"How’s this?" He gently touched the bandage, which he’d been carefully doctoring.
"Fine." That was no word of a lie. My current discomfort was definitely clit-centric.
I blinked, bowing forward onto my forearms, resting my weight there to ease the strain between my thighs, then I felt him move back, and his fingers dipped between my ass cheeks.
Rubbing the now-covered rosette, he murmured, "I’m glad this is untouched."
"Not for long, though, I think."
He reached down and I yelped when he bit my ass cheek. "Yes, not for long."
"G-Good. I want you to own every part of me, Aidan," I whispered, meaning it, but also needing him to stop teasing me and I wasn’t averse from using my words against him.
He rewarded me by raking his short, blunt nails against my flesh again, which made the blood flush to the surface and had me dipping up and down on tiptoes as I tried to both avoid his touch and lean into it.
He bit down on a fleshy part of my ass again, then he growled and straightened up. "Fucking leg."
Aidan stepped back, then limped around the sofa. About to ask what the hell he was doing when he was getting to the good stuff, I watched him strip out of his shirt, which he flung to the ground without a care unlike me, then unfastened his zipper.
When his cock bobbed out, free from boxer briefs getting in the way, I licked my lips as he maneuvered around so that he could lie flat on the sectional.
"Come and put that pussy where it belongs."
Eyes wide, I whispered, "On your dick?"
He arched a brow. "My face, baby girl, my face."
Melting, I quickly dashed around the sofa and clambered over the armrest. He chuckled when my knees pinned him on either side of his head, and then his hands were on my ass—in a hold that was coming to be a signature move of his—and he was urging me down against him.
His tongue flickered against the silk, which was delicate enough that I could feel it, but it was dampened by the fact that something was between his tongue and my clit.
Like he knew, he sucked harder, but as much as it pleasured me, it was a tease. I thought he was aware about that too, and I knew why: I wasn’t sitting on his face. His hands urged me to rest on him, to settleright there, but I kept some tension in my thighs. However, the way the tie dampened the sensation had desperation overtaking me.
Flinging caution to the wind, I ground my pussy into his face, uncaring if he couldn’t fucking breathe, just needing more of him, needing him to give me what I was dying to have, forgetting that he was supposed to be punishing me for not behaving, not even realizing that this had been his intention all along.
As I rocked against his face, my arms clung to the back of the sofa for support, and then, his finger made an appearance.
Goddamn that finger.
It swiped deep between my thighs, just by my perineum which I knew had soaked the silk through with my juices, and then tunneled higher to my ass. His thumb prodded the rosette through the silk, forever ruining what had probably cost a couple hundred dollars, and then his wily pointer finger slipped beneath it and flexed until it was inside me. Just the tip at first, but it had me clenching down around it.
I screamed when, for whatever godforsaken reason, that triggered my orgasm. The wail that escaped me was compounded by heavy grunts as I carried on grinding my pussy into his face, uncaring and oblivious, unashamed to chase my pleasure at that moment, more than I’d ever been in my life.
As I soared, he carried on, teasing me and taunting me, not stopping until I was a panting mess and was pulling away from him.
I arched up, evading that goddamn motor mouth, and I sobbed out, "No more, Aidan, no more!!!" When I saw his evil smirk, I wagged a finger at him. "No more orgasms." Then, realizing what I’d said, I quickly muttered, "For five minutes."
His smirk turned into a grin. "I don’t know, I’d hate for you to think that I didn’t listen to your needs." He grabbed the tie and pulled it tight, making me arch higher. "Get that pussy back on my face."
I moaned. "N-No."
He growled and I sobbed, but I almost flopped down, and this time, I realized he’d done something that meant his tongue was straight on my clit because the tie was digging into my labia in a way that hurt, but it made blood gather throughout my sex, making me hyper aware of the area as I squirmed on him.
There was no pretty way to describe the sounds that flooded around the room. If anyone could hear, they’d think a cat in heat was being bred or something, but sweet Jesus, the man’s mouth was a crime against nature in the best possible way.
As he dragged on my clit with his teeth, I yelped and that set me off so hard and so fast I sobbed as I rocked against him, using his fucking nose to help prolong the delicious agony.
When he thrust a finger inside me, managing to work one into my slit, I growled when he pushed down hard on the front wall of my pussy. All the while, he rubbed down against it, until I felt the weirdest sensation.