My thighs are slick with my arousal. It’s embarrassing how soaking I am right now. His fingers slide into my pussy without resistance. Slick, squelching, dripping. But his light touch is not enough. I spread my legs for him. He ignores the movement, so I pull them wider. He ignores that too, lazily swiping the pads of his fingers through my wet folds. I’m panting, needy, trembling with desire.
His teeth graze the side of my jaw before nibbling along its line, and I tilt my head to the side, granting him access to my throat. He sucks the skin where my neck and shoulder meet into his mouth and hums.
Lightning dances over my body as he breathes on me. His breath skims the fine hairs on my skin. The way we’re lying, I can’t move one arm to nudge his hand where I need it to be. And my other arm isn’t responding to commands either. It’s hanging limply at my side, like my body is resigned to submit to him.
I whine, moaning, pleading, begging with him to give me what I want, what I need. When the pad of his thumb brushes my clit, every part of my body lights up like someone flicked the switch on a Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. My entire being hums to life right down to my core.
His trail of kisses slips down to my peaked nipple. He’s sucking so hard he has to have left a path of hickeys from my neck to my breasts, but I don’t care. He can mark me everywhere as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
His tongue swirls around my nipple in time with his fingers on my clit. Every now and then he pauses, sinks his teeth into my skin while I beg him not to stop, plead with him to keep going, or he listens to my ragged breaths and moans.
He’s whipping me into a frenzy. I’m hurtling toward the promised orgasm. But his movements are languid, slow, in his own time. Like he controls my every breath, and my body will do whatever he wants it to.
He’s not wrong.
His rock-hard dick is pressed against me, and every time he moves, the cold metal from his piercings add to my sensory overload. I fist the sheets, bucking my hips against his hand when he stops dead and drags his fingers back up my body leaving a slick trail of my arousal in his wake.
Sucking his fingers into his mouth, he moans. “My pussy is so fucking wet for me.” He says it with such warmth, such wonder, such heated desire that I almost come undone.
His pussy. It clenches like it’s sentient, enjoying his declaration, his possession, his desire.
His hand finds its way to the apex of my thighs, and his fingers slip back into a rhythm of circling my clit while he sucks on my breasts.
“Who do you belong to,mi putica sucia?”
I’d love to say that if he called me his dirty little slut in English, I’d slap him. But I love his filthy mouth. Even if I said I didn’t, the growing puddle of wetness under my ass on the sheets would call my bluff.
“Cuéntame.”
“Soy tuya. I-i’m yours, Ares. B-body and s-s-soul. P-please, don’t stop.”
My head is anchored into my pillow, my back is arched, my nipple caught between his teeth as I buck my hips, riding his hand, chasing my release.
“S-so close.”
A low rumble vibrates through my nipple, sending shivers over my skin. He loves it when I tell him I’m close, when I tell him I’m hot for him, when I check my anxiety and shyness at the door and let loose in bed with him. What he loves most is when I tell him what I want him to do to me.
“That’s my girl.”
His.
My insides start to tremor and flex as much as my extremities, eyes rolling back in my head. My grip on the sheets tightens as his tongue flicks in rhythmic strokes against my hard nipple between his teeth.
It’s coming. The crest of the wave I’m chasing is so close I can almost taste the release. A little further, and I’ll get to where I need to be.
“Come for me,chiqui.” His voice is so smooth, vibrating against my skin as he speaks. I suck in a breath, ready to give him what we both need, ready to fall apart on his fingers.
“Eloise?”
Eyes snapping open at the sound of my name as my bedroom door hits the wall, my hand is in my pajama pants, body hot and flushed, and heart racing faster than it has any business doing.
Oh my… that was… a… dream? My heart free falls to the floor.
My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.
Why is Tori standing in my doorway?
“Ah. My bad. You were making… noises. I thought something was wrong. This…” She waves a hand. “Definitely not something wrong.”
