“Play with my nipples.”
His chuckleleavesme quaking.“I am playing with them,my queen.”
Exhaling in frustration, I snap, “No, not like that.Like –”
My headfallsback.
My back arches.
As his lips close around my nipple, I dig my fingers into his thick curly hair and moan.Dear flippin’ gods.His mouth should be immortalised.There should be a business forthis.Making moulds out of mouths and then casting them with a spell so theycanmove with such heat and grace.
Itwouldbring an end to necrophilia, that’sfor sure.The slogan could be:Don’t let their kicking off stop you from getting off.
Oh, no, wait, that soundsmore like an advertisementfornecrophilia.
I jerk beneath his sucking, nibbling lips.My thoughts scatter.If he’djust stop for a second, Icanthink of a better slogan.
But when I open my mouth, all that escapesisa moan.
Releasing my breast, he moveshis attention to the other one.His hand trailsdown my stomach.Through the slit in my dress.Arching back as his fingers touch me, I writheagainst the wall.Or door.Or whatever itispressing against my back.
“Who knew my queen was such a naughty little slut?”
His wordsincrease the heat inside of me.My hips buck from his caress.
“Did you like being played with in front of everybody?Looking in their eyes and wondering if they knew you had a toy going off inside you?Did you touch yourself when I wasn’t looking?”He pressesa finger against mylips, slipsit right between them.
I shudder, the pressure inside me building towards an eruption.“Yes.”My breath hitches.“I liked it.”
“And did you touch yourself?”
Ishakemy head.Realising hecan’tsee me in the dark, Isay, “No.”
“Good girl.Because it’s mine, isn’t it?”
I nod,then leanmy head back against the wallon a gasp.His finger slidesup and down the length of my pussy.Gods, Iamclose.I just need him inside me.Need him to touch me like I’vewanted to touch myself all evening.“Yes.”
“Say it.Say, ‘My pussy is yours, my king’.”
A beautiful heat racesthrough me.His lips suck on my breast.His finger strokes.Clutchingathis hair, Isay, “My pussy… is yours…” Moaning, I squirm against the door as his finger ramsinside me.
“My king,” he growls.
Whimpering, I buck my hips.“My king.”
He shovesanother finger inside.Loweringhis other hand,he rubsmy clit.“Good girl,” hesays, his mouth full of my breast.
Riding his hand, I tug on his hair, pulling him up, pulling his lips to mine.He kissesmewiththe same pacingashis fingers.Long slow licks match his thrusts.My bodycomesalive in the darkness, growing too sensitiveunder his touch.I grabhis hands to stop them.I squeeze my pussy around his fingers, trying to fight the waves of pleasure begging to be released.
“Stop,” I pant.“I want you inside me when I come.”
His fingers still.
Drawing them out, with my hand still clutched around his wrist, he liftshis fingertips to my breast.A wet slickness spreadsacross my skin.Shivering, I wait for what I knowisgoing to come next.
Bending his head, he licksmy chest clean.“Guide me in then,” hesaysas his tongue lapsat me, tasting me on my chest because heknowsif he lickedmy pussy, Iwouldhavecome.
Reaching for his trousers, I yank on the crisscrossing belts.I’mtoo close.His kissesareslow and leisurely, but I’malready on the edge.My hands tremble.My pussy clenches.
