Page 32 of Beyond Enemy Vows
His hands slide up my stomach, under the bra, and massage my breasts. I shimmy the bra off as he gently pinches my nipple.
I lick my lips and my mouth goes dry.
"Fuck," he breathes out, cupping my breasts. "You're perfect, Calli."
The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core, and I can't help the moan that escapes me.
"I love the sounds you make," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear every one of them."
He lowers his head and I feel his warm tongue circle my nipple. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me as waves of pleasure wash over me.
His free hand slides down my back, into my compression shorts, cupping my ass and squeezing. I push against him, feeling his hardness through his pants, and he groans against my breast.
"Niko," I gasp, his name a plea on my lips.
I reach down and undo his belt, and his pants slide down. I see his black boxer briefs barely containing him.
I stroke him from outside his underwear, and I feel his breath quicken against my skin.
I slide my hand inside his briefs and my fingertips find the shaft of his throbbing cock. He's large and thick, and his body goes slightly rigid as I stroke him.
When he can't take it anymore, he hooks his fingers around my shorts and pulls them down, never stopping his kissing and licking on my breasts and neck.
"Fuck," he says, running his hand over the top of my panties. "You're already so wet."
I bite my lip to suppress the moan from the electricity that shoots through me as he rubs me.
"You did that," I say, looking directly into his dark, lustful eyes, and say what my body demands of me. "So do something about it."
The wrap around my neck tightens as he gives it a tug, reminding me of our connection, of the surrender.
His eyes fill with erotic lust as one hand lifts me effortlessly, setting me down on the padded bench in the corner of the gym. The other pulls on my panties, dragging them down my thighs, slow, deliberate, like he's unwrapping a gift he's wanted forever.
When they hit the floor, he drops to his knees between my legs and spreads me open with both hands, then leans in.
"Niko," I gasp as his tongue licks a slow, torturous line up my center.
He moans against me, the vibration making my hips buck forward. "You taste even better than I dreamed."
I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging, gasping, riding his face as he devours me like he's starving.
Like this is the only meal he'll ever need. Screw dinner.
His tongue works me perfectly, circling my clit, teasing me until I'm shaking under him.
All the while, he never lets go of the wrap. His leash for keeping me where he wants me.
And just when I think I can't take any more, when I'm teetering on the edge of falling apart, he slides a finger inside me, and after a few seconds, slides in another. He curls them as his tongue continues exploring my clit.
"God, Niko. Don't stop. Don't stop!" I say, grinding against his mouth.
He doesn't.
I close my eyes, tilting my head back. My hand is still gripping his hair but I don't even notice. My body is humming. My toes tingling and I feel my core getting tighter.
Fire builds in me as I get closer to the edge. I've been waiting for him to make me feel this way longer than I'd admit, and now that it's here I can't control myself.
Tighter and tighter my orgasm winds me up, pushes me to the edge, and as Niko's tongue works its magic, I fucking explode.
