Her body is wound tight, and when I suck on her sweet little pearl, she screams my name and cums all over my fingers.
Eleven
DEMI
I gasp for air and try to catch my breath. This can’t be real. My whole body tingles with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, but it’s more than that. It’s Curt. He’s given me this pleasure and is offering me so much more along with it. He wants me to belong to him, and I want that more than anything else in the world.
Curt places kisses along the inside of my thigh, but his fingers stay firmly inside of me. Slowly, I open my eyes, already thinking about how to give him the same pleasure, but my mind blanks when he starts to pull his fingers out and then thrust them back inside of me.
“You cum so beautifully, angel. I want to see it again.”
“I don’t think—” My words are cut off when his mouth descends on my clit yet again. The man is relentless.
“You don’t have to think when I’ve got my hands on you,” he says against my sex before he’s licking and sucking all of me.
This time his fingers work faster, and at times I can feel him spreading them apart, stretching me. It’s a sweet burn that has me wondering if it will be the same when he slides his cock deep inside of me.
I moan thinking about him taking me fully in that way. I bet I’ll feel him there for days to come. Curt is a big man everywhere, and I’ve felt his cock pressed against me. It should scare me, but fear is the last thing I feel when it comes to him.
I pray it happens tonight. He said once he has me there will be no going back. I want that too. He thinks he’s tying me to him, but I don’t want to get away. The longer we wait, the more time he’ll have to change his mind. Now I’m afraid because I don’t want him to let me go.
“Angel.” I gasp when his hand comes down on the top of my thigh. “Stay with me,” he orders, pulling me back to the moment. “There you are.” He smiles against my clit before his tongue comes out and swirls around it. “You’re going to cum for me again, aren't you.” It’s not a question, but I answer it nonetheless.
“Yes.” I nod. I think I would give this man anything he asked for.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and a whimper leaves me as tears burn my eyes. I love his approval, even though it's something I didn’t know I needed until he gave it to me.
When he sucks my clit back into his mouth, I’m done for. I cry out his name as another orgasm rushes through my body. My sex locks around his fingers, and my orgasm keeps going. He draws it out, his tongue flicking back and forth on my clit. My legs start to shake, and I’m not sure I can take much more, but I don’t want to tell him to stop either. So instead I start to beg.
“Curt. Please.” I shake my head. “It’s too much.” He pulls his fingers out of me before he crawls back up my body.
“It can’t be too much, angel. I’m always going to want more when it comes to you.” He always knows how to say the exact right thing. “And you’ll always give me more, won’t you?”
“You can have everything.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I moan into his mouth when I taste myself because it feels like I’ve somehow marked him. I love it.
It makes me understand more why people wear wedding rings. I never really understood the concept of marriage. My mother went through so many men over the years, and I never cared for any of them. In fact, I told myself I’d never want a man. That’s laughable now because I can’t think about not having Curt.
I love the idea of putting a mark on Curt to show the world he's taken and he’s mine. Everyone would know with one glance that he had someone he adored and maybe one day loved. I want to mark every inch of him before someone else thinks they can try to take him from me.
I lift my hips, rubbing myself against him, and a small growl leaves me when I realize he has pants on.
“Angel,” he groans against my mouth.
“Take them off,” I huff between kissing him. I want to make more demands, but I enjoy my mouth pressed against his too much.
“Maybe we should wait.” Everything inside of me freezes, and a rush of panic floods through me. Is he changing his mind?
“Did I do it wrong?” I suppose I didn’t really do anything but lie there. Why did I just lie there? I should have tried to touch him more or been sexier.