Page 30 of The Cerulean Sister
Smack.
"I will consider it," he whispers.
I wait for another strike, wiggling back and forth, but there is only a brief pause before I feel his hungry mouth on my core instead.
I cry out at the sudden switch of sensations and fist the sheets around my head, backing myself into him, wanting more.
His tongue laps up the wetness in a way that feels like he is devouring me. His strong hands on my thighs tighten their grip, steadying me while his pointed tongue slides into my channel. He drags his tongue up and down, but every time, he misses my clit and sends me into a frenzy of need.
"I need more, 99." I reach down between my legs, slicking my finger to circle the throbbing spot.
"You will have more, but it will be because I give it to you," he growls, sounding almost angry at my impatience and pulls my hand away.
He rises up taller onto his knees, his warm hand still holding me in place by the grasp on my hip, fingers digging in.
Smack.
I gasp and push back closer to him, but he holds me firmer, not allowing me any space to squirm away from the scolding for interrupting him with my need.
I come up onto my hands, wanting to see his expression, but that move grants me another sharp smack, so I sink down again into the position he wants me in.
He pauses, waiting for more defiance, and then says. "Are you going to be good?"
Chapter
Eight
“Yes, Commander," I vow, the throbbing ache of my core reminding me how empty it is.
He hums in approval, reaches around to my front, and then shuffles himself so close I can feel the front of his thighs pressing against the back of mine. His cock rests heavily on the cleft of my ass and leaks warmth onto my lower back.
I press backward, making it slide with slickness across my skin.
His breath hisses out and then his finger slides to my scorching heat to find my clit.
"Mine," he groans, leaning over me and whispering into my shoulder.
My knees feel weak as he circles it, exactly how I like.
His fingertip is the only thing I can focus on, a hypnotic burn across my nerves as I start to roll my hips in tandem with my surging pulse.
I am rewarded with praises and how good I am when I cry out.
Slow thrusts start to rock against me where his length still rests, like he is having a hard time not stealing some pleasure of his own against me.
He rises up from being pressed so close to my back, rubbing my bundle of nerves faster, more brutally. I can feel him line his cock up to my entrance, the vulgar sound of my core almost sucking him inside.
But he holds it there, just outside as his fingertip circles my clit with blinding friction, making me moan and gasp into his pillow.
"That's it, Priestess. Come and I will give you more." He continues a constant steady pattern with no variation, knowing from past intimacies that I need more of the same touch when I am this close. He has no desire to tease and drive me crazy anymore; now he wants to make me come as hard as possible.
He groans as I buck back into his cock, wanting it to fill me up so badly.
My orgasm comes with little warning at the feel of him almost breaching my entrance. I whimper at the relentless rub against my clit, the heated sensation sending me over the edge and into white-hot bliss. The pressure is so overwhelming, my eyes roll back on their own, straining in the sockets.
Just as I am cresting the top, he sheaths himself inside me, so slowly.
My cries drown out his groan as he continues to rub my clit until I am finished, my walls clamping down on him like a strong fist.
