“Come for me, little rebel,” he whispers.
And with those words, I shatter. My back arches off the bed, and I’m vaguely aware of the sounds coming from me, but I can’t place them. Electricity fires in every nerve as my pussy contracts. I feel a flush of liquid as Elias lets out a low growl. Darkness lines my vision as my hips buck against his hand that’s still working my g-spot, dragging every last delicious sensation out of me.
As I come down from my high, I barely register my legs being thrown over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
“Now that I know you can squirt, I need to taste it.”
I barely register the words before his lips are on my pussy, licking me from bottom to top. My hips buck off the bed, but he wraps his hands around my thighs, keeping me in position.
“Elias, I can’t. It’s too much,” I cry, every nerve in my pussy heightened in ways they’ve never been before.
He lets go of one of my thighs and pushes his fingers inside me, curling them deliciously as pressure builds in my abdomen. There’s almost no resistance, my pussy slick with my juices.
Pleasure builds in my spine again as his tongue flicks over my sensitive clit. How is this possible? I’ve read of multiple orgasms and squirting in romance novels, but I never thought I’d be capable of it myself.
He moves his fingers against my walls as he slurps my wetness. My head falls back as pressure forms in my belly, making my toes curl. He pushes his fingers so deep inside me as he sucks on my clit. I scream as I shatter for the second time. Liquid gushes from my pussy as I leave my body. Pleasure shoots through every inch of me. It goes on for what seems like minutes before I open my eyes, my breathing heavy.
I look down and see Elias’s beautiful face, soaking wet. Horror fills me as I sit up and scoot up the bed.
“Oh my god, Elias. I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before.” I say, my palms cupping my cheeks to cool the redness.
He looks at me, bewildered. “Kat, if I died drowning in your come, it would be a fucking blessing. You havenothingto be ashamed of,” he says, sternly.
His eyes roam my body, pausing over my glistening pussy. Somehow, I’m not ashamed. I believe him. Kat from a year ago—fuck, even a week ago—would have curled in on herself. But he looks at me like I’m his God and I’ve just performed some type of fucking miracle. And I’m slowly starting to believe that he’s not lying.
He slowly removes his shirt, draping it over a nearby chair. My jaw slackens at his body. Scars snake around his ribs and collarbones, and I resist the urge to trace them with my fingers to extract their stories. I lick my lips as he pulls his slacks down, his hard cock springing free. My pussy flutters in anticipation. He’s huge. Anxiety forms in my stomach at the thought of taking all of him. But then I remember the way heasked if I wanted this. The way he promised to stop. My nerves morph into anticipation.
He leans forward, crawling up the bed as he settles between my legs. The tip of his cock rests against my clit, making me shudder.
“Last chance,” he says, taking his cock into his hand, his fingers only barely touching around the girth of him. “Do you want me to stop?”
I don’t even wait to answer; my eyes locked with his.
“Fuck me, Elias,” I moan, lifting my hips so his cock now rests at my entrance.
He presses the tip harder against my entrance and holds it there, my opening stretching slightly to accommodate him. There’s no way this is fitting inside me.
“Relax, Kat. You’re doing so well,” he soothes as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
He presses harder with delicious slowness as I start to part around him. My eyes grow wide as I stretch to accommodate him, already feeling incredibly full with so little intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Kat,” he grunts, moving his hips forward.
He rocks slowly back and forth, each time pushing a little further in. Even with how wet I am, my pussy struggles to take all of him. Each inch feels too much and not enough at the same time. My head falls back and my eyes shut as the sensation washes over me.
He pushes his hand under my neck, pulling my head up. “Eyes on me, Kat,”
My eyes fly open as he slams all the way into me, to the hilt. My pussy stretches greedily around him like I was fucking made for this. I cry out as ripples of pleasure soar through me.
Pain and pleasure mix, and I feel so fucking full, the sensation makes me dizzy. He reaches parts of me that have never been touched before. I look down and see where our bodies join. His thick cock, glistening with my juices, sliding in and out of me. The sight makes me moan and my pussy contract.
“Fuck, Kat. If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.” He reaches down and swirls his fingers around my clit.
“Oh my god,” I pant, electricity building in my spine again.
“There is no god here. Only me,” he says as he slams into me with such force that I slide up the bed. “And when you come, it better be my name leaving your lips.”
