Page 48 of Sleepless Beauties
A groan shakes through him and his hand falls away, but it locks into the messiness of my hair as he guides me further down his length. I take as much of him as I can, until he’s brushing the back of my throat. And then I repeat the same motion all over again.
And again.
And again.
He grows impossibly harder against my tongue with every passing minute. The sounds of pleasure that rumble out of him are an animalistic growl that my sex reacts to instinctively.
He’s making me wet just by hearing his approval.
I want him as much as he wants me, and I’msotired of waiting.
“Turn around,” he commands once more.
But this time, instead of waiting for me to obey, he pulls back from me and grabs my hips. I’m still catching my breath as he drags my knees across the folded grass and shoves my dress up and my lace panties down. The tight material of my dress bunches around my hips. My back arches for him. My legs shake at the simple thought of his thickness filling me. I wait for that first delicious thrust.
I wait.
I wait.
I wa—
And then the soft caress of his tongue flicks over my opening from behind.
A surprised gasp cuts over my lips.
His hold on my hips tightens as he begins to roll his tongue deeper, flicking over my clit before diving in as far as he can go. The shiver of his groan goes all through me as he tastes and fucks me with his mouth.
The quickness of it all makes every sensation blur into one. I can’t tell what he’s doing, but my body reacts to every single move he makes. Every lashing of his tongue is like a glimpse of nirvana that lights me up inside. He leaves me breathless and gasping and wanting and needing.
And then he stops.
My eyes flutter open to the intense sunlight.
The sounds of birds are suddenly heard around us. Or maybe they were there all along…
His nails sink into my hips and just as the world is starting to reform around me once again, he makes it all fade away. A slick hardness slides down my sex and across my clit.
My mouth parts. Then he teases my opening. My legs spread wider, but still he just brushes himself over my wetness.
I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.
His lips curve up at one side in an arrogant -how do you like it now?-sort of way.
The cocky bastard.
Then he slides all the way in. Inch by glorious inch he stretches me to the most amazing feeling of fullness. He thrusts so slow that it’s an awakening of his body entangling with mine. The most unstable shaking courses through me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.
“Vuitton,” I whisper and the groan he replies with just sparks all new tremors within my core that lash out all through my body.
My hands tremble over the dry grass, and my fingers dig in to find any source of stability.
But it isn’t enough.
His hips collide with a speed I can’t even imagine. It’s fast and hard and I can’t even focus on my own breathlessness as he uses my body in the best possible way.
“Fuck,” he growls, and somehow manages to speed up his pace.
My moans are untamed as the winding whirlwind of pleasure inside me builds like a hurricane. Higher and higher, it continues to climb to new impossible heights.
