But he only laughed. “I love to fuck, but bringing a strong woman to the edge of madness is way more fun, don’t you think?”
Orla forced herself to speak, to end her agony. “I’m about to punch you if you don’t stop.”
“Oooh. You want me to stop everything altogether or something in particular?” His amusement made her snarl, and she reached down but he pushed her hands aside. “Or maybe you’d like to be restrained. Interesting.”
As he spoke, his fingers pulled and pushed at her desire, adding a slow rocking movement that had her on the verge of screaming in frustration. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Everything he did made it harder to focus on his words. The orgasm that was a promise only moments ago now loomed within her grasp, if only he would touch her clit.
“Please, stop torturing me. Damn.” Her voice held a pleading tone that she’d never heard before, another part of her, even more intimate, was making itself vulnerable to him.
He kissed the inside of the thigh before answering. “This torment is for both of us. I don’t want you to orgasm, I want you to fall to pieces, to ache and yearn the same way I did when you took me in your mouth, down on your knees in front of me. I need you to be so close to finding your pleasure that when I finally push myself inside you, you shatter in my embrace like I dreamed you would. There aren’t enough fantasies in this world, Orla. Death is my constant companion, but now, with you, I only want you wrung out with desire and myself on the verge of insanity. You aren’t the only one here being teased. Don’t you know I’d prefer to be balls deep inside you?”
“Then, do it. Put that cock of yours in me.”
For the briefest of moments, his fingers paused before resuming their intense stimulation. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman under my hands, at my mercy to pleasure. For me, you’re like the most intricate lock with a treasure inside. I’ve done this most of my life until my downfall. That may sound corny to you, but I get high on solving puzzles and you, Orla, are my obsession.”
Orla knew she needed to focus on the words as he revealed a part of himself, but all thoughts were gone when his scratchy cheek rubbed against her leg before his mouth devoured her.
She didn’t know if it was the surprise of the warm lips on her most sensitive tissues or the exhilarating sensation he drew from her in less than a second of contact that made her cry out. One hand grabbed his hair; another tore at the bed sheets. She was under the most addictive attack. The orgasm built over consecutive endless waves, and despite being surrounded by this mysterious man, she felt alone, adrift in the middle of a sea of pleasure. The sensation was bittersweet, so much that after a while, she pushed away, freeing herself from his torment while banging her head on the headboard.
“What’s wrong? Are you all right?”
High on desire, she was tempted to say no. Instead, she crawled over the bed in the direction of his voice and found him kneeling by the edge.
The vigilante stood still as a statue, breathing hard, waiting for a response from her, but there was nothing she could say, and everything she could show.
She estimated the inches separating their naked bodies, and in a lucky guess, her lips made contact with his torso. Now having a map, she rubbed her cheek against his pectoral like a cat, letting her hands detail every sinew, every muscle of his body, enjoying it immensely when his breathing picked up, and his body heat exploded. While her lips traced a wet trail upwards, her fingers took the opposite direction. She reached his neck and felt his pulse increase. Orla smiled as he wiggled away from her tickling fingertips when they detailed his ribs, but his hiss definitely turned into a groan when her hand closed around his erection. His member jerked in her palm and her mouth watered in anticipation, but it was his lips she wanted first. His breath fanned her face, but he seemed to wait for a signal from her. No wonder, if she pulled away, he was still on guard.
Resisting that kiss was an impossibility, and as soon as she parted her lips, she was a goner, but this time, on her own terms.
One hand behind his neck, the other still having a solid grip on him, Orla leaned back, spreading her legs in the process, that way she was certain of one thing; that he would follow her down and lose himself inside.
The vigilante didn’t hesitate and covered her with his body as she spread her thighs and guided him inside her.
“Damn, woman.” It was impossible to know if he was cursing or blessing her, pushing deep inside her tightening core until she couldn’t take any more. Again, he paused, but she wasn’t having any of it, and this time, pushed her hips up.
With another curse, the vigilante tried to take back control, but Orla knew it was too late, both by the way his hips jerked forward and how he swelled even more inside her. “If you continue doing that, I won’t last.”
At his menacing tone, she only tightened her legs even more solidly around his hips. “Then, you’d better get us both off quickly. I don’t want to be teased. I don’t want to wait. I want you to fuck me until I don’t care if the world disappears around us. Fuck me. Make me scream.”
She guessed more than saw his smile when he answered. “Yes, ma’am.”
And before she could react, he thrust inside her with force, once, then a second time, before hooking his arm around her knees and pulling her toward him.
When he resumed his assault, he reached new territory in her slick heat, and she tightened around him, intensifying the friction. A groan of approval rumbled through him, and he picked up the pace. The slight twist of his hips created a pleasurable tension inside her, one similar to his fingers and Orla undulated her hips in an attempt to increase it.
The smell of sex permeated the room, and she wished she could see him fucking her; how he looked at her as he pounded with more aggression. From the inventive lover earlier, now rose an animalistic male who brought her a mixture of pleasure and pain, dominance and submissiveness.
However, she still wanted more, or more accurately needed more, and she slid her shaky hand between her legs. Before she could part her slick folds, he pushed her hand away once more.
“You can play with your tits as much as you like, but for the time being, your pussy is mine.” And he confirmed his words with his thumb touching her clit. The contact made her jump, but soon he retreated and started a maddening pattern of circles again until he made direct contact.
Obeying his order, she started pulling at her nipples and arching her back as he finally slid the length of his digit over her sensitive bundle, propelling her so close to her orgasm, her body clenched in anticipation. Her body wasn’t her own anymore, and at this precise moment, she didn’t care. Weren’t they both rutting animals, lustful bodies without faces?
Their joining was a violent delight, a perfect storm, and when his fingers and cock pushed her toward the edge, her cry was swallowed by his kissing her.
Now he plastered her against the bed, both hands on each side of her head, and Orla held him tight, enjoying how his pubic bone was grinding against her exposed clit, turning pleasure into sweet suffering until her lover’s voice caught in his throat, his hips jerking, his mouth leaving hers, he emitted a tortured groan as he poured himself inside her.
Still blinded and content, Orla opened her arms when he lowered himself on top of her.
