His head lifted to allow his lips to smooth over her nipple. “I’m pleasuring you, baby,” he growled. “And how I’ve dreamed of pleasuring you. ”
Paige pushed her head deeper into the pillow behind her as she lifted, trying to get closer.
“I can’t think,” she cried out. “Let me think. ”
She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t draw in enough oxygen to push the sound free.
As she fought for breath, fought to find a way to think, to consider what she was doing, she felt his hand move from the curve of her breast, his fingers stroking, rubbing, easing slowly down her torso, over her lower stomach, then brushing against the light growth of curls at the top of her sex.
Her fingers curled against his hand as his fingers slid through the slick, saturated slit of her pussy. He parted the swollen folds, the roughened fingertips rubbing and stroking until his fingers found her straining c0">Her finrawing another cry from her lips.
She loved it. Each touch. It was incredible.
It was like little flares of lightning piercing her clit each time he stroked around it, sending flames to caress her pussy.
Her hips jerked, pushing closer, feeling his fingers rake against the opening of her saturated cunt. She could feel her juices, thick and heated as they coated the folds and then his fingers.
The need for more, the need to have his fingers filling her was making her crazy.
“What do you want, Paige?” he groaned, his voice rough. “Tell me, baby, and I’ll give it to you. ”
“You know what I want,” she protested weakly.
She couldn’t think. She couldn’t make sense of the impulses surging through her system.
“Let me hear it,” he demanded roughly. “Tell me what you want. How should I touch you?”
She shook her head, imperatively. So many fantasies. She wanted so much, needed so much. How was she supposed to settle for just one touch?
“How sweet and soft your pussy feels, Paige. ” His lips moved against her nipples again. “I love the feel of it against my fingers, but I want to feel it on my tongue. The way your juices feel, the tug of your pussy as I fuck my tongue inside you. The feel of you coming on my tongue—”
“Oh God!” She was so close.
She nearly raced over the edge of completion; she was that close, that sensitized.
She wanted to feel his tongue as she felt his fingers now. Licking over her, stroking her past reason.
“Let me touch you. ” She breathed out roughly. “Let me go, Abram. ”
“Not yet. ” His teeth raked against her nipple. “Just take the pleasure, Paige. Just for a minute, sweetheart. ”
It was too destructive. Being effectively bound, restrained, and touched with devastating results.
“I want to touch too,” she demanded roughly.
His fingers waited at the entrance of her sex, two broad, strong digits tucking against the clenched opening as she stilled. She stared up at him and fought to breathe as he began pushing inside the snug depths of her pussy.
Her hips surged upward. The feel of his fingers stretching her, pushing inside her, would have had her screaming in violent pleasure if she could have just breathed.
As his fingers tormented her pussy, thrusting in, stoking an erotic, blazing heat through it, Abram moved his lips to her other breast, found the tight peak of her nipple, and sucked it in.
The alternating sensations, the flashes of electric pleasure surged from her nipple to her clit with each draw of his mouth, from her pussy to the rest of her body with each stroke of the two fingers inside her.
“Lick it,” she moaned, needing that particular stroke against her nipple. “Lick it, Abram, just a second. ”
She wanted to come. She needed to come now.
Her hips arched and rotated, working her pussy on his thrusting fingers as rapid, desperate cries fell from her lips.