Even I barely recognize my own voice for the heat in it when I tell her:
“Settle down, Dove. It’s my turn to torture you.”
18
FERAL ANIMALS
Dove.Now.
One second, we’re kissing.
Not soft, sweet, intimate pecks, either.
Frantic, clothes ripping, lip biting, hungry kisses. He devours me the way a wolf devours a lamb, and I try to climb inside his mouth and make a home there.
The next thing I know, I’m down to my panties on the floors, hips arching, looking for some friction,anything, anything to ease this ache deep, deep inside of me.
Dorian eases down my body. He removes his reading glasses and sets them aside, getting down to business. His fingers curl around my panties, inching them down my hip, and his lips brush the bared skin there.
Those blue eyes meet mine. “Permission to?—?”
“Yes.” I pant. “Yes. To everything.”
He rewards me with an affectionate bite, a little taste of pain that sends a shiver through me. He slides my pantiesdown, rolling them off my legs. I part my legs. Begging. Wanting.
I watch Dorian as his eyes fall between my legs. He pinches my sex open, admiring me all while keeping his fingers away from the place I need him most.
“You’re beautiful. You know that?” His head drops and his hair tickles my thigh. His large hand roves up my body, cupping one of my tits, and he squeezes, pinching my nipple between his thumb as he inhales me. My body twists—arching into his hand, towards his mouth.
“You smell so good, Dove,” he murmurs. “I want to wear you like cologne.”
He bites the skin on my thigh and I yelp in surprise. His hand moves to my other breast, kneading. I’m a livewire under him. Every part of my body he touches jolts to life, like he’s waking me up, inch by inch.
His hand slides a slow path down my body. When it comes between my legs, he finally dips his fingers into my dripping core. He slides against my slippery slit and I mewl, too horny to be ashamed of the desperate noises coming out of my mouth at the mere hint of his touch. He parts my lips and the heat of his breath beats against my sensitive skin. “When was the last time someone worshipped this pussy the way it deserves, Dove?”
“I don’t know.”
He kisses me there. I feel the softness of his lips. The coarse hair of his short beard. When his tongue unfurls with a slow, hot caress, it sends a bolt of pleasure up my spine. I grip his hair and tug him against me, wanting more, but he takes both of my wrists and pins them to the carpet on either side of my body.
“No,” he says. “This is for me. I’m going to enjoy you at my pace. Legs on my shoulders.”
I obey. Happily. I move my legs over his shoulders. He shifts, lifting, and traps my wrists underneath my back, one of his hands clasping them in place. His other hand grips my thigh and his tongue gives a slow, hungry swirl around my clit that makes me hit the ceiling. I cry out as he sucks and licks. He’s savoring me like I’m his favorite meal and every swipe of his tongue sends lashes of pleasure through me. With my hands pinned and my legs over his shoulders, I’m trapped, at the mercy of his devious tongue. My breath hitches and I feel myself squirming against his mouth, heels digging into the strong muscles of his back. My legs start to tremble uncontrollably as my pleasure pulls tight inside of me.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “I’m going to?—”
“No, you’re not.” He pulls his mouth back. He releases my wrists from his grip and gives my thigh a quick smack. “Not yet. I’m going to make you explode on my cock.”
His lips are shiny with me. He untangles my legs from his shoulders and sits up. My core aches, hanging on the edge. His hand slides between my legs and he slides a single finger inside of me. It rips a gasp from my lungs. He curls his finger and strokes my inner wall, making me tight with need. His eyes remain trained on me the entire time. “You want that, don’t you? Say it.”
“I want to come on your cock—fuck!”
His finger has me twisting with want. He dips his head back down and kisses me, returning his vicious onslaught to my clit. I try to obey—I try not to come—but I feel myself riding the edge with each stroke and lick.
I need to distract myself or I’m going to explode.
I wiggle a leg down his body. My foot finds his groin. I tease that hard bulge under his jeans, rubbing.
A puff of hot air hits my pussy. His hips jerk forward, rutting.
