Page 91 of Kept in the Dark
She tries, pushing harder and convulsing around the tip in the back of her mouth. I groan—the pleasure is so great it has almost become pain. She finds a rhythm that does not choke her, and I let my head fall back against the tile. I can still watch the view through half-closed eyes.
She bobs her head and twists her hand, and I am lost to the sensations and the sight of her.
“You enjoy this,” I realize as her eyes drift shut. “You like sucking my cock.”
She hums her response to my question, and my whole body erupts in chills. I know she can feel it happen where our skin makes contact, and I think I detect an excited increase in her pace.
“If I took my fingers and reached down, I bet I know what I would find,” I say, watching her reaction. One of her brows quirks up in a look of helpless arousal. I know instantly I have found another thing she likes—the frank, sexual, somewhat degrading talk. “I bet you have made a mess. I bet you are ready for me again, though you say you are not.”
She makes another noise, one that might be closer to denial, but her pace increases again. My words are spurring her on.
“I know what you said, but your body tells a different story than your lips. Though now I suppose your lips are too full of cock to say ‘fill me with cock,’” I muse.
She snorts, a thick, wet noise around the length in her mouth that makes both of us groan for different reasons. She gags herself on me again, and my legs tense as my body bows towards her.
“Is that what you want, Nicole? Do you want me to fill you? Do you feel empty without me inside you?”
She whimpers, and the vibrations go straight to my balls. They tighten, and my breath quickens. The nerve endings in the rest of my body awaken, readying to send me over the edge of bliss. She rolls her tongue along the rim of my dick’s head, and my eyes roll back.
“Yes, like that,med. Fuck, you are so good. I am close; you will swallow it all. You can do this,da?”
A muffled noise of agreement fills the air. Suddenly, she cups my balls with her other hand, and it is like being electrified. My body goes so rigid, so hard that it snaps, releasing in an instant.
She moans. Lost in the moment, I tighten my hold on her hair, groaning through the pulsing orgasm, seeking more of the warmth in my release. My abs are still lurching, caught up in the intensity of the sensations, when she pulls back against my grip.
With a curse, I release her. She swallows pointedly, wiping the corner of her mouth, and takes a few deep breaths. Through the breathless haze of the release and the swirling steam of the shower, I realize that there is not a drop of my cum anywhere on her. She swallowed it all, and if the self-satisfied look on her face is any indication, she liked it.
My balls tingle. I will be ready to give her more very soon.
“Come here to me,” I rasp, grabbing her wrists and standing with her so I can kiss her.
28
Nicole
Love language: touch.
We shower together, and he refuses to stop touching me, even when I laugh and try to pull away. He wraps me in a towel, trapping my arms, then curls his hand around the side of my neck to hold me in place for a kiss. He’s languid now that the edges of his need have dulled, but the feeling of his lips against mine and his tongue sliding in, taking easy, unhurried ownership, revs me right back up.
The pounding between my legs is persistent and urgent, but my stomach growls loudly, and he smirks against my lips. “I was prepared for that,” he says, leading me out into the main room.
I fix the towel, tucking it under my arms, and pad along behind him, watching as he takes two containers from a stack of four and places them in the microwave. I gently scrunch my hair as they heat, mindful of his eyes on me, then follow him over to the sitting area while he sets everything out onto the coffee table in front of the couch. I accept a fork and take a seat with a smile of thanks while I reach for the still-steaming container.
Once I’m settled with it, he leans back in his seat and angles himself towards me. I mirror his posture, thankful for the small distance. Maybe I’ll actually be able to focus on eating if I can think straight.
“Why are some of these containers labeled with your name?” he says, nodding towards the food. “Is it an allergy?”
“No, it’s probably because it’s meatless.”
Eleanor has been so good to me. And the first bite is bliss. It’s got an amazing, flavorful sauce, rice, and perfectly steamed veggies. Bit odd for breakfast, I’ll admit, but considering Dimitri’s eating chicken and broccoli right now, I know he probably just didn’t look at what he grabbed. Plus, I don’t mind something a bit more fortifying, since he had a look about him in the shower like we’re not going anywhere for a while.
“Is that what those cubes are?” he asks, pointing to one with his fork.
“Yeah, tofu. You’ve never seen tofu before?”
“Tofu?” he repeats, but it’s a scoff, not a request for clarification. “Why would you eat this?”
“I’m a vegetarian. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before, considering how observant you are. I guess we haven’t really been eating together.”
