Page 33 of Then Came You

As if he can read my mind, he drops me on my back, and I bounce on his cloud-like duvet.

The only light bathing us is the half-moon outside and the twinkling lights dotted in the distance. My eyes adjust, and I see the feral look on Blade's face as he stalks and lowers himself toward me.

"I need you," I rasp. His forest jade eyes are pure onyx, and his pants are choppy and staggered at my words. Flicking open my shorts, which are undoubtedly wet, he makes quick work of sliding them down my legs until he finally dives between my thighs.

He inhales as if he's cataloguing my scent to memory.

His nose nuzzles my covered pussy, making me feel the savage sting of my ordinary cotton pants on my clit. The deeper he presses, the more I'm convinced he's about to give me a nose job, which I don't even think is a real thing, or if it is, I've absolutely never heard of it before. Just when I'm about to ask the world's stupidest and sexless question, he backs away a tad and pokes out his tongue so he can taste me from the outside. Again, the friction and the dirtiness of it all has me wound up like a tight coil ready to spring free. I writhe and moan loudly, something I’ve never been able to do because of my living situation.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Baby girl, your cunt is the best thing I’ve tasted. Is all this stickiness because of me?” He laps at my panties, sucking them into his mouth, pulling my lips along with them to get a better taste. It’s as if he’s ringing them dry of their juices but the effect is the complete opposite for me and I’m more of a leaky tap.

“Please don’t stop,” I cry, so deep in my own oblivion. I worm around on his bed, bucking my hips to get closer to his mouth. My hands are bunching the sheets, but I know in a moment they’re going to be tangled in his hair.

“I’m not stopping until you lose your voice. Take your top off and your bra.” The gravelly demand settles in my bones as I dutifully obey, tearing the clothing away from my body. When my breasts bounce, he glances up and groans. “Fucking perfect.” My nipples are razor sharp and pulsating for his touch. With a growl, he leaps up from his kneeling position and sucks his mouth over one of them, while fiddling with the other barbel.

Threads of electricity course through my body, down to my clit.

“Blade…Blade…” I chant, feeling my first nipple orgasm bolting to a climax.

He sucks as if he’s been in the desert for days and this is the first sign of thirst-quenching water for him. Euphoria doesn’t cover this feeling, nor does nirvana. He cups my other breast, feeling its weight in his palm, before reigning down a quick sting of a slap to the side of it. Grunting at the obvious wobble of it, he does it again, and pinches my nipple so I feel the full magic of the barbel. Best fucking decision of my life getting these piercings. It only solidifies my want for a clit piercing. “Yes, yes…Like that,” I heave, before seizing in a crippling orgasm, limbs stiffening and heart stuttering at the sensation.

His tongue doesn’t stop its assault on my body. Instead, it slithers below my breast bone to where my tattoo is and traces over it. His skilful mouth bites, licks and kisses every inch of my waist, stomach, and hips. I’m only slightly conscious of the yellow bruise that still adorns my skin from Mum’s kicks, but his lips are like a balm over it.

“You have no idea how much of a turn on your simple white panties are to me, Row. You’re fucking killing me, baby girl.” I can’t afford all the sexy shit normal people can, so I opt for the basics. Bonds are even out of my price range, so what he’s looking at is a $2 Anko pair from Kmart that has a little bow on the front. They’re so flimsy that I don’t even have to peek to see how see through they are from how wet I am.

With his teeth, he drags them down my legs until it’s dangling off one ankle.

My mewls echo around the room at his laborious breaths as he takes in the sight of my hairless, slick pussy. Licking his lip, he salivates at the sight. “Look at you, baby girl. Look at what a perfect cunt you have, Tink.” He scratches his jaw. The jaw I so desperately need scraping any part of me. When he snaps out of his trance, he folds my legs over his broad shoulders and eats me out like a rabid dog. His movement is so sudden that a high-pitch wail falls from my lips. It takes me a second to compartmentalise just what he’s doing to me.

His index and middle finger stab into me as the tip of his tongue batters at the pearl of my clit. My pussy is making absurdly loud wet sounds that if I wasn’t the one getting finger fucked, I’d think it was someone squelching through a wet puddle of mud. I gasp for oxygen, knowing my detonation is imminent.

My hips lift off the bead as I whimper helplessly at the onslaught. Not having a bar of me wriggling away, Blade presses one firm hand down on my pelvis, locking me to the bed. “Such a juicy pussy, baby girl. Your cunt was made for me.” The rumble of his words reverberates through my body.

I’m losing my sense of reality.

“Yes, daddy.” The filthy term of endearment slips from my lips. I’m overcome with embarrassment and automatically stiffen as the words leave my mouth. He soothes my reservations by saying the one thing that equally shocks and thrills me.

“Say it again. Tell me, baby girl, who am I?” His teeth nibble on my clit, firing little explosions through me.

“Daddy,” I wail, liking how that word sounds coming from my mouth. I can feel the curve of his smile against my skin before his tongue dives back down.

“Have you fucked this tight little hole thinking about me?” He grunts, slurping at my clit. I nod wordlessly. He can’t hear me. Of course, he can’t hear me.

“Yes,” I sound like a screeching dolphin. Gripping my ass cheek with one of his hands, he suctions his mouth on me, his stubbly jaw brushing a delicious carpet burn into my skin.

“Do you like my fingers inside you? My tongue on your horny clit?” It’s carnal and visceral and I think I could come at his word alone. Both hands fly to his head when he finds the exact spot that makes me tumble upside down.

“Yes…Yes…Oh…Oh…I’m coming,” I announce, gushing all over his face. My legs lock around his head in some sort of wrestling move, urging him to gorge on me as I grind out my orgasm. My body is completely on fire, and I’m shaking as if I’ve been electrocuted. My eyes go fuzzy, as does my hearing, and then there is an exhaustion I’ve never felt before. It’s a satisfying exhaustion, which makes my body feel light and heavy at the same time. As my soul floats back down into my body, I feel Blade's tongue haphazardly making little strokes on my pussy.

He breathlessly pulls away, removing my legs from his shoulders, placing them underneath his arm pits. My wetness is shining on his skin, glistening as if it’s his own personal trophy. One of my arms is lazily flopped on my stomach, while the other entwines with his. He brings it up to his mouth and kisses the back of my hand.

I tense at the sight of my short, dull nails. I can’t afford a manicure like most girls my age, so each Friday when I visit my sister, we use the beauty stash in the cancer ward to pretty up our hands. Today is Thursday, and they look like a dog’s breakfast. But what’s beautiful about this moment is that Blade doesn’t seem to care about my lack of finesse.

“Such a fucking good baby girl you are, Tink.” He licks and kisses up my body, until he settles on my chest, holding the majority of his weight off me.

As a comfortable silence stretches between us, my hands roam freely over the lattice of his back, luxuriating in the firmness of his physique.

We spend the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies.

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