Drawing out a long kiss, he pumps his fingers, his eyes turning to hunting slivers as he looks up at me. “Does it feel this good when you do? You’re soaking my fingers like you’ve never been touched before.”
Rubbing his thumb in circles, he starts tapping upward, the pulsing motion causing embarrassing sounds from between my legsandmy mouth.
“No, you do it better,” I rush.
“Than? Who do I do it better than, Bunny?”
With a hot gust, he’s wrapping his forearms around my thighs, spreading me so far open my hips flatten to the nightstand, and he drops his criminal face in between my legs.
“Me… You do it better than me,” I moan pathetically, a long cry belting off my tongue from how good it feels to be sucked into his mouth.
Like he approves, he forcefully pins my legs in place and starts cycloning his tongue.
Needing to swap hands for stability, I drop my left hand back behind me and curl my tingling right hand over the whimpers coming out of my mouth.
His eyes cut up to me, his brows furrowing vexedly.
I uncover my mouth, keeping the sounds locked in my chest. “They’re gonna be back any minute, Razor. They’re gonna see us, maybe hear me from outside.”
Being a theatrical dick, he kneads into my thighs, rolling his eyes back and oscillating his head with the motion of his tongue. The groan he lets out rumbles against me. And I can’t say the vibration itself is riddling me with the sensation of burning alive.
It’s just the visual of him being enthusiastic while drowning my pussy with his saliva.
Everything is soaked.Dripping. The temperature seems to only be increasing in this room, which has us sticking together with sweat. But that’s not what’s puddling underneath me. His slippery tongue is salivating heavily, manifesting an even bigger mess to drain from my deprived core.
My hips jut forward, grinding tensely against his tongue with limited mobility. The lights flashing inside my body are stretching, ringing the bells that send my eyes rolling back.
I’m usually fast at silencing myself. I know how to smother my mouth and block my throat to harbor the release.
But I’m latching into his wet hair and letting the euphoria shred up my throat and circulate the room.
My shoulders twitch inward and my hips roll harder, shamelessly chasing the high that makes me forget about everything for a few minutes.
He’s not done.
He’s still consuming me, like he’ll be damned to miss a moment, a drop. Like, he wants someone to walk past the open door and see how much he enjoys taking my pain away.
The shocking jolts of too much tension rushes in a pervasive angst. My eyes round and my chest sinks, and I quickly push him away by his forehead.
“I’m done! Too much!” Wiggling loose in his masculine grip, I look straight at his arrogant stillness, crawling back until my spine hits the fan. “You can go.”
Gently sucking on his shiny bottom lip, he continues to match my eye contact, staring through the saturated dark hair lying over the beads of sweat on his nose and cheeks. “You kicking me out?”
I shrug timidly, trying to close my legs without him noticing.
Letting his hands drift along my moving thighs, he shifts up, inching over my trembling body until the musk on his breath is defeating the crappy fan and lingering over my mouth.
“Are you gonna keep thinking about me? Hm?” He vaguely raises a brow and tilts his head, punching me right in the heart with how warm his brown eyes are up close, how dark his moles are against the blood rushing beneath his cheeks.
“Is that a good idea?” I ask softly.
I don’t know when I closed my legs around him. It’s, like, my body wants him to stay for more. But my heart is reinforcing its gates to continue shutting him out.
He nods, running his fingers up my side.
The screen door in the living room screeches open, sending my heart up my throat, our eyes ensnaring to see who’s gonna make the first move.
Without saying a word, he quickly moves out from my legs, wafting a gust of his cologne and deodorant, and he leaves my bedroom, making sure to shut the door behind him.
