Over the loud sounds of his hand working its way in and out and my moans reaching an octave I didn’t know possible, Locke says, “That means you come first. And second. Third, too. Fourth, if you can handle it. Fifth, if you’re conscious.”
“Locke,please.”
It’s too hot. Sweat gathers in every fold of my body. Every place we touch is sticky and damp.
I crave it. I want more of it.
The crest of my orgasm moves closer and closer to the surface, and I cry out, “I’m going to come if you keep going.”
The deep sound of his laugh crawls around my nerves. His hand doesn’t stop—just continues fucking into me and rubbing expertly into my clit. It’s more intense than any other orgasm I’ve had.
“Good. Come for me, Princess.”
Everything comes alive. A loud, unholy moan forces its way out of my throat. I arch my entire body off the bed, legs shaking and muscles tightening painfully tight around Locke’s fingers while my climax crashes into my body.
He knows that name is special to me. I’ve wanted someone to use it out of adoration, and not spite, for so long. I don’t know if Locke understands the feelings it invokes in me to hear it used how I’ve always imagined it. I’m not sure I fully understand it, but my body does, thrumming all over.
The wave of bliss feels like it lasts forever before my breath catches up to me. My entire body is sensitive. I don’t know when Locke let my wrists go, but the feeling of his hand running along my thigh is ten times more electric than usual. His harsh grip forcing my knees apart is controlled, and intense, and I sigh contently.
“That was so fucking good.”
“We’re not done.”
Locke makes good on everything he promises me. What must’ve been seconds after my first orgasm, he stuffs his head between my thighs and licks his way through my slit.
The plastic of his glasses pressing into my skin, and the wet heat of his tongue flicking against my clit, is overwhelming. I gasp for whatever air there’s left and grip onto his sheets desperately.
“Oh my gosh.” My body takes over. I don’t think anymore. Just let my hips roll themselves into his mouth while thevibrations of his groans shoot themselves across my skin. I start to mindlessly speak. Nothing really makes sense except the white-hot pleasure Locke is sending throughout my body.
“I didn’t know it felt like this. Oh my gosh, it’s so fucking good. It’s so good.”
The pressure stops for a moment, but the vibrations of his voice keep it impossible to breathe. “You didn’t know?”
“No.” I whine and writhe and push my hips back into his mouth.
More. I want more.
“Princess.” He says that fucking nickname again, and I moan pathetically. “Is this the first time someone has eaten you out?”
“Yes.” I’m able to form a coherent answer, meaning the sensitivity of my orgasm is wearing off. Whining, I clutch onto his blonde hair and push his mouth back onto where I want him.
Locke doesn’t waste another moment. His hands fold my legs further, roughly pushing me down into the mattress. He’s not careful. His mouth is ravenous, tongue moving around my pussy furiously and nose pressing into my clit at just the right spot.
The sensitivity works back into me. I feel the crest return almost as quickly as it left and thrust my hips into his mouth without abandon.
His glasses are indenting into the flesh of my thigh when he sucks harshly once, twice, and that delicious rush of heat andLockeruns through me again. Legs shaking, back arching, moans tumbling out of my throat.
I forget everything. The only thing tethering me to the world is Locke licking the skin of my folds and kissing the stretch lines around my thighs.
His pecks move around the curves of my body while I return to earth.
“Take a breath,” he says softly, like it’s easy.
By the time I’ve relaxed my body into the sheets, he’s kissed his way to my temple.
“I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that many times with someone before.” I confess mindlessly.
It slipped out while I became aware of what happened. It’s not meant to stir anything in Locke, but his eyebrows knit together and he turns his nose up.
