Page 129 of Light in the Dark
Again.
“Felix! Goddammit!” I whimper, hips bucking, every part of me—mind, body, and soul—desperate for the rush and relief of release. "Please, for the love of god, Fee, let me come, please!"
“You're not ready yet," he grumbles, words whispered against my sex.
"I am!" I snap. "I'm ready. I'msoready. Please!"
"I love it when you beg."
Irate, desperate, and delirious, I grasp at his face. Stare into his eyes. “Felix Crowe, I swear to fucking god. Don't play with me!"
He just grins, nipping the sensitive skin of my upper inner thigh sharply enough that I gasp in shock. "Felix!"
"You wanna come, Ember?" he asks.
“God, please!"
“Then trust me."
I growl in frustration. "I'm trying."
He slips that finger back inside me, and then adds a second, and then his thumb presses against my clit and his mouth is questing beneath my navel, dipping kisses lower and lower, and then his thumb is gone and his mouth is there suckling my clit and his fingers are plunging in and out of me with a come-here curl that does something insane to me, makes my belly flutter and my blood burn and my skin tingle and my pussy tighten around his fingers.
I can't keep still, now. I clamp my thighs around his ears and lift, quaking as an orgasm like no other mounts within me. It's titanic and wild, sun-hot even in this growing, nascent form. My hips buck and dip, my thighs quake, and small breathless screams rip out of me as Felix plunges his fingers in and out of my clamping, pulsing channel while suckling and tonguing my aching, throbbing clit.
"Fee! Oh god, Fee!FEE!"
He growls wordlessly as he thrashes my clit with his tongue, the sound one of pure male aroused enjoyment, eager and hungry. His left hand slides and stutters over my flesh on its path to my breast, squeezing it with delicious, ungentle aggression while his right hand squelches inside me and his tongue swirls and flicks my clit.
This time, as I quiver and gasp my way to the edge of climax, Felix doesn't stop.
He sustains the pace, fingers drilling and slicking in and out of me, tongue flicking and circling, hand squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple just this side of too hard.
"Fee!" I whimper. "Oh—oh—oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Fee!YES! Oh god, yes, oh god, yes!" I writhe and arch off the couch, crushing his face to my sex and clamping down on him with my thighs as I detonate.
My scream is loud in my own ears, a wild shriek of ecstasy, utterly without reservation. There's no holding this back, no keeping it in. Felix keeps me going, pushing me to a second climax hard on the heels of the first, and my scream dissolves as my lungs run out of air, and then all I can do is gasp for breath and thrash and buck and mewl.
"Fee!" I push him away, or try to. "I can't— I can't…"
"One more, baby. Come for me one more time."
“Oh god oh fuck—” I tangle my fingers in his hair and hold on so savagely it’s a wonder I don't rip his hair out by the roots, but he only growls again, feasting on my clit like a starving man at a banquet. "Felix, I…oh god, ohmigod, I'm—I can't, I…ohFUCK!"
Another throat-searing scream tears out of me as a third orgasm shatters me completely, every muscle tensing and contorting as the climax boils me alive from the inside out, white heat occluding my vision and sizzling in my veins, forcing me to curl in on myself as my scream goes ragged and trails off, tears streaming down my face, sobs wracking me.
Felix guides me through the last of the orgasm, slowing me to panting whimpers with soft kisses to my clit and gentle caresses of my breasts and delicate thrusts of his fingers, until I'm boneless and limp.
Darkness rises up and snatches me, pulls me under.
Twenty-One
FELIX
The amount of pride I feel when Ember passes out is ridiculous. Her eyes roll back in her head and then close and she lets out a tiny, quiet gasp and then she's dead weight, arms and legs going slack.
I let her feet down to the floor and scoop her up into my arms and carry her to my bedroom. Settle on the bed with her in my arms and get comfy, holding her on my lap, her head on my chest. My hard-on is at an awkward angle, pinned in place by her hip, but I stay still, accepting the discomfort.
Nothing matters but her.
