Sighing, I turned back so my head rested on his bare arm. He curled his arm over me and rested his hand back on my stomach under my shirt. I fluttered in places that shouldn’t flutter right now.
It was a struggle as I tried to fall asleep. It was harder with Rune awake behind me knowing I was having a hard time, which added more pressure on me to try to sleep.
The only times I felt embarrassed and desperate to fall asleep because of someone else was when I did sleepovers with friends in the past. Especially when I was younger and in high school.
“You know what helped you sleep in the past when it was all too much? You answered them. ” At my quick glance over my shoulder, he answered. “You said you focused on one and answered them because then you felt like you accomplished something and were able to sleep afterward. You truly had a kind heart back then, too.”
We stayed quiet, and after a few minutes, I tried for the sake of trying. I focused on clearing my head as best I could, hoping for a whisper for the first time in my life. They never came when I tried to force it the last few times. And like all the other times, nothing happened.
Rune comforted me with a belly rub. “It’ll take some practice. Until then, I have an idea to get you to sleep.”
I drew my eyebrows together, smoothing them out as I gasped when his hand slipped into my pants. He took his time as he trailed his fingers down to my now throbbing pussy. My heart beat so hard that I was sure he heard it and felt it with his bare chest pressed to my back. My breaths shook, and a small moan escaped while he cupped me.
His lips brushed my ear, and I felt his smirk while his warm breath fanned the tiny hairs. “I’ll make you come until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.”
Words slipped from me without any thought, startling me.“God, please.”
He groaned, pleased because of my frequent use of “god” with him. His teeth nipped my earlobe, followed by his tongue soothing the sting. His fingers hooked down, rubbing between my folds.
“Always so wet for me,” he murmured huskily.
I nodded, unable to use my voice as he spread my arousal from my entrance to my clit and circled his finger on the throbbing bundle of nerves. One of his fingers entered me, stretching me with his thick digit. I whimpered when he pulled his hand out of my pants to work them undone.
“Kick off your boots,” he ordered softly.
I did as he said, wiggling as he worked my pants off and threw them to the side near us. He trailed kisses down my body until his head was between my thighs. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he got us comfortable before he swiped his tongue from my spasming entrance to my clit. It didn’t go unnoticed by me again that he would rather use his mouth than his fingers to make me come. His eyes raised to mine, the blues of them reflecting in the flash of lightning.
I realized that he’d come inside me earlier and pushed it back into me. I was sure I was dripping it just as he said I was going to.
Wasn’t he grossed out by tasting himself?
Answering my question, he moved his tongue back to my entrance and pushed it inside me. His nose rubbed my clit as he curled his tongue, reaching places that couldn’t be humanly possible. I gushed on his face and bit back a yell as he worked me until I saw stars and my ears rang.
To my frustration, he pulled back to circle his finger on my clit, dragging it down, then slowly entered me while his gaze held mine. When one was in, he added another, stretching me further and began pumping them slowly.
At my whine, he smirked. “Show me your breasts, beauty.”
Unable to deny him anything and desperate for that orgasm, I stripped off my shirt and buried my hands into his hair. With one of his hands, he grabbed mine and placed it on my breast.
“Touch yourself. I want to watch you as I tongue-fuck you.”
I shakily moaned with a jolt as he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth when I palmed my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples. His fingers picked up pace as he hummed on my sensitive bud, the tip of his tongue flicking it. It blew my mind, making me lose control as I rocked myself on his face.
Keeping myself quiet as he worked me with his mouth was the hardest thing I’d ever done. A few times I held my breath, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes as it only added to the intensity of the pleasure. One of my hands came up and slapped over my mouth to muffle my cries while the other shot down to his head, gripping onto the strands at his scalp.
Rune’s tongue stopped, and his fingers paused, making me whine behind my hand. I glanced down at him, realizing now that I had at some point closed my eyes.
“Keep touching yourself. If you stop, I stop,” he said, his voice low and bordering on a growl.
With trembling hands and heavy pants, I went back to squeezing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I was pretty sure it didn’t look sexy or sensual as I fumbled with myself. But he seemed like he was enjoying it.
Pleased, he went back to flicking my clit with his tongue and working his fingers in and out of me. It sent me into a spiral as I was on the edge anyway, and when he sucked my clit with a hum, I was done. I slapped my hand back over my mouth, muffling the moans I couldn’t hold back. My body trembled and my thighs shook on both sides of Rune’s face like someone had electrocuted me.
He worked me through the orgasm, drawing it out as much as he could. With his fingers stretching me, it became uncomfortable as I squeezed around him.
One orgasm bled into another as he relentlessly tired me out. It became harder to muffle my sounds as my hand kept slipping from my mouth. I thrashed my head side to side and rocked my hips against his face, grinding and creating more friction, making me come again.
At some point, I grabbed onto his head and pulled at him, begging him to fuck me.
