He sits up, his heated eyes sending warmth straight to my core. “Hmm, I wonder what else makes you squirm like that.” My skin sparks where he traces a finger along the top band of my panties. “May I?”
Every nerve in my body is screaming for more, and the part of my brain that should be the voice of reason is dead silent. So, I put my hands over his and push them down, dragging the last bit of my clothing along.
He sucks his lips, and there might be a flash of hesitation in his eyes as he kneels between my legs. At least I had the forethought to do a little trim work of my own this time. His jaw is clenched tight, and he flexes his fingers on my lower thighs. Slowly, slowly, he slides a hand up my leg, following the curve of my thigh until he’s nearly at the place crying out for his touch.Just freaking touch me already!
And then he finally does, and my insides go haywire. His fingers are feather light against my sensitive skin, my breaths coming in short puffs as he once again traces a finger down, parting my lips and gathering the wetness there.
“So sweet,” he groans as he sucks the digit into his mouth, and this time, I don’t blush; it doesn’t make me cringe to watch him lick my wetness from his fingers. It makes me… Jeez, it makes me feel like I’m on fire.
His hands are slow and methodical, reverent as he explores the places he has only gotten to touch but not see. I wonder if he’s filing away all the little sounds I make as he touches me.Does he like those sounds? Am I doing it right?
“Aurelia,” he says, now lying flat on his stomach on the bed, his face so tantalizingly near the center of my need.Why does he look so sexy with his arms curled underneath my legs and his head tilted up between them?His electrifying eyes are locked hard on mine.
“Hmm?”
“I can hear you thinking.” He rubs his cheek on the inside of my leg, tickling me in the best way with his gorgeous beard.
“Is that a problem?” I stammer.
“Yes.” His lips are firm at the crease of my leg. “Stop.” He slides his tongue up the outside of one swollen lip, and my racing thoughts screech to a halt.
I try to mumble out something. Some sort of confirmation that I’m good and he’s good andoh, dear,please just do it already, but my mouth is so dry, and my brain is pure mush at this point.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathes against my aching mound.
He’s watching me through his impossibly long eyelashes. I think my lip is going to be permanently marked from the way I’ve chewed on it today. He shivers as I slide my fingers through his hair, caressing my nails over his scalp. I don’t think I can make words, but I need him. I need to know what hismouth feels like on me. I never knew my body could need something so badly. Biting hard on my lower lip, I nod.
“I need verbal confirmation, princess.”
“Friedrich,” I breathe. “Please.”
His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded as he crashes his mouth like a starving man to my clitoris. I don’t have time to be self-conscious of the cry that escapes me. It’s too much and not enough all at once as he swirls his tongue on that bundle of nerves. My hands are cramping from how tightly I’m fisting the sheets around me. But I’ve got to hold on to something because I’m afraid I might launch into space as his tongue parts my folds and teases at my entrance, and I’m all of the sudden very aware that I want something else in its place. I’ve never wanted that in my life, never imagined myself in such a position as this, never had the urge to do any more than a little heavy petting. But what Friedrich is doing to me now, if it feels this good, how amazing would the rest of it be?
“Oh, god,” I groan when he returns his attention to my clit. My legs tremble and shake while he licks and lathes and sucks and?—
“Fritz, oh my god!” I keen as all my nerves start to shoot off at once when he slips a finger into me.
He curls his finger inside my channel, and my thighs clamp tight around his head, seeking any kind of grounding, any inch of control over my body. I don’t even try to contain my cries as he coaxes me nearer and nearer to climax. This is not my body, this is not mybrain, this is not my life because nothing in my existence could feel this flipping incredible.
And he doesn’t stop. Even as I scream his name, his tongue still works the small bud, lapping and sucking and drawing every bit of ecstasy from my body. And when all the muscles in my body go slack and I feel like I might melt into this bed, only then does he slow, his mouth tender and gentle. He places a kiss on the top of my mound, settling back to rest his cheek in the crook of my leg.
Face still only inches from where I was just taken to new dimensions, he gazes up at me from under his lashes, and my heart is ready to burst. No one has ever looked at me like that. I stroke a hand through his hair again, and his eyes flutter closed, and he nuzzles in deeper.
“Friedrich,” I don’t know where I found any kind of voice. “That was…”
“Fucking incredible,” he murmurs, eyes still shut as he rubs small circles on my leg.
Wait, he liked it too?I didn’t know a guy could find pleasure in doing that. “Yeah, that. I… Geez, if I had known that’s what orgasms could feel like.”
His eyes are on me again, and I reach down to cup his cheek. “Have you never had one before, other than the last time that is?”
“Not a good one apparently,” I huff.
Something twitches against my lower leg, and I lift my head to see his hips cocked to the side, his penis still at full attention.
“And what about you?”
He pushes himself up and practically crawls up the bed so we’re now face to face, and his arousal presses into my side. I want to touch it again, want to hear him grunt and moan like before. Surely he needs release, too. I drape my hand on his hip, unsure if I should just go for it or wait for him to ask.
