Teeth scrape across the tip and something inside of me clenches. He pulls back another suckle, this one harder than before, and I squirm.
Inside me, pleasure and fear continue to war, and I’m not sure which will win. I want to push him away. Yet, I also want to pull him closer.
As his mouth works me over, laving and worshipping one breast before moving on to the other, I can’t help but wonder what comes next. What can he do to me? What can he make me feel?
My skin warms and tingles in anticipation.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” he breathes out, his head coming up for air. “I’ve been waiting three fucking days to do this.”
With a growl, he grabs my breasts and squeezes them in his big hands. For the first time, I realize he has callouses. Callouses that scrape and dig into my flesh.
He squeezes and squeezes, molding my globes in his rough hands.
I feel myself arching up, feel myself pushing myself into his grip. I shouldn’t want this, I shouldn’t, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t like it.
Maybe it’s because I was so close to death, but right now, in his hands, for the first time in three days, I finally feel alive.
“Fuck… these tits. I want to fuck these tits,” he grunts, and it’s so dirty to me, so scandalous, I don’t know how to respond to it.
No man has ever talked to me like this before. No man has ever handled me like this before.
I’m more than a little floored by it.
His hips rock forward, and I feel the hard bulge in his pants prodding at my sex.
“Three fucking days,” he growls, and his grip on me suddenly tightens. “Three fucking long days I’ve had to wait to get you in my bed.”
I cry out as his hardness rubs against my clit.
“Three days I’ve been thinking about fucking you, Beth,” he rumbles with another roll of his hips. “Thinking about how I’m going to take you, how I’m going to fucking claim you.”
He gives my breasts one last squeeze and then he begins to slide down. His lips and beard drag down my tummy, and his eyes remain locked on mine, full of dark intent.
I start to panic as he nears my belly button.
“What are you doing?” I gasp and start to sit up.
His hands come down on my breasts and he pushes me back down to the bed.
“Enjoying what I bought,” he grins and looks down.
I squirm beneath his appraisal, never before feeling so revealed, so vulnerable. And just when I think it can’t get any worse, that I can’t feel anymore humiliated, his hands come down to my thighs and he spreads me wide open.
“Beautiful,” he growls.
“Oh, god,” I groan and try to arch away from him.
Hands locked around my thighs, he holds me in place as his head dips down. I feel the tickle of his beard before I feel his tongue dragging through my folds.
“So fucking innocent,” he rumbles, and I reach down, trying to push his head away.
He growls and resists my push.
The tip of his tongue flicks against my clit. The jolt of sensation that courses through me is so strong, so intense, I jerk.
“So fucking sweet,” he says appreciatively, and drags his tongue through my folds again.
He laps at me and suckles my clit into his hot mouth until I’m coming undone, my reservations forgotten.
I don’t even realize when his hand moves. I’m so caught up in the pleasure and new sensations, I’m spreading my legs eagerly for him.
My head thrashes from side to side and all these little throaty moans keep pouring from my lips.
When I touched myself alone in my room at night, it never felt like this.
Hands now gripping at his hair, tugging, I try to pull him closer in encouragement.
His tongue presses hard against my clit, swirling around and around, and then something hard is probing at my entrance.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, his warm breath washing over all the wetness he left.
There’s a slight pinch, and then that hard thing slides through my wetness, spreading me open.
I whimper and try to close my legs, locking my thighs around his head. It doesn’t stop him. No, if anything, it makes his mouth that more ravenous.
The pain is uncomfortable at first, but then, strangely, it seems to amplify all the pleasurable sensations I’m experiencing.
“Fuck,” he rasps as I feel myself clenching around him, trying to pull him in. He’s almost there. So close to where I need it. “You like that, baby?”
The hard thing works in and out of me, gliding along with my wetness. This incredible pressure begins to build inside me, filling me with warmth and neediness.
I begin to rock my hips, chasing… something. I don’t know what. An explosion. The end?