He hums into my mouth before releasing me.
His eyes are swirling in anxiety and unease, but beneath it all is pure unfilteredlustandlove.
Darius squeezes me reassuringly, wrapping around me, using his body to block out as much of the onlookers as he can.
Ready?he mouths.
I’m not.
I incline my head and allow him to lead me to the bed that is in the center of the stage.
It is raised high above the ground. Darius turns and, grasping me by the hips, he lifts me onto it.
I land on the edge of the bed, the silk sheets chilly against my bare skin. The sheer lace black lingerie does nothing to prevent the cold, and my nipples pebble to painful points as he settles between my legs.
Adjusting onto my elbows, I keep my attention on him. He stares up at me, on his knees between my thighs, waiting for approval.
“Please,” I expel. The word repeats on the speakers a second later, much louder.
I want Darius. But I am scared, terrified, my body is not ready to take him. Not yet at least.
Without further ado, he sweeps forward. One of his hands flattens on top of my cunt, the other he uses to enter my core. Two fingers in and out. Slowly, methodically. His other hand pressing down, his thumb finding my clit.
For a moment, I can’t focus on the pleasure, my mind wandering to the eyes. I imagine them, thousands and thousands. Oversized and unblinking. Bug-like.
Terror sharpens its claws into my gut, roaches crawling across my skin, but then Darius presses onto my clit rougher, harder.
“Focus on me, Wildflower. I’ve got you.” His voice is a comfort, even as it reverberates around us. He hums his approval as I relax.
Shutting my eyes, I fall back on the bed.
Ignoring where we are.
Ignoring the attention.
Ignoring my anxiety and apprehension.
“This feels good, doesn’t it?” He is curling his fingers into me while his mouth replaces his thumb on my clit. “I’m going to make you as ready as I can.” His words vibrate against me before rumbling out around us through the static speakers.
It does feel good.
He hums again as I moan and attempt to arch further into his touch.
He continues. Pressing, and stroking, and licking, and overwhelming my senses. Shooting pleasure out across my nerves, a live wire.
Even as he works me over, I can tell he is cognizant of the crowd. It is in the way his body wraps over mine, in the way he keeps me covered as best he can, in the way he hums over my moans. He is building this moment out for just the two of us, offering the bare minimum to the onlookers.
“I need to add another now.”
This time, there is resistance to the intrusion, but his hand on my cunt holds me in place. I let out the smallest whimper.
“It’s okay, you can handle this,” Darius promises soothingly, as he pushes another finger inside. “Just like that, look at you.”
With three I amtoofull, but I don’t argue. His mouth on my clit is quickly overshadowing the initial discomfort.
He is gathering all of me into this moment, tying me up so incredibly tight, further and further he goes. It is almost too much.
Nearly unbearable.
