Page 17 of The Cost of Love

“You are going to ride my face.” This time, I do look to see her worry and excitement battling with each other.

Chapter 8

Chanice

This man must be out of his mind. He looks at me with a smirk as he sits up on his elbows to see if I will follow his command. I couldn’t possibly. At my size, I would suffocate him. Not to mention the fact that I have only had someone go down on me a few times, and never while I rode their face. I want to say all of this to him, but he is staring at me like I don’t have a choice. I know I do. I know if I said we were done right now, he would stop. But he is also giving mega do-as-I-say vibes, and I want to give in to his control.

He watches as I hike my dress up my thighs until it bunches around my hips, exposing my knickers. I wore the only lace thong I own in preparation for this, and his lingering eyes make me feel like he appreciates it. He holds out a hand, gesturing for me to come to him. My thumbs loop into my panties, dragging them down. When they are off entirely, I try not to focus on the fact that he is seeing me half-naked.

He licks his lips and curls his fingers in a beckoning. Crawling across the bed to him, I kneel right near his face.

“I have never done anything like this.” I run my fingers down my smooth legs.

“No one has ever taken their time with you, have they?” He rubs a hand up and down my thigh, his finger tracing up to my ass. That question brings me to think about my former sex life and the lack of exploration.

I have only been with one person experienced enough to show me an amazing time. It was good enough to get me off, but it was short-lived, and we didn’t get to try much. The way he’s looking at me now makes me think that with him, I might get more than just the expected.

“No one has ever really had the chance,” I say, locking eyes with him.

“Well, that changes tonight.” He cups a handful of my butt. Using that as leverage, he urges me forward.

I swing my leg over his body until I am hovering over his face. The fact that he can smell me has me blushing as I determine if I really want to do this.

“Chanice, lower down.” There is a power to his voice that demands that I comply.

His hands come to rest on either side of my hips, holding on as he waits for me to do as he says. Imagining this man with all this money and power being trapped under me as my sex toy has me throbbing with anticipation. Without further thought, I sink into it and rest my pussy against his mouth.

I don’t know what I expected, but as his tongue laps up from my entrance to my clit, I feel elated. The sweet sensation of him moving underneath me is intoxicating. Pleasure erupts across my skin in goosebumps, with each stroke flooding my senses with ecstasy. I am moaning out loud, my voice breaking with every lick. The concentrated feeling of him focusing on my bud of nerves is so intense that I’m already shaking. The fact that he is doing all of this while being pinned under me is like a fantasy.

“Alexander,” I rasp, as he moves with a feverish disregard.

His hands on my hips begin to push me back and forth as he prompts me to grind. I rock forward and backward, feeling his mouth move against me. Every time I push up, his nose presses against my clit, pushing down on it. Knowing that I am covering him with me from chin to cheek has me preening with both embarrassment and pride. He is slick with me, and my pussy is flush with him.

Seeing that I’m doing as he wants, he lets go of my hips to grip my ass. He presses down on it as he squeezes, forcing me to put more pressure on him. How he can breathe under there is beyond me, but I’m past caring. I lose all control as I continue to ride him, speeding up more and more with each passing second.

He doesn’t let up. Licking, sucking, and moving his mouth in rhythm with me. His face is buried, and he is eating me out like it is his only way to freedom. To say that he is skilled at this is an understatement. I feel like I am riding a high that has my body threatening to fall apart. I don’t want this to ever stop, as I cry out from the sheer skill of his tongue.

When I think I can’t possibly take any more, he begins to nibble enough that the line between bliss and pain blurs. His teeth graze my lips and clit as he sucks and bites his way up and down.

“Holy shit,” I say, as I feel myself arching towards an orgasm.

The tingle starts in my toes and builds up through my legs until it is thrumming in every nerve ending. I am rocking against him with abandonment, grinding against his face like it’s a dick. I can’t get enough, it will never be enough, while being everything I ever need at the same time.

“I am so close,” I cry out, begging him to keep going. Needing him to do it just a little longer.

He goes into hyper-gear, moving even more, licking even faster, pushing me to the limit. It’s just what I need to have me crying out as my body shakes from the power of this come down. I twitch and vibrate, legs giving out as I fall off of him, incapable of holding myself up. The aftershocks of that earth-shattering orgasm have me mewing and moaning even when nothing is happening.

He grabs me into his arms and holds me as I ride the last of the wave.

“Oh my god.” I can’t help the wide smile taking over my face.

He turns me towards him, and I see that his face is glistening with me. The wild look of his hair matches the glint in his eyes as he stares back. He has never looked sexier than he does in this moment of debauchery. I kiss his lips, letting my tongue lick the taste of me out of his mouth. Gripping my face in his hands, he pulls me tight against him.

“You’re incredible,” I say, in utter awe of what he was able to do.

He ate me out with little care for his own well-being. He put my satisfaction before his own needs. To think he would take such consideration with nothing in it for him has my heart racing with admiration.

“I just wish I could have seen you come.” He nuzzles into my neck, leaving gentle kisses in his wake. “Next time.” He says it like it’s a challenge and a promise.