He pulls back and a trail of saliva and my own juices drips from his mouth back onto my pussy. The most intoxicating, sinful sight, and the shit turns me on.
His tongue flattens against my pussy, a long drag bringing back to the edge, but something stirs, something more intense. He fucks me with his tongue, then with two of his fingers curling inside of me, hitting that exact nerve that will shoot off any vagina.
The intensity is too much and the pressure starts to build up inside. With his mouth clinging on to my clit, sucking it and his fingers curling inside me, a rush of pleasure rips through me, and a slight different wetness sprouts out. I cry out, tears welling up from the hidden emotions, coming into the light.
The horror in my face, I cover my face with the sheer embarrassment of it all. I peek through my fingers, as a low chuckle begs for my attention.
“Three,” he says. I have to tell him. But I don’t want to. But it’s too much, it’s getting there. It’s getting to the point where I’m concerned and soon we would both hate how we got here.
I don’t want to lose him, and lose him to his dark mind.
“Yellow.” I say it. I’m at the brink of testing my limits. He blinks at me, registering what I just said. His face softens, realizing that I’m trusting him to do the right thing.
He scoots up closer to me, allowing me to sit up against the wall. He pulls a blanket over me as he starts to bury his head in my lap.
Our heartbeats start to sync up, for him and I yellow means to slow down, that I was almost at a breaking point, but he’s taking it as I’m saying red.
“Keola, honey, talk to me.”
He exhales deeply. He wraps his arms around my waist.
“I can’t lose you,” he says.
I tilt his face, “I’m right here.”
“I know, but,” he fights for his words, “I don’t know, the way they were talking about you. The way we just had to sit there and take their shit.”
“That doesn’t explain this.” I answered back.
“Call it possessive, call it a need to know that they couldn’t take you away,” he tries to explain.
Then I realized, “You wanted reassurance that I’m here, not running away.”
A gentle nod. My devilish man, my protector.
“No amount of words or threats are going to keep me from here. From you. You hear me?” I place my forehead on his, I start running my fingers through his hair, soothing his fears away.
He’s scared to lose me.
Someone is frightened that I will be gone.
“I promise you this, angel, I’ll drag myself to hell to bring you back.”
I giggle, “My modern day Opherus.”
We sit like this for a while, before one of us works up the courage to move.
“Honey, we have to go.” I pout.
His low grumble vibrates between us, “Do we have to?” His cock springing awake, making an impression through his briefs.
“Mmm… if you can make it number four in one minute, I think we can fix someone who has been patient enough,” I tease, lifting the waistband away pulling his briefs off. My hand grazes across his cock, tempted to guide him to his favorite place. He takes the hint as he lays be back, spreading me like a feast, entering he slides his length through me, slowly, enough to stifle out a groan.
“Fuckk, angel.”
“Be a good little grim wolf, and tell this angel what you want.” the temptress in me echoes.
I slid up and back down slowly on his cock.
