Page 128 of Light in the Dark
He runs his hands up my thighs, burying them in the tender creases where legs meet hips, thumbs pressing in just above my sex. His touch carves over my hips and behind me, gathering my ass and pulling me to the edge of the couch. My legs hook over his arms and he holds me like that, ass hovering off the edge of the couch, thighs splayed wide. Touching soft, ghostly, questing kisses up my inner thigh, Felix teases me, kissing nearer and near my pussy before kissing elsewhere instead, until I'm crazed with need.
"Fee, please, fuck, stop teasing me."
He rumbles a laugh. “Mmmm…no. Not yet."
More teasing—kisses to my thighs, my belly, my pudendum, the delicate silk where my thighs meet my pussy, his beard scratchy in the most amazing way.
"Please," I whisper.
"Please, what?"
I push him toward my pussy. "Eat me out, Felix. Make me come.Please.”
He snarls, an eager, muffled sound as he fuses his mouth to my pussy, tongue swiping up my seam to flick against my clit. He lets out another hungry rumble, tongue delving between my nether lips, sweeping through the drip of my desire.
"Fuck, I love the way you taste."
"Mmmm," I breathe. "Fee!"
I feel a tremor building already—I give myself to it, trying to convince myself to relax into it. His tongue is quick and busy, flicking and probing, swiping and circling. The tremor builds into heat behind my navel and spasms in my thighs, an arching of my spine and contortions of my abs. I cry out as he sucks my clit between his teeth, and then the tremor cracks apart inside me and becomes a full body shudder; I drape my thighs around his neck, rest the backs of my knees on his shoulders, heels hooked over each other behind his neck, toes curling as he devours me to level after level of heady, delirious ecstasy.
"Oh fuck—Felix!"
I clutch at his head, dig my fingers into his hair and knot them in the silky, cool locks, hips helplessly rocking to the rhythm of his tongue. He runs his hands up my belly, toying with my tits as he plies me with his mouth, and all I can do is hold on to him as he works me into a frenzy unlike any other.
Yet, the moment before my climax bursts, he pulls his mouth away, grinning up at me with a mischievous glint in his ice chip gaze, beard soaked with my essence and glistening in the afternoon sun.
"Felix!" I hiss through gritted teeth. "Please, fuck, please—don’t stop now! I was about to come."
"I know."
It's all the answer I get.
Grinning at me, he trails a fingertip down my seam. Fits it between my lips. Delves inside me. Withdraws. Traces down my slit again. Delves inside again. Withdraws again. And again—a single push of his finger into me.
"Fee!"
He turns his hand palm facing up, dipping his long middle finger inside me, curls it, withdraws until just the tip of his finger is snugged between my pussy lips, and then presses in again. I gasp at the delicious intrusion of just his finger, and now I'm craving the fullness of his cock inside me.
The memory that plays in my mind as he toys with me and teases me with that one middle finger, is me on my knees in front of him, his thick hot hard cock sliding into my mouth, and the wonder on his face and in his voice as I give him pleasure.
And I want that again.
I want to taste him.
I want to make him wild. Make him lose all sense, all control.
I want to ride him.
I want to lie beneath him and take him inside me.
I want to be on my hands and knees for him, screaming as he pounds into me from behind.
I want to be taken. Owned. Set free.
For now, though, all I can do is shudder and shake as he ever-so-slowly builds me back up the mountain of ecstasy to a shuddering, shaking, tremulous orgasm, all with a single finger.
And…stops.
