As he sucks at my nipple, I feel him tensing, like it’s taking everything in him to go slow. Then he releases my nipple and holds himself over me with thick, shaking arms.
Something has snapped in him again. The look on his face is as alarming and visceral as when he threatened to fuck me over the bar.
He’s staring at me with wide eyes and flared nostrils, his beautiful, marbled chest heaving like he’s out of breath. His back teeth grind as he contemplates me, my heartbeat pumping erratically.
I hold the air in my lungs, suddenly afraid of what he’s going to do, then he launches at me, kissing me ferociously, pressing my whole body into the bed with the force of his desire. His mouth attaches to mine, greedily sucking the life from me, as his hands grope me everywhere like I could slide from his grip at any second.
He takes handfuls of me, kneading and stroking, rubbing and caressing. My skin feels alight with lust. I’m out of my mind with pleasure when he tears his lips away and fastens them to my collarbone.
He French kisses every inch of my chest, my ribs, my waist, the soft flesh of my stomach. By the time he’s at my hips I’m incoherent. I can’t even think straight. His stubble scratches delectably at my skin, making goose bumps erupt everywhere.
When his mouth hovers over the apex of my thighs, I instinctively grip the comforter in tight fists. His hot breath curls my unshaved hairs, sweeping them up in a blissful dance.Every nerve ending in that area is primed, throbbing and aching for him to touch me.
I’ve never felt a man’s tongue down there. I’ve never felt anything hot and wet between my legs. Even my vibrators were always kept painstakingly clean, dry and sanitized. And as for something that mightmove… Oh God.
Fear of the unknown grips me.
“Breathe, Erin,” he whispers, hoarse.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. As I let it out, he dips between my legs and pushes his tongue between my folds. The breath turns to a loud sigh. My entire body feels electrified. He sweeps his tongue from the space between my legs up to the front, to my clit, where he circles the tip around it softly.
The sensation of my eyes rolling back in my head goes unnoticed as all my senses are narrowed on what he is doing with his tongue… No, his mouth. Heat spreads across my entire sex and he latches his whole mouth to me, sweeping his tongue in a lapping motion, but slowly, as though he’s tasting me. I grind against him, shamelessly. I don’t ever want this to stop. How have I missed out on this for an entire sex life?
He presses a long, slurring kiss to my clit and lifts his lids.
“Fuck me and all things holy, Erin. You are the making of an addict. I can’t get enough of your pussy.”
I shudder at his filthy words.
“Hold still my angel,” he soothes, then delves into me again, slowly and exploratively.
Lick by lick, his tongue ventures closer to my entrance and instead of pulling away in embarrassment, I find myself pushing a little down the bed toward him. Whatever the hell he’s doing to my clit and everything around it, I want that party inside me. Now.
“This feelsinsanelygood,” I pant.
“This is nothing, baby,” he purrs, then he does the thing I want him to do and slides his tongue inside me. It seems to lengthen, finding surfaces inside that I haven’t felt before. His nose rubs my clit as he fucks me with his tongue. In and out and swirling, and fuck, I think I’m going to come.
This never happens to me.
Gerard would always fuck me dry. It was painful, often. I would wait until he jumped in the shower—an inevitability—then take out my quietest vibrator and get myself off.
That’s if I had the time anyway.
More often than not I had to do the school run or pick up groceries or the dry cleaning or finish making dinner. If Gerard had had a tongue like this and used it with as much skill, the groceries would have waited and I’d probably weigh a few pounds less.
He presses his hands into my thighs, spreading them wider, pushing his tongue an extra half inch. I can’t help but writhe on it, because I’m… so… close.
“Oh God. There. Right there. Ohfuck.”
He takes me at my word and tongue fucks me to the most intense orgasm of my life.
The room goes white, my eyes roll back and something untamed and, frankly, delirious comes out of my throat. His palms knead my thighs while he continues to penetrate me like a crazed animal.
The pressure builds again, and… no. There’s way fucking way…
“I’m coming again—ohGod. Augusto… don’t stop.”
He growls into my pussy like he’s competing in an Olympic sport and winning against all the odds.
