His eyes don’t leave my body as his hand hovers just above where I need him most. “Yes, princess?”
“I want to come.”
A small chuckle leaves his lips. “I know you do,” he replies, his fingers ghosting over my skin, igniting a fire just out of reach. “But this is about patience.” He leans in, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
His mouth begins a torturous descent, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, over my breasts, and along my stomach. My body arches, seeking more. My hands itch to tangle in his hair, but the restraints hold firm. He moves lower, his breath fanning over my inner thighs as he positions himself between my legs.
He looks up. “Tell me what you want, G.”
I swallow, my mouth dry. “I want your mouth on me.”
He brings a hand to the skin above my center, pulling up, exposing my clit. He flattens his tongue and runs it from my opening to my clit. The contact sends a gasp from my lips.
“You know I’ll give you anything you want, right?” His eyes are sincere, yet playful. “Anything you want, G.”
“Will you?”
His tongue slides over me again, my hips buck at the increase in pressure. I look down at him, our gazes locked. “For some reason, I can’t say no to you Gigi.”Lick.“I live for your smiles.”Lick.“It’s like I’m a servant to your happiness.”
He places light kisses around my clit as his words echo in my brain. Is he saying this simply because he’s in the moment or is this how he really feels? My thoughts are broken by his mouth finally covering me, his tongue finally moving at a fast pace. My arms and legs pull at the straps.
“Fuck yes, prince.” My back arches, my body using any outlet for movement. My chest heaves as he continues, the sounds coming from my mouth becoming louder. I feel my body tense as I focus on the feeling of his mouth and tongue, striving to get over the precipice.
Just then his mouth leaves me. My eyes shoot open to see a sly grin on his face. As if he can read my thoughts he says, “Not yet, princess.”
My head hits the mattress. “Fuck, that’s cruel.”
“It will be worth it.” He stays between my thighs, my skin hungry for his touch. After my body relaxes, his mouth is back on me. I hear his arm move against the sheets and he slips a finger inside me, slowly moving in and out of me as his tongue works against my clit.
“Fuck, yes. Thank you.”
A low vibration leaves his throat and hits my clit. I struggle to move my body, wanting to press down on his hand, against his tongue. As the intensity builds, he adds a second digit, the fullness a welcomed relief. Finally, fucking finally, his fingers hit that place inside.
“Keep going, please!” The restraints are my enemy right now. I want to feel his hair, I want to wrap my legs around his body.
Then his mouth and fingers abruptly leave me again.
“Goddamn it.” I call out as my lungs burn for air, my voice filled with a fraction of the frustration that my body feels.
He comes to his knees, shifting up the bed so he’s by my head. I look up at him, his eyes dark, his cock red and angry in his fist. “Open your mouth.”
I turn my head toward his body and open for him. He slides his cock between my lips, his eyes squeezing shut as I suction around him.
“Fuck yes.” He steadies himself with a hand on the headboard. “Just like that.” His hips start moving with my motions. “Suck my cock like the good little princess I know you can be.”
My neck strains as I move up and down his length. It’s as if the energy coursing through my veins searching for my own release transformed to the need to make him feel pleasure. I could come untouched right now, just by the sounds coming from him.
Just when I feel him grow even harder, bigger in my mouth, he slides out.
“Fuck these straps, I need to make you come.”
He moves quickly, releasing me. My hands search for his skin upon their release.
“I need to touch you, Marcus. Please let me feel you.”
His body covers mine and I grab his arms. His strong arms. The muscles tense under my touch.
“I love your hands on me, G. Drives me crazy when you touch me.”