“Yes.” I lift my hips again, rubbing myself against his thigh, arching with my hands bound above my head, seeking the contact I crave.
He moves his mouth away from my face, the loss of his breath leaving my skin cold. If I had my hands free, I’d pull him back to my lips to feel the warmth of his mouth.
“Kiss me.” My voice is a desperate whisper. “Please.”
Rough hands slide up my nightshirt, then it’s falling open as both hands fondle my breasts. “I’m gonna kiss you. I’m gonna cover every inch of your body with my mouth.” His fingers pinch my nipples, causing my back to arch. “But first, I’m gonna live out my fantasy with these tits of yours.”
My body trembles as his thumb circles my nipple. “What fantasy?”
I gasp as his tongue licks my breast in long strokes, all the way from the under-boob to the peak. “The one I’ve had since you played hide and seek with the lollipop. Now be quiet while I live out my dream.” He bites my breast, causing another gasp, then he sucks like he’s drawing blood. The pain travels to my soaked centre, and I rock my hips again.
With a growl, he lifts himself from me. My body stills. The only sound is my panting breath and a click of metal, then the tearing of fabric.
I yelp as my cotton knickers are torn from my body. “You could have just taken them off.” The cool air swathes my sensitive flesh. My body tingles at the new sensation, my clit throbs and my thighs are slick with my dripping arousal.
“But it’s more fun this way.” Something smooth and warm presses against my folds. “Is this what you want? My big fat cock feeding your pussy?”
“Oh, my goodness. Yess.” I rock my hips as it slips through my folds.
With his cock rubbing my clit, his hands are back on my breasts. His rough palms are heaven on my skin. All these sensations all at once have me on the cusp of orgasm.
A hand lets go of my breast, then seconds later, I scream as a sharp stinging slap lands at the side of my boob.
“What was that for? You crazy fucker.” I use my legs to kick his thigh to get my own back for the sting, but I can’t deny the shockwave it sent ricocheting straight to my core.
“You remember your safe word?” Another slap to the other side has me yelping again, but that one wasn’t so harsh. “Tomorrow, when you look in the mirror and see my marks, you’re gonna remember this night and get yourself off thinking of me.”
“Wow, you have too much confidence.” I kick my legs again, but it’s like hitting a brick wall as they hit the hard muscles on his thighs.
“And you have too much sass, woman.” He grabs hold of my flailing legs, then pushes my thighs wide open. “Maybe this will keep you quiet.”
Before I can say another word, his head nuzzles between my thighs, and I’m sucking in air. Rough bristles from his beard scratch against my skin as his hard, wet tongue laps at my centre.
“Mmme.” I moan with each warm lick of his tongue hitting my clit. I can’t think of anything else but chasing my orgasm.
He licks faster like it’s his favourite ice cream. His arms hook under my thighs, and he burys his face further into me, sucking on my clit.
“That’s…that’s…a…mazing.” I’m never going to be able to get off with just my toys after this. I’m always going to want this man’s mouth. A man I don’t even know; right now, he could be Jack the Ripper for all I care.
“Sing for me, nightingale.” He slips a finger inside me, and I cry out in exultation. My song would give any choir a run for their money.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles, between sucking and licking and nipping at my folds. Then he adds another finger, stretching me wider and finding the spot I can’t reach myself.
My cries get louder, my hips rock in rhythm with his tongue. I fist the metal bars above my head as my back arches and my body stiffens with a climax so powerful I’m trembling.
He doesn’t let up. Even as my pussy clamps around his digits, he continues to lap at my clit, making my body convulse and shudder with aftershocks.
I lie limp and spent at his mercy, my pussy still pulsing from the earth shattering orgasm.
He slips his fingers from me with a squelch. “I felt you gush all over my fingers.” Then his tongue is licking at my entrance, lapping inside as far as it will reach. “Damn, woman, the taste of your pussy is my new favourite thing.”
“I might just come again if you keep doing that.” My thighs tremble around his head. I never want him to stop eating me.
“This?” His tongue dives inside, swirling around and cleaning me up from the inside while his nose presses at my sensitive spot, rubbing just where I need it. “Come on my face, nightingale.”
“Yes. Keep doing tha—” My voice cracks as another orgasm hits. It takes control of my body, arching my back and making my toes curl.
My bones turn to jelly as I flop out on the bed for the second time. “I can’t take any more.” I hum as his mouth presses kisses all over my sensitive flesh. He doesn’t even seem to mind about the light dusting of hair growing back there.
