Inexplicably, tears flood my throat. I can feel the tightness.
I reach for him, pulling him down, my mouth seeking out his. Softer, slower this time, but with the same hunger. His weight settles over me, both grounding and unbearable at once. I can feel that he's shaking, trying to hold himself in check.
“Don't be careful with me,” I whisper against his lips. “I don't need you to be gentle.”
“What ifIneed to be?” he says on a harsh exhale.
I can't help but cup his face in my hands. “You don't. You can stop pretending I'm glass. I can take you, Flint.”
I smile and I know he sees the challenge in my gaze.
Flint comes undone.
He kisses his way down my body — neck, chest, stomach — until he's kneeling between my thighs. He reaches up to peel off my jeans and underwear, the fabric disappearing in one swift motion. He spreads my thighs with his hands and I can feel them tremble. I hear his breath catch.
Before I have the chance to become self-conscious, he rasps, “You're dripping. Did I do this to you?”
“All for you,” I manage to gasp out, as he runs a single, callused finger, along me.
As the words leave my mouth, his gaze meets mine. His eyes darken like a storm. Then his mouth is on me — slow and sinful, his tongue circling my clit with maddening patience. I gasp, hips bucking against his face, but he presses me down with one arm across my hips, pinning me to the couch.
“Hold still,” he growls. “I haven't had a dessert in years.”
I whimper as he licks deeper, tongue pushing into me before flicking back up to circle me again. He sucks on my clit — hard — and my spine bows like I've been struck by lightning.
“Oh fuck, Flint–”
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them against the bundle of nerves, and my entire body lights up, the climax hitting hard and fast. My cries ring in the air, sharp and raw, and Flint groans against me, licking and sucking, pausing only long enough to whisper "good girl," before his tongue finds me again. Another climax slams into my body, sharper, clearer than the first. He continues to feed on me through it, like he needs to memorize the taste of my pleasure.
I collapse what feels like a lifetime later, panting, limp and slick. He finally rises.
His mouth is glistening, which almost has me coming again. His eyes look feral, the intense clear blue of them almost glowing.
Can multiple orgasms cause hallucinations?
“You came so fast for me,” he says, roughly. “You used to beg me to stop and beg me not to — in the same breath.”
I grin, wickedly. “still might.”
He unzips his jeans with a hand and his cock springs free — hard, thick, flushed dark at the tip. I reach for him, but he catches my wrist.
“Uh-uh,” he says, voice gravel. “Not yet. Tonight's not about teasing. It's about taking.”
He grips my hips, maneuvering my hips to the edge of the cushion. Gripping himself firmly in hand, he runs his cock through my folds, coating himself in my slick, wet, heat.
“You want me to fuck you?” he growls, watching my face.
I'm no longer even capable of making a coherent sentence, let alone having a real, rational thought. The man is looking at me like he'll die without me. This giant, fierce warrior. He looks like a God — his eyes glowing from within with fire, soft, taught skin over hard, rippling muscles. Even in the aftermath of him making my body sing, I crave having him inside me and I can see him shaking with need.
I nod, dumbly.
“Raw?”
Another nod. I reach for him, and he stops me again, leaning forward to pin my head next to my head.
“You want me to stretch this pretty pussy open and fuck you until you can't say any hint but my name?”
I moan.
