He was a man full of surprises, lifting me up by several inches.
“Oh, my God. Oh… God.” Swaying more than before, I clawed his shoulders even before he placed my knees on the armrests. I wasspread wide open for him, my glistening pussy just inches from his mouth.
His grip was firm, holding me in place, yet I remained with stars floating in front of my eyes.
When he said nothing, I realized his mouth was still full of champagne. I had no time to wonder what the hell he was doing before he jutted my hips forward, placing his mouth on my pussy.
The dazzling sensations were overwhelming, leaving me shaking almost violently. I was in utter shock from the cold wave of bubbles and as he pushed his tongue past my swollen folds, I was certain I’d fallen into pure ecstasy. I’d never felt anything like what he was doing. I hadn’t read anything in my romance novels so sinfully decadent.
He was methodical in his actions, licking every drop of liquid while his thumbs played havoc with my clit.
“Yes. So bad. So…” I bit my lower lip as pleasure rolled through me. As soon as I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling, he began to feast, his tongue a lethal weapon. I couldn’t think, but who cared at this point. Just being able to enjoy the moment without reservation or fear was everything I’d ever wanted.
Every sound he made was barbaric, which only added to the sultry moment. Every heated breath he splashed across my pussy created electric vibrations. My core was on fire, twisting and turning in sweet revelry from lust and need. He dragged his tongue up the length of my pussy before taking my clit into his mouth.
As he sucked my tender tissue, the sound echoed in my ears. My body continued gyrating, the pulse matching the ragged beatingof my heart. Talk about magic. This was exactly the kind of magic I craved. Black or otherwise.
And perhaps needed.
A touch of surreal to replace the ugliness of the last week.
“There are thousands of people in the city,” he half whispered, the velvety smooth tone dancing across my skin. “And they’re all watching a very bad man feast on your sweet pussy. How does that make you feel?”
My mystery man knew I was still shaking, his hold possessive. “Like a very bad girl.”
“And you are.” His growl permeated the space, vibrating against my skin. I threw my head back again, this time cinching my eyes closed. As the handsome man drove his tongue and fingers deep inside, I shifted back and forth until the friction and his intense actions drove me to a point of losing all sense of control.
There was no doubt I’d punctured his skin with my nails as an incredible rush of pleasure jetted through me.
While my mouth was open in a savage scream, there was no sound, not even a harsh breath. The wave of electricity and dense vibrations was pure rapture, taking me away from myself.
He refused to stop, licking me furiously. Every sound he emitted was that of a wild animal gorging on his food.
I managed to press one hand against my mouth, half laughing as the pleasure crested in wave after wave. Expensive cologne filled my lungs, the scent of a man who’d never been denied in any aspect of his life.
Including by a woman.
On this night, I could be anyone I wanted to be. I’d chosen to be a vixen, something I had no business being. But if he was disappointed, I wouldn’t know it.
Yet there was no doubt in my mind he required absolute control.
His tongue was as unforgiving as the man himself, lapping up every ounce of cream while continuing to thrust his fingers deep inside. I twisted in his hold, no longer the quiet mouse I’d been before. Now my sounds equaled his, torturous in the near desperate need for more.
A single climax rolled into another, a spectacular wave that left me aching all over.
With every scattered breath I took, he pressed his moist lips against my leg. I kept my eyes closed, every shudder keeping me on the delicious precipice.
Another moment of feeling as if I was floating brought my umpteenth nervous laugh. He had a way of keeping me anxious. Not by intent but by his presence alone.
As soon as he eased me to the floor, I sensed him rising to his feet. Only when he was towering over me did I dare open my eyes. I had no idea what to expect.
“Close your eyes for me.” Every command he issued was not to be questioned. I did as I was told, finding it immensely appealing to be so obedient. Every movement heightened my senses. He pressed his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward.
With only a few steps taken, he stopped me from moving forward.
He had full control over me, his presence only inches behind both oppressive and exciting.
I sensed he was still testing me, even encouraging me with his subtle gestures to misbehave.
