“Mmm…”
His tongue from my vantage point was so long, it looked like he could wrap it round my inner thigh and tickle one of my ass cheeks with the tip. Who the hell was that a moment ago saying something about being scared? Couldn’t have been me.
He had me angled up enough to see where most of the action was taking place, and the sight of his hot pink tongue sliding against my blazing skin kept me flowing like a river after a hard rain. When he lifted his mouth and wrapped his lips around my clit, I choked down a hoarse moan and lost control of my shaking body. It was so damn good. His tongue followed, spreading the pleasure. I swore his licks reached out and found a way to stroke me from the inside.
“Ty!” I yelled, unable to help myself.
My outburst didn’t stop the delicious flicks of this tongue that drove me mad with pleasure. Breathing was becoming a chore, so attempting to figure out why I was unable to touch him was out of the question. I had no choice but to take whatever he dished out because he maintained fierce control over my movements.
His tongue fed a life-giving spark to my clit that spread over me in slow erotic waves. My sexual encounters were so few and far in between that I had forgotten how good a man’s tongue felt on my pussy. However, none was like this. None had me flowing so hot and wet that I released my loud outbursts of pleasure without inhibitions. None had made me relinquish control.
“Ty,” I called out on a harsh breath, never getting the rest of his name out.
My attempts to wiggle and shove my pussy in his face were useless. If he kept licking me like he was performing a worshipping ritual, I would slide into the great blissful underworld. However, he glanced up before the orgasmic-spirit invaded my body.
“Not yet. Hold out, Patrena. Let it come to you. Don’t chase it.”
He could tell that shit to someone else. He had no idea how good his tongue felt roaming over my pussy and making love to my clit. He had no idea how excited the visual of him with my leg slung over his shoulders made me. He had no idea that each lick, flick, plunge, and thrust of his tongue had me so gone I didn’t know how to come back. So high, I wasn’t coming down.
“Shhh. Shit. Ty!” I yelled. My whole body was a shaking mess.
He gave me more long and firm licks across my clit that did me in. I came so good that I was afraid I’d yank hard enough to dislocate something.
“Mmm,” I moaned. A combination of my internal moans and my loud crazy screams filled the space of the room.
He ignored my outrage and kept passing his tongue across my clit with an easy stroke so that the orgasm stretched on and on and on. It didn’t ripple through me. It roared through every fiber of my being, destroying any sensible notion I had. Hell, it didn’t even feel like I was on earth right now.
When the beautiful possession finally broke, I released all the heavenly tension it filled me with and sagged against the door, my backside kissing the wood. My heavy eyes refused to stay open, but I managed to snatch glimpses of him licking his lips. An involuntary jump sparked to life each time he licked at my thighs, unwilling to allow any of my juices to escape.
He stood and lifted my limp body, looping my legs around his waist, which took the stress I had forgotten about, off my wrists. He hefted me up with a quick lift that unhooked me from the bar and my limp arms fell in place over his head and around his neck. He stood still holding me until my breathing slowed and some of the energy he had snatched from me returned.
My limp body clung to his, my head falling into the nook of his neck. I lay slumped against his solid chest, relishing the press of my body against his hard one. He was hot to the touch, the kind of heat that drew you in and made you want to get lost in its comfort.
He walked me to the bed and assisted me down before I fell in an exhausted heap atop the mattress. He undid my wrists with a few quick-handed flicks and tossed my dress off to the side. I was bare-ass naked and he still had clothes on. When he began unbuttoning his pants, the sight gave me a boost of energy that I used to lift myself up on my elbows to improve my view.
He eased the pants down and my gaze followed, taking in his muscular thighs and not missing all of the cuts and old scars he possessed. There were many, but it didn’t take anything away from his sex appeal. There was a massive tattoo that covered the full bottom portion of his left leg, mostly large tribal symbols. My eyes zeroed in on it until he bent to drag the pants over his feet.
In nothing but boxer briefs, the sight had me drooling and eyeing him hard enough for him to crack a seductive smile at my reaction. I believed he liked being on display for me.
When he reached for his shirt, my tongue passed across my lips in anticipation. He eased the shirt up, stopping and giving me a peek at his abs. Had he stopped because he was teasing or reluctant? I gestured for him to show me more because there wasn’t any part of this man I didn’t want to see.
He continued his show, and I immediately saw more scars on his stomach. The higher he lifted, the more I saw. Our first time had been with me tied across my dining room table and in the dim lighting of my bedroom. Therefore, I hadn’t gotten the pleasure of a thorough sight-seeing exploration.
It pleased me to see that he didn’t let his scars affect the smooth confidence shining in his gaze. It was a good thing he didn’t because I knew better than anyone that scars told a story, each providing a piece of his history and giving him an edge that many other men didn’t have. The imperfections written out along his skin made him hotter and more desirable.
My lust-heavy gaze feasted on him, eating up every exposed inch. He had me thirsting to put my mouth on him, and I would drink until I drowned.
I tastedmy desire for him on my tongue. It was like a drug that was being vaped into the air around us.
My legs were parted as soon as he leaned closer and used the backs of his hands to spread the inside of my knees. With his right index finger, he reached up and placed it against my juicy lips and swiped until he captured enough to shove into his mouth.
He sucked at his finger hard, his pink tongue licking at it with a ravenous hunger that rivaled mine. He continued to lick his finger while using his free hand to slide his boxers down. It was like watching the best show put into production until his dick popped out of those boxers.
Holy Father.
It was a privilege seeing him for the second time in his full dicked-up glory. No wonder my kitty had been so damn sore, and I had been tip-toeing around like my girl had been through twelve rounds with a championship fighter. I wasn’t Catholic, but I made the sign of the cross over myself that made him chuckle and shake his head at my silliness.
When he lifted my legs and spread them with measured ease, a few breathless utterances were all I had. He placed a gentle hand under my thighs, keeping a close eye on me, and moved forward until his plump, hot head brushed my leaking center.