"You look magnificent, Danika," he says, running a finger up and down my wet slit before bringing it to his lips. "And you taste like fucking heaven, too."
I smile at him, biting my bottom lip.
His head dips, and I feel him start sucking my clit, his tongue moving in circles.
I grip the sheets at the sudden rush of pleasure and bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
My eyes roll back, and I can feel him licking me, devouring me like a wolf that hasn't eaten in weeks.
The sensation is overwhelming, and for a moment, I almost feel vulnerable around him. I glance at the ring. It's still there. I tell myself to get the hell out of my head and enjoy what this man is doing to me.
I fist his black hair and start grinding against his mouth.
Victor slides his tongue into my entrance and fucks me with it, sliding in and out.
I moan loudly, unable to control myself any longer.
Victor growls as his hands grip my waist, keeping me in place to be eaten.
I feel my body start to tingle and hum, and fire starts between my legs and spreads through my veins.
Holy shit, I'm going to come.
Like, actually have an orgasm from a man.
It's been years since I've been able to, not for lack of trying, but because I can never get out of my head. And somehow, Victor's doing it.
I keep my right hand gripping his hair. I grind against him faster as I release my grip on the twisted sheets with my left hand, bring it up, and squeeze my breast.
"Fuck, just like that, just like that," I say, almost chanting it like a sinful, erotic mantra.
He listens and doesn't change a thing.
My body starts to feel like it's going to float. Every thought about him, every emotion, everything about this man comes to a head, like a spring being pulled tight.
And suddenly, it breaks.
A surge of ecstasy slams into me. My vision blurs as white, unfocused stars scatter across the backs of my eyelids.
My body feels both hot and cold as I come harder than I ever have before. Wave after wave of pleasure doesn't slow, and Victor doesn't let up.
He licks and sucks every last ounce of pleasure from me, taking everything.
I feel myself come back into my body as Victor slows, his warm tongue tasting me.
"Fuck," he says, kissing my thighs. "I could eat you every day."
He slides up, kissing me softly on my stomach, my sides, my breasts, and finally, my mouth.
I moan, tasting myself on his lips.
He then pushes my legs wider and slides a finger into me.
I arch my back, shaking my hips.
"I need to get you ready for me," he says, kissing me.
I look at him through hazy eyes and smile. "That feels so good, stretch me wider."
