot. “Fuck, I love when you beg.”
“Please,” I say again. My fingers dig deeper into the sheets, knuckles white with tension as I arch my back further, pressing myself against him in silent invitation.
He makes an inaudible sound in the back of his throat. “Okay little witch, you win.”
I keep watching over my shoulder as he grips his straining cock in one hand and I can see a glittering bead of precum on the tip. He drags the head of his cock over my dripping entrance, then pushes into me in a single stroke.
I’ve been teetering on the edge of an orgasm for what feels like hours, and the moment he enters me I tip over that edge. All my muscles tighten and I bury my face deeper in the blankets to muffle my scream. Fox’s hands fall on my ass, and he pulls me back against him, then draws out again, bouncing my entire body against his cock as I ride out the tremors of my orgasm.
“Fuck,” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re so goddamn perfect. I love feeling you come for me.”
