Page 60 of Give Me Strength

[You are more than enough, my love. You are my everything.]

“In English?”

He grins. “I need to taste your pussy.”

I’m ninety-five percent certain that’s not what he said, but I don’t have time to think on it before his hot tongue sears a trail of arousal down my inner thigh then touches my wanting, waiting clit. A moan escapes my lips, and he rewards me by teasing me with his tongue.

He hums and easily, his fingertips easily glide through my wet folds and brush across my swollen clit. With the wide pad of his tongue, he licks me slowly, at the same time teasing me with his fingertips. My thighs spread further, wanting more of what he’s giving. He digs his palms into my inner thighs and seals his lips over my clit. My back arches, my mind reels from the sensation his tongue elicits. I fist the comforter beneath me as his tongue swishes over my clit, then around and then over.

“Mine,” he hums against my pussy as he pushes a finger into me, then a second. Both curl inside me, seeking out that tender spot. My body twitches the moment he finds and presses against it, then proceeds to drag his fingers all over it while torturing me with his tongue. I can’t stop the string of expletives that slip past my lips.

“Gilbert,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, my body twitching as my orgasm barrels into me.

It’s a whirlwind. One second, I can breathe, the next I can barely see. Harsh pellets of pleasure rain down on me. My toes curl as I pulse and throb, coming harder than I knew was possible. He hums and keeps going, his noises of appreciation triggering another one.

“Give me another,” he mutters and swirls his tongue around my clit again and again, increasing his strokes, curling his fingers again. So I do. I’m at his mercy and he knows it. He eats me out until I’m spent, twitching and sweating, a pile of molten orgasmic bliss.

Slowly, the waves ebb and I open my eyes to find Gilbert leaning over me, his dark eyes lined up with mine. So caught up in my own aftermath, I didn’t realize he’d shifted. Then, slowly, while he has my attention captive, he slips his fingers from me and smears my juices on my lips. As if on autopilot, my lips part and suck his fingers into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the digits, just as he had done to my clit just moments prior.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, cutting into my lusty haze.

I look down the length of my body and find his hand wrapped around his thick shaft. When did he take off his pants?

Who cares?

What was he saying again?

Ah, yes. The pill.

I shake my head. “I never had a reason to.”

He swallows. “Ash, I?—”

Reaching up, I place a finger to his lips. “No condoms. I don’t want there to be anything between us for our first time.” I don’t know where this sudden boldness is coming from. The logical, responsible part of my brain is screaming that this is a horrible idea, but the rest of my body is calling the shots here. My pussy is in agreement too, still twitching at the thought of being filled by him. “I want to feel everything. I need to feel all of you, at least once. You can pull out.”

He nods and nudges my thighs open, adjusting them before covering my body with his. “This is going to hurt, Ash. I’m sorry.”

In one fluid movement, he’s inside me. Stretching me. The pain is so fierce I cry out and he stills inside of me.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers against my throat, flicking his tongue over the pulse that throbs madly. Then he sears his lips to mine, kissing me as he tenderly holds me until my body gets accustomed to the intrusion.

Which it does. Eventually. But he’s still kissing me. I wriggle beneath him, testing to see if it still hurts. He lets out a sharp hiss. So I rotate my hips and flex down on his throbbing cock as hard as I can manage. He chokes out a laugh and drops his forehead to mine, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Ash,” he groans. “You’re so tight, I’m barely hanging on.”

“So lose it.” I flex again.

“I can’t,” his voice is strained, like the thought of him hurting me pains him.

“I’m okay,” I tell him, even though I’m not. Not completely, anyway. I am fevered, frantic with need, the ache throbbing deep within me begs to be satiated. “I need you to move. Please.”

A low hum rumbles in his chest, then he begins to move, slow and gentle at first. He pulls back enough that his cock slips from me, leaving me feeling empty. It’s almost worse than the pain.

Lifting my head of the pillow, I gaze down between us and see traces of red on his cock as he pulls out halfway. He pushes forward and I watch as the rest of his cock disappear completely inside of me. The sight is something I will never forget.

“You still okay?” he whispers, his eyes trained on me as I watch us. As he does it again.

I nod, my head falling back. “I’m more than okay.” My voice is raspy and breathless, somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

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