Page 32 of Erik

I wrap one hand around his magnificent cock. I lick my lips as tiny beads gather on the purple head. I splay the fingers of the other hand on his thighs, grabbing his flesh as I dip my head. My fingertips discover healing slashes on his inner thighs, and I caress the thin, reddish skin.

He winces. I glance up to find self-consciousness beaming back at me.

I plead, “Get out of your own head.”

The muscles on his legs remain taut, his breathing uneven.

I flatten my tongue against his hard-on, lapping it, root to tip. With lips drawn over my teeth, I encircle his engorged head. I suck him like an ice cream, teasing the slit with my pointy tongue. He breathes through his nose and the muscles on his belly quiver. He fists his hand on the cushion. I devour my delicious treat, cradling his balls, licking his shaft.

The heady taste of his pleasure coats my tongue, my excitement floods my sex as I hollow my cheeks, eager to drink him up. My heart skips a few beats, and I shriek, when he hooks his fingers under my armpits and pulls me up until our gazes meet.

“I don’t want this to end so quickly,” he rasps, in reply to my questioning frown.

He drags his fine butt down the couch to kneel before me and tosses the cushions on the floor beside us. He nudges me to lie on the improvised bed. When I do, he braces himself on ripped forearms, and nuzzles my collarbone. I fling my head back, exposing my neck to his warm lips, lifting my knees to nestle his hips, sinking my nails into his back.

Biting my lips, I moan when he unhooks my bra. He kneels between my spread thighs. Enthralled, I watch him unfasten my belt, sending the crimson skirt to the floor. He wraps the ends of the velveteen cord around his wrists. I lick my lips when his cock twitches against his belly. He descends the impromptu blindfold and I stop him with one shake of my head.

I clench his wrists. “I want to delve into my dark side with you, but not tonight. No masks for our first time. Please.”

His eyebrows meet and dark shadows play in his chocolate gaze. When I open my mouth to offer more arguments, he flings my belt across the room. I don’t see where it lands because he sears my lips in another bone-melting kiss.

Pleasure drenches my panties under the tip of his fingers as he massages my core. Kissing his way down my body, he slides the piece of black lace down my legs. His breath catches when he zeroes in on my naked flesh. I tug his inky-black curls when he covers my sex with his sinful mouth. He goes to town on my juices. The more he drinks, the more I give him. I arch my back off the floor, moaning as my body shudders under his lips.

He withdraws. I grunt his absence.

The hunger in his gaze pins me down. “For weeks, I’ve longed to bury my cock in you. Now, all I want is to drown in your sweetness.”

Gripping his forearms, I thrust my hips up. “Yes, please. Go on.”

A lazy smile curves his swollen lips up. “Trust me?”

Panic rushes the blood away from my face. “No kinky stuff?”

“None. Just earth-shattering pleasure.”

I crinkle my nose. “Okay,” I agree, in a feeble whisper.

He wraps long fingers around both my ankles, pulls my legs up, over my head, folding me like a rag doll. The backs of my feet rest on the couch, and I gasp at the realization I’m at his mercy, exposed. He leans to drink my protests with his mouth on mine. Instead of a fierce kiss, he smooches my lips, gliding his tongue over them.

“If you get uncomfortable, just say ’stop’ and I will.” He rubs his nose against mine. “Promise?”

“Promise,” I stutter since breathing has become a scorching feat.

When he presses his mouth to my cleft, I groan. My sex quivers around his lips as adrenaline spikes my heartbeats. This decadent, sinful new position brings an avalanche of pleasure I’ve never dreamed of. His expert tongue finds my clitoris, flicking the tight nub. He grazes it before sucking my core as if his life depended on it. Bright spots illuminate my closed eyelids.

“Oh fuck,” I howl, surprised at the curse word that rolls off my tongue.

He abandons my core to scatter kisses on my inner thighs, smiling against my sizzling skin. “Who’s a naughty girl?”

I scratch the fluffy carpet, pulling tufts of fibers when his flattened tongue laps my folds. My legs wobble, my sex vibrates. I gasp for each breath, and none is enough because my lungs are on fire. An orgasm surges deep inside me with the strength of a tsunami. I pop my eyes open to meet his. The sexiest smile plays on his glistening lips.

He licks them, arching a perfect eyebrow. “Divine.”

My eyelids flutter, my breasts heave. I grunt, “I can’t hold off.”

He grins, satisfaction etched on each muscle of a face so gorgeous it should be sculpted in marble. “So, don’t. I want to watch you come.” He releases one of my ankles to insert his fingers inside me, stretching my body, pinching my hardened nub.

With a high-pitched squeal, I call his name, coming undone for him as he’s asked me to. Wave after wave wash over me. As I float in ecstasy, his movements become a blur as he unfolds me. I strain my unfocused gaze on his face when he pulls me to sit on his thighs as he kneels on the floor.

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