“That’s the goal.”
“I don’t want to come in your hand.” He reaches down, grabbing my hand and hissing as one of my fingers slips over the tip. Then he turns to face me again, laying me back and spreading my legs apart. He lowers himself, dragging his lips from my chest to my navel until I feel the heat of his mouth above my pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you think it’ll feel like a normal orgasm when I make you come?” Not if,when. “Or do you think, since we’re Tethered and all, that the sensation will be heightened?”
“I—I don’t know,” I breathe.
“Shall we find out?”
Caz’s mouth lowers and he kisses the lips of my pussy outside my shorts. He does this repeatedly until I find it hard to distinguish which is wetter—me, or my panties.
Finally, he uses a finger to move my shorts aside, and all that’s left is the damp barrier of my panties. A guttural sound rips through him, and it travels through my body as he kisses the cotton fabric. The heat of his mouth is unbearable, and I twistbelow him. He presses a hand to my belly, silently demanding me to be still, to let him do this, and I gasp as he uses the other hand to shift my panties aside too.
“You’re already wet,” he rasps.
“Am I?”
A deep chuckle fills the cabin, and before I know it, his mouth is coming down and he’s devouring me. Shit. He just goes straight for it and I knew it was coming, but I’m still not prepared.
His lips are hot, his tongue hotter as it wrestles with my clit. I clutch the bedsheets and a shrill gasp breaks out of me as I buck my hips, and as if he’s taming a wild horse, he grips me and doesn’t relent. His tongue feels incredibly delicious running over my clit, then sliding downward to enter my pussy. He guides a finger up and begins to fuck me with it while lapping his tongue around my swelling clit.
Pulling his mouth away, he says, “Fuck, you tasteincredible,” before diving back in. His tongue swirls, rolls, and dips. He even slows the licks down, teasing me, taunting himself, and I moan, pushing my hips upward, wanting his face buried deeper.
You’re being greedy.
I want to slap him, but I also want to fuck his face at this point because the feeling building up inside me is excruciating. I need to come, but I’m also afraid to. I don’t know what kind of sounds will escape me. Will they embarrass me? Will they embarrasshim? Fuck, it’s too much to think about. Regardless, I don’t have much time to consider it because he takes his mouth away, flips me onto my stomach, and I hear the rustling of fabric.
You don’t realize how much you’re turning me on. Never felt like this before. Fuck, I need to come.
His voice is loud in my head, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what comes next.
“I’ll need your permission…” His voice is thick, raspy. The turmoil inside him is loud. He’s torn.
I shouldn’t. I’ll lose control if I…
“You have my permission,” I tell him. “Don’t stop.”
He pauses, as if contemplating it, then before I know it, he’s hoisting my hips upward so that I’m on my knees, and he slowly enters me from behind. His dick is hard, swollen as he fills me, and I clutch the quilt on the bed, breathing deeply. I wasnotprepared for the size of him.
“Love of Vakeeli, your pussy is so wet,” he groans. “And so tight.Fuck.” He leans forward, his mouth dropping to my shoulder blade to give it a small nip. It’s enough to sting, for me tofeelit, but not too much to take me away from the pleasure of this moment.
“I need a minute,” he murmurs, voice thick.
“For what?”
“I just…I need to feel you right now, with all of me inside you. I need to remember this feeling.” He clutches my hips, remaining perfectly still. Despite his body being motionless, though, I feel his cock pulsing, like it’s taken on a life of its own. “Fuck, your pussy is too much to bear. What I imagined it would be like doesn’t even come close.” Again, he curses beneath his breath, then pulls his hips backwards before thrusting. He makes a noise of strained pleasure.
“Look back at me,” he commands as I moan, and I turn my head, looking at him, moaning as he thrusts into me again. The eye contact only enhances the feeling. “Fucking hell, Willow. You’ve got me so hard.”
Yeah, I can tell. He feels so big inside me, like he’s swelling by the second. He works his hips faster, like an insatiable need has taken over him. Leaning forward, he brings a hand around to wrap around my throat, applying light pressure. He guides my body backwards, burying his dick deeper inside me. He does thisrepeatedly, his breath hot on my ear, his body hard like marble as it presses to me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
“Do you like how I feel inside you?”
“Yes,” I breathe as his hand wraps tighter around my throat. He doesn’t stop stroking, filling me to the brim, making sure I feel every inch of him.