VIOLET
I don’t even know how I formed a response, the way his deep baritone voice nails me right between the legs, and that’s before his mouth has even touched me where I am desperate to feel him.
His mouth moves to the inside of my thigh, his tongue sweeping out, licking a trail over my already sensitive flesh before he clamps his mouth over my centre. I buck into him, hating that I’m still wearing my knickers.
He pulls back all too quickly. “Stand up for me, beautiful.”
Pushing myself up and off the counter, my feet hit the cool kitchen tiles. He towers over me and dips his head, stealing another kiss before lowering himself to his knees and dragging my knickers down at the same time. I watch as he presses light kisses and gentle touches up the length of my body as he stands to his full height. And then he circles his index finger in the air, and I turn around. I feel his warmth on my back, desperate for his touch.
He kisses my shoulder before sweeping my hair out of the way and moving to my shoulder blades before trailing a path with his mouth to the nape of my neck. My head bows forward, all my nerves tingling with excitement and anticipation. He pushes the back of my neck forward and kisses down the length of my spine until he reaches my arse cheeks.
“I fucking love your arse, did you know that?”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t know that.” My voice cracks. If he didn’t consume me so much, I might be self-conscious. But I don’t have time to dwell on it when he palms each of my arse cheeks and squeezes before his thumb slides between them spreading me open.
“Oh my God.”
He sucks air through his teeth. “Can’t wait to pleasure you here, but not tonight.”
What does he mean, not tonight?
And then he presses at my puckered arsehole, and I tense. I’m not sure if it's through fear or excitement at the prospect of him doing just that.
His mouth kisses my arse cheeks before his big, strong hands grip my hips and he spins me around. I have to grab his shoulders so I don’t lose my balance.
“Spread your legs.”
I do as he says without hesitation.
“Good girl.”
His words cause me to gasp. If I weren’t so turned on, I’d say something. He looks up and gives me a cheeky smirk before his face turns serious, and he returns his focus to my centre.
Slowly his fingers inch up my inner thigh to my folds, where he uses my wetness to coat them before he slowly dips one in my entrance, but it's shallow, teasing. The more he continues to move the tip of his finger on the inside of my opening, the more aroused I become. His lips hover over my centre too. He gently sucks, his tongue swirling over my clit.
His other hand trails up and down my calf before locking behind my knee, and he raises my leg and hooks it over his shoulder, and I reach behind me to hold on to the kitchen counter.
My stomach clenches when he replaces the tip of his finger with his tongue, and I expect him to impale me with it, but he doesn’t. Fucking hell, this is something else. My other leg trembles, and my fingers grip the counter while he continues his ministrations. It’s both torturous and divine, but in equal measures.
“Oh, Jesus.” I feel my body tremble, and I want his tongue deeper, but I also don’t want him to stop what he’s doing as he brings me to new heights of pleasure; this is new, and I love it.
Everything is building higher and higher as I climb to reach the top, and then it's a euphoric explosion, colours dancing behind my eyelids as I throw my head back.
“Oh, fuck, Nathan, please…” I have no idea what I’m pleading for, but he reads my body perfectly as he continues to let me ride out the most intense orgasm until there are only small aftershocks remaining.
I have to lean against the counter for support. My legs no longer feel like they’re my own. Nathan rises to his feet, kissing my neck, cheeks, and lips.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says, cupping the back of my neck, his eyes drinking me in like he’s ready to go again.
“Um, thank you,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
His eyes trail over my face and down my throat.
I stare back at him, then look down at his clothes, frowning. “Why am I the only one naked?”
“All in good time,” he says with a cocky smirk.
Shaking my head, I slap at his chest softly when he spins me so fast that air catches in my throat.
