Page 46 of Knight With Benefits

The sound I made barely resembled a word. Some mangled blend of whine and growl, it sounded almost as pathetic as I felt as he edged me right to the brink before pulling back over and over.

“Please what, Beautiful?”

I was a sweaty, panting mess, definitely not beautiful, but it still sent tingles through me whenever he said it. Losing the growl, I curled my toes and squeezed his sides, lifting my hips higher as I clenched my eyes shut.

“Let me come.”

It was the weakest whisper, the barest plea, but he took mercy on me. Hardening his tongue into a point, he circled my clit with firm pressure before sliding it down to my entrance, thrusting it inside as he ground his face against my center.

“Come for me, Gwyn. Give it to me,” he muttered into my flesh.

Suddenly his lips sealed around the little bundle of nerves, the world freezing with the first lash of his tongue over the tip. The second ended all sounds other than the rushing of blood pounding in my ears.

Lungs crippled, heart stumbling, the third lick shattered reality, my vision going white before my eyelids slammed shut. All there was in existence was the rippling waves of pleasure spreading from where his mouth touched me, tormented me, and broke me into pieces.

Unlike the other orgasms I’d had that started at the peak and sloped off, this one built, each wave pushing the next higher, and higher, until I trembled beneath the onslaught, unable to stand anymore.

And just as it grew to be too much, verging into pain, his tongue slowed, the tension eased, and I floated down far longer than ever before.

I was dead.

I’d died of pleasure.

The orgasm had stolen my wits and left me nothing more than a shell.

I’d never be able to feel anything ever again.

Or so I thought, until he stopped lapping up my release and rose to cover me, his heavy body settling between my thighs, the hair on his chest abrading my sensitive nipples as he leaned down to claim my mouth as thoroughly as he’d claimed my cunt. I could taste myself on him, the naughtiness of it adding a secret thrill to the kiss that had my body somehow responding again.

Releasing me so we could both breathe, he lifted his head to look down at me as he pushed hair off my sweaty forehead.

“That was the first one. You seemed to enjoy being teased, so maybe I should just keep doing that.”

As hard as it was to imagine orgasming again after the one I’d just had, I still scowled at him.

“You’d better not.”

Brow lifting, he smirked.

“Or what?”

Huffing, I smoothed my features and gave him a sweet smile.

“Or you won’t be getting your own release, in, on, or anywhere near me.”

Mouth popping open, he faked looking affronted.

“You wouldn’t!”

Pursing my lips to keep from laughing, I shrugged.

“Do it and find out.”

Letting his head drop into the corner of my neck, he rocked his hips, digging his shaft into my thigh.

“That might be a little painful, so I think I’ll pass. This time.”

I let out a laugh that turned into a gasp as he clamped his lips onto the side of my neck, sucking hard enough to cause a pinch of pain with the wave of pleasure sliding through my body. Goosebumps rose along my arms and legs, and I instinctively angled my pelvis so he could penetrate me easier.

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