Page 57 of The Cerulean Sister
"I need to taste you." He travels down my breasts, stopping to suck on each nipple with an obscene popping sound until they are hard and throbbing.
I spread my legs to accommodate his large body between them as he lowers. I want to drown in the sensation of him against me, his weight, corded muscles, and unyielding determination to give me pleasure.
I open our tether as wide as my thighs and let his amber light fill every inch of the space we occupy together. I do not need to speak, only show him what I want and what I need in this moment and to forget everything but him.
He lowers himself until I feel the scruff of his beard on my thighs, sending sparks across my skin, the slight scratchiness eliciting a hot coil in my already throbbing pussy.
I watch him press his face into the curls on my mound and inhale so deeply, I have to cover my face with the back of my hand to hide my embarrassment. There is a slight smirk on his face as he kisses my thigh, like he has been wanting to do that but wasn't sure how I would react.
"I also cannot let you leave this room without coating myself with your scent."
He kisses my thigh again when I run my nails through his dark, soft hair that's fallen onto his forehead.
I gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of my other thigh, his eyes dark and almost wild when I meet them again.
Then he descends on my pussy like a starving man, lying flat on his stomach, leveraging his elbows, and wrapping both forearms around to the front of my thighs, locking me in place.
His hot tongue goes straight to my core, lapping up the undeniable wetness there.
My cry dies in my throat when his lips wrap around my clit and he sucks without warning, his corded forearms tensing as my hips buck under the already welling pressure.
He continues the same pace and motion over and over. There is no prolonging the pleasure, no teasing, just pure determination to make me come as quickly as possible under his ministrations.
I grapple and fist at the sheets next me, the sensation not enough and almost too much all at once.
He growls deep in his throat when my hands go to his head, fisting his hair too hard.
My pelvis, no, my whole body is on fire, and I try not to scream.
Muscles tighten more than I thought possible but finally relax in a sudden gush of liquid that makes him jump in surprise, and then he doubles his efforts with newfound enthusiasm.
I push my head into the pillow, crying out, and know I am lost to the raging, unrelenting climax that seems to go on for minutes.
99 does not stop; he does not waver.
My cries come out in a silent gasp as the last of the tremors run through me.
The side of his face is red from where I held onto him, but he does not lift himself from my clit.
"99." I gently tug on his hair.
He instantly lifts himself onto his elbows, watching me with hooded eyes and a swollen mouth.
I'm out of breath and oversensitive, but seeing how hungry he still looks sends another aftershock through me, so I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on calming my breathing down, knowing this man has made me almost pass out on a number of occasions.
"I just need a moment," I pant.
He smiles and crawls up to his spot, and I automatically curl into the warmth of his arms around me.
99’s cock juts up into my belly again, now somehow harder, and I can't help but smile at the pained sound he makes as I accidentally rub against it to get comfortable while I recover.
He strokes my hair and runs his fingers over the fern pin that's likely tangled in the strands it once held back. I have worn it every day since he so sweetly gifted it to me, even to bed most nights.
The contented sound he makes on his next exhale makes the silence more obvious, so I press on our tether, searching for what he is thinking instead of verbalizing. But it's dull and intentionally empty, like he is trying to force himself to clear his mind.
It's odd enough to make me question the intensity with which he is trying to stay blank.
"What is it?" I giggle and lean my chin up to see his face, but he is staring at the fern pin in my hair. "Why are you making your head empty?"
