His kindness made certain that the opposite was true, so she grabbed the headboard and shimmied up his neck,positioning herself over his face. “What if I … suffocate you?”
His laughter fanned her soaked pussy, and she glowered.
“Don’t laugh at me!”
“I can’t help it. You’re fucking adorable.”
She sighed, ready to pull away, but he kept her hips stationed in plea. “Let me worry about breathing, aye? I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel right. Promise.” And then his eyes fixed on her folds, lids fluttering as though he was the one finding pleasure in this.
He nudged the hinge of her groin with his nose, suckling her inner thighs until she was wriggling in desperation. “Come on, love. I’m ready for you.”
She lowered carefully, and then his tongue trailed between her folds, and a cry clogged in her throat as a new, intimidating sensation pulsed through her.
Was this what it was supposed to feel like, overwhelming, white-hot liquid fire burning away all of her fears, leaving behind only pleasure?
How much had she been missing out on until now?
The peak of Warren’s nose bumped her clit, hands anchoring her thighs down despite her fear that she might squish him. He kept her in place with fierce determination as his tongue began to swirl over her entrance.
Eiley held her breath, trembling. She was already sensitive from her first orgasm; wasn’t sure how much more she could handle. And yet she couldn’t stop him, couldn’t pull away, her hips rocking of their own accord until the pulsing bliss rolling through her was all she knew.
“Warren,” she whimpered, knuckles turning white around the headboard. She lifted, trying to catch her breath, familiarise herself with her body again.
“It’s just us here,” he said. “You don’t need to be quiet now.”
And as though desperate to pull something louder from her, he tugged her back, his tongue lapping harder, faster, until her stomach was pulling with a tension so intense she was convulsing. Any worry melted away as her body took over.
“Warren!” She ground against his mouth over and over as her orgasm neared, leaning back as her limbs turned to jelly. It offered a view of the mess he was making as he feasted on her with carnal ferocity, animalistic hunger, lids half-shut as though it was as pleasurable for him as for her. “Oh, god!”
“Louder,” he urged. “Tell me how good it feels,mo ghaol.”
A scream rent through the van as she unravelled completely, a string of incoherent mutterings that were mostly his name falling from her without control. He didn’t stop, only working her harder, tongue reaching further.
“Warren, I already came. I can’t—”
Except she could, and was, because his fingers – three, this time – plunged into her without warning. Her last orgasm had barely ebbed when her next one wracked her like a thousand fireworks had been set off at once. Her arousal soaked his face, something she might have been embarrassed about if she was still anywhere close to cognisant. She rode until she couldn’t take anymore, then fell back onto his chest, heaving for breath. His chin glistened as he rose to look at her, high cheekbones red and eyes closer to black than brown.
“One more,” he begged. “One more before I bury myself inside you. Can’t get enough of this perfect pussy.” He fixated on her like a man possessed, tracing the crease of her groin. She jerked when he edged towards her swollen clit. She could barely hold herself up, now, and still she wanted more. Had he snapped something inside her? A self-restraint she’d never had any problem with maintaining until now?
Should she be terrified?
She slid down to Warren’s waist as he rose to a seat, supporting her spent body. “Eiley, I need you to tell me if you want to stop.”
“I don’t ever want you to stop,” she admitted, and tasted herself on him when he kissed her.
This time, their rhythm was languid, his hands gentle over her tender breasts. When heat began to build again, she was certain somebody had swapped her body with someone else’s.
“You okay?” he asked, over and over. She nodded, rocking against his erection to show him just how okay she was.
She needed him. She freed his cock, spreading his seed over the pink head of his length with the pad of her thumb. He was big enough that the thought of finally having him made her ache. Her foggy brain was only able to marvel at how hard he was for her. How he’d put his needs aside to make her feel good for this long.
“I could do this for days and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he said hoarsely, as though reading her mind.
She hummed in agreement, nuzzling into the sweaty nape of his neck. She was so tired, and not nearly tired enough.Not when he sucked her neck until her skin zapped with a pleasant sting. More love bites she’d have to cover up.
He fingered her slowly, gently, watching every flicker of sensation write itself across her face – like he was studying her. Like it was all he wanted, to see her enjoy it.
And god, did she enjoy it. So much so that she took control, grabbing his length and rubbing her clit along it until they were both slippery and groaning. When he nudged her open with his tip, still working her tits with his other hand, she came again, this one a tight clench that made her sore.
