Nathan helps me stand, and then drags his hand through the wetness between my thighs, spreading it around. “Fucking dripping for me, just like I thought.”
“Always,” I pant, leaning against his shoulder.
Nathan pulls me to the bed, and though I try to lay down, he won’t let me.
“Ride my face, honey.”
“What?” I ask.
“Ride my face,” he repeats. “Sit your ass down on my face and ride it, Candice. I’m starving and I miss the taste of you.”
I move to straddle him. I may be inexperienced in this area, but Nathan makes me want to try everything. “Tell me how to position myself,” I say, hovering over him.
He gently, but firmly, drags my hips back and positions me over his mouth. His tongue strokes over my clit, and pleasure sparks through me immediately. I grind my hips down a bit on instinct, seeking more contact and friction, and Nathan meetsmy movements by sucking me into his mouth and then parting me with his tongue. He fucks me with his tongue, delving into me, devouring me, while using his fingers to lightly play with my clit.
Pleasure ebbs and flows inside me, as Nathan brings me higher and higher and winds me tighter and tighter. He starts to lick my clit, flicking his tongue over and over it, almost greedy in his movements. I lift my hips, conscious that I’m literally sitting on him, but he just drags me closer, like he can’t get enough of me.
Sparks of pleasure shoot down my spine, and my core tightens, as the orgasm builds inside me.
“Nathan, please,” I moan, grinding into his mouth. “I need to come.”
He swipes his finger from front to back, grazing over that tight entrance. I’ve never had anyone touch me there, but it immediately intensifies my orgasm, and I let out a whimper. Nathan listens to my sounds of encouragement, and runs his finger over it again, while continuing to lick and eat my cunt. I stutter and moan as he flicks his tongue over me, again and again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Then, the orgasm crashes over me, the waves of it pounding through me, filling me up, again and again, until I’m shaky and breathless, my knees splayed wide on the bed.
I swing my legs over and lay next to Nathan, panting. He straddles me, keeping my legs pressed tightly together, and holds my arms up above my head, pressing my wrists into the pillow with his hands.
“Did you like that, Viper?”
I nod, still too blissed out for words.
“Good. You’re going to give me one more orgasm before I’m done with you, though.”
I mean, who can argue with that?
“Please,” I whisper, a blush stealing over me.
Nathan runs a hand over my cheek, caressing it. He leans in and kisses me, his lips parting mine and his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I can taste myself on him, and it’s so erotic—so new—that it makes me squirm under him again.
“I love when you blush,” he says. “It reminds me that I still have so much to teach you.”
“Like what?” I ask, bucking my hips against him.
He leans off the bed and comes back up with his belt.
“Like this,” he says, and starts to wrap the belt around and between my wrists. “Do you want to be restrained, Candice? Do you want to let me do whatever I want with you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, seeking friction against my still aching center.
Nathan finishes binding my wrists and then drags his fingers through me once more.
“Such a greedy slut,” he murmurs. “All that and you’re still not satisfied.” He swirls his fingers around my clit and liquid pleasure drips through me. “Tell me how to please you.”
“More,” I manage to say, trying to force my hips up to meet his hand. But he holds me down, circling me slowly and gently, making the ache inside me sweet and torturous.
“More of what, honey?”
“More ofyou.I need you inside me, Nathan.”
“Like this?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face. He plunges two fingers inside me, and works me in steady strokes, still holding my hips down with his other hand.
