My head falls back as the pleasure hits me, my thighs tensing as I grind down onto my hand, a high-pitched moan of sheer ecstasy tearing from my lips as I come hard. It feels better than the night I made myself come alone, more intense, and I hear Alexandre’s low, anguished moan of need as he watches me. “Oh god,petite—”
The words ripple through me, heightening my pleasure, reminding me that his eyes are on me, devouring me, seeing this most intimate moment exposed for him. I never knew I had this side to me, but the orgasm feels a hundred times better like this, and as I arch and writhe on my hands, I feel myself spreading my legs wider, wanting him to see it all.
When my eyes open again, my entire body trembling as I struggle to slip my hands out from between my thighs, Alexandre’s eyes are sapphire-dark with lust.
“Come here,” he growls, and I see him sliding lower on the bed, so that he’s not propped up so far on the pillows. “I want to taste you, Noelle.”
“What do you mean?” I look at him, confused. “How—”
“I want your pussy on my tongue.” He looks at me, his gaze hungry. “Ride my face,petite.”
“I—”I should say no.I’m certain he won’t make me—hecan’tmake me. But even as the last aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me, I wantmore.What he’s offering sounds incredible. I gave him pleasure with my mouth earlier—I want to know what the same thing would feel like for me.
I want it to be him.A sudden, almost vicious desire sweeps through me to say yes, to straddle his face and ride his tongue, pin him down and take my pleasure from him. I wonder if that’s what he’s offering, a kind of penance, a means of giving something back to me. Letting me have the power, taking what I need from him.
A heady rush washes over me, and I move towards him, feeling that dreamlike state wash over me again. I shouldn’t want any of this, and yet I do. I can’t pretend otherwise, not when I can still faintly taste his cum on my tongue, not when I just rode my fingers while he watched, not when my clit is throbbing with the anticipation of feeling his tongue against it.
“Yes, Noelle,” he groans as I move over his face, straddling it, feeling wicked and dirty and more erotic than I ever imagined I could feel. He’s helpless beneath me, pinned as I grip the headboard and angle myself over his face. My face heats with the wanton eroticism of what I’m doing, an act that never even occurred to me until just now.
But when his tongue flicks out, sliding over my clit, the pleasure that bursts over me makes me forget any hesitation I had.
“Ride my face,petite,” he moans against my heated flesh. “Take your pleasure on my tongue.”
If he had the use of his hands, I imagine he’d be gripping my hips, squeezing my ass, fingering me as he licks my clit, but all he can use is his mouth. It feels a little as if I’m using him like a toy, grinding against his lips and tongue as he seeks out where I like to be touched the most, something even I don’t yet know. His tongue slides down, circling my entrance, pushing a little inside of me as I let out a moan, first of pleasure and then of frustration as I try to angle myself so that his tongue rubs over my clit again.
He learns quickly. His tongue slides over my clit, flicking, circling, licking up my arousal as he groans, the sound vibrating against my swollen, sensitive pussy. I’m still throbbing from my first orgasm, and the new pleasure of his tongue only intensifies that sensation, making me feel as if I’m losing my mind with need. The first orgasm wasn’t enough, it couldn’t be, not whenthisis possible. His tongue is wet and hot and slick, the pleasure of it rubbing over my clit is mind-blowing, beyond anything I ever imagined. I start to understand why he’d made the sounds he did as I wrapped my lips around him, why he’d looked as if he were fucking seeinggodwhen I’d sucked and licked the tip of his cock. Then I feel Alexandre start to suck on my clit. I let out a piercing shriek of pleasure that I hadn’t known I was capable of making.
He pauses just long enough to moan against me, murmuring, “I love how you taste—” and then his lips are pressed tightly against me again as I grind down onto him, clutching the headboard, my thighs starting to quiver as he sucks my clit into his mouth again, his tonguethrummingagainst it as if he’s playing me like an instrument.
And he is, in a way. Only his mouth is touching me, and yet I feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams. Our relationship has been wrong from the start, and yet I wanted him. This is still wrong, and yet the chemistry between us feels palpable, the heat of his need feeding mine until I feel as if we’re both going to burn up together.
If just what we’ve done today feels this intense, I can’t imagine what sex would be like. What it would feel like to have him touching me, kissing me, pressed against me,insideof me—
That last thought of Alexandre thrusting his hard cock into me, making those keening sounds of pleasure that fell from his lips earlier as I made him come, pushes me,throwsme over the edge. I let out a cry of pleasure, rocking down against his face, pinning him down as I do exactly what he asked, riding his tongue to the earth-shattering orgasm that it gives me. My arousal floods over his lips and tongue, drenching his face as I come for the third time in my entire life, the hardest orgasm yet. I clutch the headboard as my thighs squeeze around his face and I moan his name in sheer bliss.
As I come down from the high of it, my legs feel so weak I feel like I might fall off. Somehow I manage to clumsily untangle myself from him, flushing red at the sight of his lips and chin glistening with my release.
“You taste delicious,petite souris,” he murmurs, his gaze sliding over my naked, trembling body. “I would eat you every day if you would let me. Your moans are the sweetest sound I’ve heard in a very, very long time.” Alexandre’s gaze moves up to my face, locking into mine, and a shiver runs down my spine at the intensity of it. “I would keep you if I could,petite.I would make you come for me as often as you want.”
He looks away suddenly, as if he realizes what he’s said, how impossible it is, and I move quickly off of the bed, reaching for my clothes. I slip them back on, hands shaking, only to hear Alexandre’s tired, rasping voice from behind me.
“What are you doing,petite?”
I swallow hard. “Going back to my room. I think you’re well enough to be okay tonight, as long as I check on you once or twice.”
“Please stay.” He tries to clear his throat, his words thickening. “Please do not leave, Noelle.”
I pause as a shudder of emotion goes through me. Slowly, I turn to look at him. “I couldn’t let you die, Alexandre,” I say quietly. “I know there’s plenty of people who would think I’m a fool for that. You might even be one of them. But I couldn’t leave you here like that. But I also—” I take in a deep, shuddering breath. “I also don’t know how to dothis.” I gesture at the space between us, shaking my head. “You were cruel to me before, when you thought I belonged to you, when you lost your temper. Now you’re sorry, and you’re kind. I would rather have one or the other. You can’t be kind and then hurt me. I’ve had enough of men like that.” I look at him tiredly, feeling the exhaustion wash over me. “You can be cruel to me, make me hate you, as much as I think you hate yourself—or you can be what you are now. But you have to choose, Alexandre. You can’t have both, depending on your moods.”
I see a series of emotions flicker over his face at that, but the final one is shame. “I know,petite,” he says quietly. “And I am sorry. I tried to go, but thanks to you, I am still here. I want to show you how sorry I am. How much I wish I could take it all back—not just what I did to you, but all the others as well.” His body sags as if he wants to sink further into the bed. “You can go if you wish, Noelle. Just know that I want you to stay.”
Something in me tears loose at that, and I know I can’t deny him. In the end, as much as I want to pretend otherwise, it would be denying myself as well.
I want to stay with him tonight. Somewhere along the way, I grew used to him in bed next to me, and I want to stay here, in this bed, next to his warmtheverynight, until it’s time for me to leave.
And when I do, I know I will miss it—and him.
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