She keeps going, kissing around my hips and inner thighs, leaving occasional nips and sucks– never getting close enough to my pussy. And frankly, I’m too frustrated to let her have her fun any longer.
“Eat my fucking pussy now, Cyrus.” The words are a growl, frustration and need ebbing out of every fibre of my being.
With one last kiss to my mound, she trails her tongue from my clit to my hole. Stretching me open with the end of her tongue and lapping up the mess I made of myself.The air is filled with my gasps and moans, as she works me over.
Two fingers replace her tongue, curling and scissoring me open. Her mouth moves to my clit, sucking the nub and flicking simultaneously. It takes her seconds to have me close to the brink. Working me over with such precision, and after all the teasing, I’m ready to erupt.
“Fuck, you eat pussy so damn good, dove.”
With fingers still threaded through her hair, I push her into my pussy harder, giving her no choice but to devour me the way I desperately need her too.
Blood rushes in my ears and my heart thumps wildly, bashing against my ribs in time with Cyrus’s punishing fingers. My brain short circuits, giving away to lust, and the need to soak Cyrus’s face.
Pressure builds low in my middle.
Sparks radiate over my flesh.
“I’m going to–” I don’t finish my sentence, as a torrent of cum squirts out of me. Cyrus moans, lapping up every drop I give her, prolonging my orgasm and having me see literal stars.
Even as I come apart, Cyrus doesn’t stop her fingers, sending me spiralling again. Her tongue laps around my hole, teasing the edges of her fingers, taking everything that I give her with moans of pleasure.
Slowly, I come back down to earth, using my grip in her hair to pull her away from my throbbing core.
Her mouth and chin drip with my cum. Her lips turned upwards as she licks my essence off them.She’s so fucking hot.Dragging her up to my mouth, locking mine with hers, winding our tongues together and tasting myself.
Now, I want to taste her, mix the taste of us together on my tongue. But her damn clothes are still in the way.
Abandoning the grip on her hair, I shove her shoulders, pushing her off. “Stripoff.”
Immediately, she jumps up and pulls off her shirt, before dropping her trousers to the floor. Leaving her completely bare.
“No undergarments, dove? How naughty of you.”
“I was in a rush to get ready without waking you up.” She shrugs. “Besides, I knew once I got back, I’d be getting undressed again.”
Cheeky bitch.
Gathering her hair in my fist again, I bring her mouth down on mine. Her knees instantly bend to allow for our height difference. Hands slide around my waist, hefting me into her body, moulding me perfectly to her frame and lifting me so she doesn’t have to bend.
Pulling away, I stare into her eyes. Deep ocean eyes are swallowed by the dark expanse of her pupils.
“Get on the bed. Chest down and arse up.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
CYRUS
My pulse thrums deep in my ears as I position myself on the bed.
With my chest down and arse up, exactly as I was instructed.
From this position, I can’t see her. I can feel her presence behind me, looming and ominous. Without seeing her, I have no idea what she plans to do with me, the anticipation making my pussy pulse with need.
The clap to my arse cheek is unexpected, I yelp and grip the bed covers. The sting dulls as she rubs her palm over the reddened flesh. I arch my back, displaying everything I am to her.
When her palm comes down again, I’m prepared– only letting a small yelp, that dives straight into a moan. “You’re so responsive, dove. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
Nodding into the mattress only earns me another smack. “Words, dove.”
