I take my time working my tongue between her thighs, paying close attention to the way she bucks her hips each time I lick and gently suck on her clit. With each pass of my tongue around her sweet spot, I feel her tremble beneath the warmth of my mouth, making me increase the intensity as I devour her. I have fantasized for so long about having her surrender her inhibitions to me that, in this moment, with her glistening in my face, I feel like I am about to burst. Just the sight of her arousal is making my cock ache to be inside of her.
“Like that, don’t stop,” she begs as she grabs hold of the small throw rug that she lies on top of, trying to brace herself against the pleasure coursing through her.
Just as she goes to grip the shag of the rug, I bring one hand up and over top hers, pinning her wrist down against the hardwood floor above the fabric she tried to grab hold of. She is too lost in my tongue on her to notice the floorboards in the hallway creaking with, undoubtedly, Eric trying to eavesdrop through the closed pocket doors of my study.
I almost feel bad for the guy. How torturous it must feel to be so close to the one you desire to only have them lost in ecstasy at the hands or mouth of someone else. I sneer to myself at the thought becausealmostis the keyword. I almost feel bad, but I don’t, because being so close yet so far from the one I need to bemi reinahas been my dull reality for far too long.
Being this close to her is intoxicating. Now, I know why addicts crave the high of the drugs I sell, because once you have a high that numbs the pain and propels you into pure bliss, you don’t care about anything else. She is my drug; she is my bliss.
My fingers dig into her wrist as if they are magnets being pulled toward her delicate skin. Desperation for her takes over, and the way she moans in response to my unyielding hold on her only increases my need to dive into her more.
With one hand still latched onto her wrist, I work my free hand inside of her while my mouth continues consuming her. Her soaked walls clamp down on my fingers as I slide them into her while sucking on her swollen clit.
I continue alternating between fucking her with my tongue and fingers as I feel her walls expand and contract as her release is near. She begins to arch her back, pushing my head deeper in between her legs. Her free hand clenches my hair as her orgasm reaches a crescendo. She forces my face down with such intensity that my lungs begin to ache as I am starved for air, buried in this bliss that is her arousal. The lack of oxygen only makes me want her more. Air is overrated, anyway. If I die buried between her thighs, then I will die a happy man.
Her hips thrash as she continues her spasming against my face.
I gently kiss her clit once more, making her flinch slightly beneath my mouth, still sensitive from her release. I’ll let her rest for now, because I can already tell my hunger for her will never be fully satiated. I could eat her sweet pussy for every fucking meal of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
She finally releases me from her grasp as I also undo the taut hold I have on her wrist, already missing the warmth of being perched between her legs. My hand trails her smooth skin as I rise to my knees. She lifts to a seated position on the floor and surprises me by taking my hand that was just inside of her, capturing it between her delicate palms.
With both hands, she raises my large, calloused hand that is still damp from her. The light of the fire roars behind us, illuminating her arousal still fresh on my fingers.
Her thick, dark lashes flutter as she glances down, admiring the slick reminder of where my hand just traveled moments before. A smile forms from the sweet depths of her mouth before she looks up, locking her seductive gaze on me. Slowly, she brings my wet fingers close to her full lips, causing an immediate pulse to begin traveling through my length.
My heart races as my cock stiffens even more than I thought possible as I watch the ink on my fingers disappear into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she begins to suck on them, bringing my digits deep against the back of her throat.
Fuck. What this woman does to me should be illegal. She teases me a few moments more before slowly releasing my fingers from her mouth. Licking her lips as if she just had a tasty meal. I notice her chest rise, taking in a deep breath, as if she is preparing herself for something. Perhaps, a confession?
And here I was thinking I was the only one of the two of us harboring secrets.
“He made love to me,” she blurts out.
Jealousy trickles in at the mere mention of another man after I just fucked her like that with my tongue. Perhaps one orgasm wasn’t enough, maybemi reinaneeds more of me to convince her that, in my presence, I am the only source of pleasure she needs.
“He made love to me … to answer your question from before,” she repeats herself as she walks closer to the shelves on the fireplace.
Her bare, delectable ass is in my direct view as she readjusts the fabric of her dress. Bringing it back down over her curves, sadly covering her flesh once more. Like a pathetic puppy, I stand to follow her, wherever she is going, I need to be there. I’m like an addict for her.
Shit.I pick up my pace, trying to not let my anxiety show as she begins scanning the books and other things that line the rich wood shelves.
I step just behind her as she slowly moves one foot in front of the other with a raised hand tracing the spines of the books before her. I notice her squint to make out some of the titles, playing it off like she is just observing, but I know with her being a writer that books are more than just decorations to adorn a shelf. They are her escape, her reality, and her refuge.
I find it adorable as she tries to decipher what my collection says about me. But still, I need to play this safe, one curious gesture toward something she isn’t supposed to see could derail this evening in an instant. So, I remain close and follow her, not like I am complaining.
Still studying the dozens of book titles before her, I clear my throat, trying to bring the conversation back to what she started just before.
“You know, if you weren’t so Goddamn sexy,mi reina,I’d be more enraged that you mention another man after I just had you weeping in pleasure on my taste buds,” I say, regrettably. As the words leave my lips, I feel an increase of blood rush down my shaft.
Her face flushes, startled from the intense desire dripping off my words. She bats those beautiful, full lashes at me like she did when my fingers were practically playing with the back of her throat. Though, this time, she looks at me with an adorable curiosity.
“Reina, huh?” she asks, biting down on her bottom lip.
“It means queen in Spanish.”
“I know what it means,” she says, unimpressed with my deflection technique. That or the nickname. “My mama was Puerto Rican,” she continues, this time, looking back at the bookshelf next to where she left off. “Spanish was her and my Titi Lana’s first language. Although, she didn’t teach me much outside of how to say the basics.”
“So was mine,” I blurt.
