Page 70 of Sweet Surrender
I closed my eyes, trying to find a fragment of confidence fromsomewhere deep inside me. “I can’t sit on your face,” I said quietly after I took a breath and opened my eyes, finding his dancing with mirth at my embarrassment. “I’m too heavy for a start, and isn’t that a little…you know…too intimate?”
Nash chuckled darkly. “Sweetheart, let me assure you, you aren’t tooheavy. I wish there was a way I could show you what I see when I look at you like this. You are perfect in every way.”
My heart started galloping as fast as a racehorse. Nash’s words hitme in every part of my body, and like a moth to a flame, I could feel myself being drawn into him.
“And as for being too intimate,” he continued, oblivious to me meltinglike a puddle in front of him. “There’s no such thing when it comes to you. I want to get to know every little part of you. I want to lick, suck, and taste every inch of your body, including your cuntandyour asshole. And I’m going to fuck you, Savannah. I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to fuck every one of your holes and claim them as mine because you belong to me.Now, I thought I gave you an order, so be a good girl, and come and sit on my face so I can drown in your sweet juices.”
Oh. My. God.
I was gone.
Once again I was Nash’s puppet, only this time his dirty words werecontrolling me, because what he just said?
Yeah, I wanted that.
I wanted that more than I cared to admit.
Summoning up the courage from somewhere, likely the alcoholswimming in my blood, I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my panties, all the while keeping my eyes on Nash.
When my panties were off, an accomplished smile tugged at his lips,and he shuffled up the bed, laying down.
Pushing past the insecurities beginning to creep up again, I climbedonto the bed, crawling up his sculpted body, and hovering over him to admire the inkwork covering him. It was an array of black and gray artwork of different designs that must have takenhoursof sessions to perfect.
Nash must have decided I was taking too long ogling him. His handscame up to grab my hips, and impatiently, he pulled me forward, almost making me lose my balance. Fortunately, I managed to steady myself, face-planting into his chest was not exactly sexy.
“Get your ass up here, sweetheart, I won’t ask again,” Nash growled,his demanding tone hitting me right between my legs.
Crawling the final way up his chest, I used the headboard to pullmyself up and positioned my legs on either side of his head, attempting to hover over his face, but Nash had other ideas.
He gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his mouth, holding mein place. I didn’t stand a chance against his strength, and the second my pussy hit his wet lips, his tongue darted out, swiping up my slit.
“Oh,” I cried out at the unexpected bolt of pleasure shooting throughme. There was something about him licking me from this angle that made my clit instantly throb.
From underneath me, Nash let out an appreciative groan as histongue got to work lashing my clit.
With my hands gripping the headboard for dear life, it wasn’t longuntil I was grinding my pussy against his face, any hint of insecurity gone, replaced with the desperate need to come, the throbbing in my core growing stronger with every stroke of his tongue.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Nash said, his voice rough as he pausedto take in a breath. “This is the best pussy I’ve ever tasted. Definitely the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of pride shot through me from hiswords. He buried his face back in my wetness, his tongue once again lapping violently, and all coherent thought disappeared. All I could focus on was the intense orgasm building deep within me as I realized where I was heading.
I was going to squirt again.
“Nash!” I squealed, trying to lift my body as the intensity became too much,and the fear that I really would drown him when I squirted tookover.But Nash gripped my hips harder, holding me immobile, and I had no choice but to endure his nibbles and licks on my sensitive clit.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Nash said in between flicks of histongue. “Come for me, and let me drink everything you have to give.”
I never understood it in books and films where a woman claims tocome on demand. That was until this moment. At Nash’s order, something in my brain clicked, and I wanted nothing more than to obey and please him.
With a final stroke of his tongue, my orgasm hit me like a freight train,and as I tried my hardest to hold myself up and not suffocate Nash, juices gushed from me, coating his mouth and chin.
He didn’t stop licking though, not until he lapped up every part of my release, and pushed me straight into a second orgasm which made my eyes roll heavenward.
My head was in complete chaos, and for a few seconds, it felt like Iwas not in control of my body. Something that Nash decided to take full advantage of.
Suddenly, he flipped us over, and before I had time to acknowledgethat I was now on my back, he grabbed my legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders as he supported my hips with his hands, and my lower back with his knees.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” hegrowled, a feral look I’d never seen on him before taking over his face.
