“I’m the only god you need to concern yourself with for the rest of the night.”
My mouth is on her faster than another sweet moan can pierce my ears.
Thayla
24
Oh. My. Gods.
Where did this version of my genius, very formal, straightforward, and very literal man come from?
I won’t lie and say I didn’t come into his room tonight with the intention of progressing our relationship. I truly did want to talk about my feelings, though, but I had hoped my openness would encourage him to kiss me.
I never would’ve assumed that one kiss would swiftly lead to this.
I have zero intentions of stopping it.
The intensity was already set from our heart-to-heart, then Ifeltit shift in a different direction.
His emotions suddenly consumed me.
It was like standing over a kettle, waiting for it to boil. It started slow, a quiet hum of heat beneath the surface, until the pressure built and built, impossible to ignore. The whistle of steam inevitable.
That’s all I heard, a whistle in my ears until he kissed me.
Now he’s wrecking me in the most delicious way.
The first few strokes of his tongue were purely feral, like he needed to lick up every ounce of me.
Then they became experimental.
Every move was weighed. He judged my reaction and adjusted accordingly.
It took him less than thirty seconds to figure out exactly how I like it.
I want to tell him to wait. To slow down. Let me cherish and embrace every second.
My toes clench the sheets, heat spreads up my spine, and I slam my eyes shut, trying to hold it off.
“No, I don’t want to come yet,” I moan.
“I’m going to make you come again right after. Let go.”
Fuck.
His two-second pause wasn’t enough time for the orgasm to fade away.
I explode.
My silent scream steals the oxygen attempting to get to my brain and black spots dance across my eyes.
The ragged breath I finally drag in subtly morphs into a moan as he leisurely pumps a finger in and out of me.
My clit throbs, both with the need for him to touch it and stay the hell away from it.
I prop myself up the slightest bit so I can see him better, and my jaw drops as I watch him, watch his finger move in and out of me.
Even with his eyes cast down, the hunger written across his face is clear.
