Page 61 of Those That Don't Exist
I swear sparks ignite from where she rubs on my erection, firing electricity all over my body. A guttural moan escapes my lips, she swallows the sound hungrily. Our hands start moving, hers roam my chest, my neck, my shoulders. Mine move down her body, gripping her waist, her hips, before settling on her ass to bring her down on me again, needing more of her weight back against my crotch.
She breaks the kiss, panting, “Ty, please,” she whimpers.
“What do you want Red?” I pant, needing to know exactly where her thoughts are.
“Please make me forget, I want you to fuck me, make me feel something good.” She looks at me so lost my heart gives an aching thump.
“I want nothing more than that, Red, trust me.” This time I push myself up into her, gliding the full length of my concealed cock against her core. I see the heat hit her cheeks. “But you know I can’t. Plus, you’ve had a shock today. I don’t want to be just your distraction.”
“You’re not. I have wanted this, us, since that first night.” She strokes my chest with her palms. “I need to feel alive right now, please prove to me I can feel good. I want to feel pleasure. I don’t want the pain.” She’s almost crying again, the heartache I see in her vibrant eyes almost has my resolve crumbling.
“Let me fuck you with my tongue, I’ll make it good I promise,” I say punctuating it with a kiss. I can’t offer more right now and keep us safe.
“Ok.” Her eyes bleed with disappointment but I won’t let that last for long. She wants an escape? I can give her one.
I wrap my arms around her and quickly stand, making her gasp. I spin round and pretty much drop her back on the couch as I come down on top of her.
My lips quickly find hers again for another searing kiss before I devour her jaw. Lowering to her neck I lick a pathway down her skin. I want more of her to taste. In a swift move I have her jumper and shirt off, leaving her in only a black lacy bra. There’s skin on show which I’ve not had my lips on before. I make my way south of her collarbone, kissing and biting - sans fangs - down between her breasts and onto her stomach.
“Are you sure?” I question, dropping more open mouthed kisses on the most delicious skin.
“Yes, please Ty, don’t stop,” she pleads, before releasing a delicious moan as I drag my tongue along the band of her bra, her taste driving me wild. One of my hands cups her breast over the thin material and not so gently squeezes whilst the other finds the fly on her jeans.
“Take this off,” I demand, hooking a finger in one of the cups, snapping it against her skin.
She obeys as I move so I’m kneeling on the floor before her. I make quick work of removing her jeans and socks. I take off my top too as I’m overheating from the sight before me. In her matching black lace underwear she looks like a fucking goddess of temptation. I quickly move back between her spread thighs, her heels resting on the edge of the sofa cushion.
I drag my nose up her centre, relishing in the scent of her arousal and the little mewling sound she makes at the contact.
Feral, that’s how I am right now.
I want to go slow, I want to savour this as the moment I get to taste her for the first time but my patience is completely absent. Ripping her underwear down her legs before I place a hand on each of her thighs to hold her open to me. I take a second to admire the view of her glistening cunt before I lean in and lick my tongue up the full length of her core. Her moan of pleasure has me doing it again immediately. Her taste is better than anything I can remember having on my tongue. I want more and so I take it.
I lap at her entrance several times, eating up the wetness she’s producing for me. Because of me.
I’m getting both drunk and high off of it.
No, it’s more euphoric than either of those things. I’d know.
The bud of nerves at the top of her pussy calls to be licked and sucked on and so I do. Above me Red writhes, her hips bucking as I latch on to her clit. Every sound that escapes her throat only drives me on.
One of her hands moves to my hair, gripping it tight, making sure I don’t move off her. As if I would. The other gives me a show as she plays with her own breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. I memorise the way she rolls one between her fingers for future use. This time it's me groaning against her flesh.
I spend a few moments more at her clit, rolling it with my tongue and making sure it's wet with my saliva before heading down to her entrance again. I bring my hand up so I can continue playing with her bud using my thumb whilst my tongue pushes as deep inside her as I can go. I can’t stop another moan escaping my throat at the fresh taste of her.
I fuck her with my tongue whilst working my digit in light circles around her clit. It's not long before she’s tensing, her walls around my tongue contracting. My dick is hard as stone and throbbing against my jeans. I quickly unzip them with myfree hand, taking myself out so I can stroke my length as I feast on my Red.
I fork my tongue, licking as deep as I can.
“Oh fuck… I’m close. Ty, I’m so close,” Red pants as she tips her head back. Her words heat my skin as they land, my own pleasure heightening at knowing I’m pleasing her.
“Come for me, come on my tongue.” I pause only long enough to instruct her.
The moment before the orgasm hits her, her whole body coils tight. Then she’s crying out the sweetest sounds. Her walls contract in waves around my tongue and I’m rewarded with more wetness to lick up. I work her through her climax, soaking up the noises she makes as she slowly descends from the high.
I rise up onto my haunches whilst still gently playing with her clit, giving her aftershocks. I’m pumping myself harder now, feeling my own release building quickly.
“Come on me.” The best instruction I’ve ever gotten hits my ears and I look up to see Red’s gaze locked on me. On the show I’m giving her. “Please, mark me with your release.”
