“Ryder,” she cries out softly, my words exciting her more. “Please.”
“Please what, pixie?” I ask as I kiss and suck across her hip.
“Please touch me,” she begs.
“I am touching you,” I tease her folds some more, stroking everywhere but where she wants. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “More. So much more.”
I dip a finger inside her, making her hips buck. “Like this, pixie?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “More.”
I continue my ministrations for a few more seconds before I gather her moisture and drag it to her clit, applying only the slightest pressure. She mewls and begs as I continue to tease the sensitive nub. She’s so turned on, teetering on that white hot edge, I know more than the barest amount will send her catapulting over. But I’m not ready for that. I want to drag this out until she is crying for mercy. I want her to know that I control all her pleasure, and she can’t get what she wants until I decide it so.
But goddamn I need a fucking taste.
I grab each of her thighs, pressing them wide as I settle between her legs. I inhale deeply. “Watch me, pixie. Watch as I fuck you with my tongue.” The scent of her arousal makes me dizzy with need. I swallow hard, as a jolt of fear washes over me. The realization that this girl is the key to my total annihilation shakes me to my core. One taste of her, and I know I will be forever addicted.
I’m already fucking addicted. Because I need to taste every inch of her like I need to take my next breath. I slide my tongue through her folds, and just like I thought, I’m hooked. I dive in deep, like I’m never going to taste her again, savoring her sweet flavor.
“Ryder,” she cries out, and all my plans for making her wait go out the window. I wrap my lips around that bundleof nerves while slipping a finger deep inside her, curving it to stroke that hard-to-findspot.
And the levee breaks. She screams loudly enough I know that the people below and above me hear every word. To me, it sounds like the sweetest symphony.
I continue stroking her, draining her of every drop. She spasms around my finger violently and I can’t wait for that to be my cock.
I bring my finger to her mouth, rubbing her wetness across her lips. “Taste yourself. See how sweet you are.”
She parts her lips, her hazy, hooded eyes never leaving mine. I slip my finger into her mouth and nearly lose it when she rolls her tongue over the tip with a moan. “That’s it, baby. Suck it like it was my cock.”
I pull my finger from her mouth andrelease her hands. In five seconds, I have my clothes off and a condom rolled on. I pull her from her spot on the bed and set her across me.
“You want me on top?” she squeaks.
I nod with a clenched jaw. “You need to have some control in this because right now mine is raveling.”
“But I — I don’t know what to do.”
I reach up, pulling her face to me. I kiss her mouth for a second. “You do what feels natural,” I tell her, wiping her sweat soaked hair from her face.
She nods, still looking reluctant, but she raises herself up over me, lining us up. She doesn’t get far before I can see the pain on her face. She raises up a bit then lowers herself back down, not making it any farther than the first time. Fear and trepidation keep her from going farther. The inability to inflict pain ononeselfis a normal, human response. One I didn’t take into consideration.
Suddenly, my bright idea to give her control seems like the worst idea ever. When she tries againfor thethird time, I grip her hips to keep her from moving off me. “It will be better if you just do it,” I tell her firmly.
She shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I assure her.
When she begins to sink a little farther, I thrust up and pull her down. She inhales sharply with a tear streaking down her face. “You fucking bastard,” she slaps my chest and tries to get off of me.
I sit up taking her face in my hand andbrush the tears off her cheeks. “Embrace the pain, pixie. It makes the pleasure more worth it.”
She looks at me with murder in her eyes.
And I realize I’m in fucking love.
Wait! What?
