I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that I brought up the fact that I’m not completely bare down there, or that Luci knows how I taste.
Within seconds, this thought doesn’t matter as he dips his head to me and my mind blanks.
My grip on his curls tightens as he strengthens his hold around my thighs, forcing my legs wider as they try to clench around his head.
“Relax,” he breathes, cool air mixing with wet heat and sending a shiver racing up my spine.
“I-I can’t.”
Luci must take this as a good sign because he doesn’t say anything else as he lowers his mouth over me again. It’s impossible to think as he sucks on me before circling me with his tongue.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I can’t help but want more. Luci seems to sense this as his tongue slips lower to part me before slipping back up to suck on me again. Heat floods body and my cheeks as I let out an involuntary moan, my fingers twisting in his hair.
Luci takes this as encouragement as he tightens his hold on my hips to keep me more firmly against him. Sucking harder, his tongue traces me and I have to grab handfuls of the bedding as I try to maintain some kind of grip on reality.
My mind spins as my body burns with a raging fire of wanton desire. I want him to finish me, to take me and fill every inch of me with himself. Of course, just as I’m mere seconds away from coming, Luci pulls away and I let out a whimper of dismay.
He chuckles at this, giving my body a minute to calm down even as I desperately try to force his mouth back to my body.
“Are you sure you’re enjoying this?” Luci teases, blowing a cool burst of air over me that sends a shiver of fury and anguish surging through my abdomen.
“Please, Luci. I can’t keep going like this.”
“Like what?”
“Unsatisfied,” I say, my mouth dry. “You don’t understand, every time one of you touches me … I feel like I’m a dam ready to burst, but no one ever releases the flood. It’s too painful to keep this up.”
“You have no idea how much I understand.”
Before I have a chance to question him, his mouth has covered me again this time working me with a new level of urgency. I moan loud as my body begs to release itself, my fingers tightening as my body tries to arch into him but can’t.
Luci’s arms keep me firmly against the bed, controlling my movements as he devours me. I want to scream, to release all the pent of sensations that have built within me, but I can’t.
Not yet.
I swear, every time that I’m just a few more seconds away from finishing, Luci pulls away and I want nothing more than to tear him limb from limb … until he connects with me again, and I suddenly want nothing more than him to ravish me in every way possible.
I’m panting and exhausted as Luci pulls away once again.
“Please, Luci. I can’t take anymore,” I plead.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“Just finish me, please. Any way you want, just do it.”
“You’re a naughty little thing, you know that?” Luci says, pulling even further away, much to my dismay.
I have no idea what he means by this, especially seeing howthey’rethe ones who keep initiating things … but then again, I suppose I do tend to be the one to try to push things further.
No, it’s not my fault that when they touch, me my body naturally reacts.
“I am not,” I retort.
“Oh? Then what would you call someone who begs her captors for sex? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”