Page 25 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
I moan for him and he groans for me.
The warmth of his mouth, the glide of our muscles against each other is fuckingarton its own.
Why have I never done that before, I don’t know but this is exactly where I want to be right now.
I make a split-second decision to place the fourth seed on my pubic bone above my clit and pull away from our kiss.
“Down,” my index finger directs him closer to the final seed. I’m waiting to be licked down there.
Luka’s fingers brush over my thighs, “Very demanding.” He shoves them hard to the sides, locking me in place.
In seconds, he glides his tongue across my mound. Slowly. Teasingly. Rows of his saliva mark my flesh till he stops just above my clit—for a minute that feels like forever—then crushes the seed with his lips, sucking it hard into his mouth for another lifetime. Stopping. Sucking the same spot that makes my pussy ache. Stopping once more. His tongue rolls in a circular motion over that speck of skin.
My whimper-moan breaks the silence encompassing us.
“I’m not going to give you what you want so easily.” His husky voice envelops me as I squirm underneath his tormenting touch. “Not until you give me what I want.”
“What do you want, Luka?” I pant out.
“Your screams.”
My delicate moans make an appearance as he resumes to suck that spot again. I gasp at the pressure it sends to my clit but he stays up there and not reaching my pussy quite yet.
He flips me like I’m a feather under his hands, and rubs my ass delicately, squeezing my flesh under his large palm before the thunderous smack echoes in my ears.
SMACK.
Another one lands on my other cheek.
“Ahh.”
Something cool touches my spine, and another one and another one. Total six.
“What is that?” I ask.
“Strawberries.”
I feel them along my spine, then Luka’s tongue presses against my ass and he licks a line to collect the first strawberry.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“So fucking beautiful. A feast.” He separates my legs wider and starts to work on my clit. Rubbing it in circles, pulling away, squeezing my ass, licking another spot on my spine, and collecting.
The sweet torture is never-ending as he drags it to a limit I know nothing about. “Ohh, Luka.”
“You’re so wet,” he rubs my clit faster and faster, squeezing my ass with his other palm before he licks his way to the last one. “So good.” He flips me back to face him.
He tosses the blindfold off onto the counter somewhere behind me. “This, I want you to see.”
Pulling me gently by the throat and my wrist to sit. He grabs a strawberry, dips it in my opening to gather my arousal, and shoves it inside my parted lips along with the tip of his thumb. “Show me how well you can use that sassy tongue of yours.”
I comply.
Slowly, I let my tongue circle the sweet smooth fruit and his fruity-flavored thumb. Sucking on them both.
He groans and rolls his eyes to the back of his head in pleasure.
I’m able to bring this rock-solid wall of a man this kind of satisfaction. It’s empowering. Holding onto something precious like this.
