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“Cold?”
“Shut up,” I groan, embarrassed and flipping onto my back. I throw my arm over my eyes to hide my blush - as if if I can’t see him, then he can’t see me. Toddler logic I know, but I’m not thinking straight right now. I stay that way until I feel the mattress move and suddenly Thorn’s straddling me, knees on either side of my hips, causing the bed to dip.
“What are you doing?” I say too loudly.
“Shush. I'm going to make you relax if it’s the last thing I do.”
He decides I've seen enough and slips a satin blindfold over my eyes before adding something on top, a weight of some sort, that ensures I can’t peek. The move’s entirely unexpected. So, unlike Thorn that I’m startled. I’d expect a blindfold from Jax. The instant loss of sight is arousing, and my breath catches in my throat. Next, I hear the faint strains of music in the background. Finally, he brushes the softest of kisses across my lips, so gentle I wonder if I imagined it. I'm sure I can feel the weight of his stare on my body though, and my temperature rises imperceptibly. A light sheen of perspiration breaks out across my body, and I labour to keep my breathing regular. I feel beautiful, nervous, excited.
“You’re beautiful, Princess.”
His words, whispered in my ear, make me shiver and moan. When the warmth of his breath is gone from my face, I feel bereft without him. I can't feel him near me, nor sense his approximate presence, and I start to worry. A warm hand on my hip, meant to reassure me I'm sure, causes me to leap and cry out. Soft lips replace his hand, and I try to calm my racing heart, but it's too hard, too much.
His lips press against my temple, and a gentle hand caresses my hair. It has the desired effect: I calm and melt into the mattress. I need to relax, let go and trust him. I have nothing to fear. As he kisses along my cheekbone and down my jawline, I turn my head away from him to give him better access. His hand holds me firm, bringing me back to where he wants me, and I feel his lips press hard against mine. When he’s done kissing me with a ferocity that takes my breath away, he moves my head back to the side and kisses along my exposed neck. I tense, waiting for his delicious bite, but it doesn't come. His hand drifts down to my chest, and I’m sure he’ll grope my breasts, but he doesn't.
What’s going on?
Instead, the palm of his hand rests in the centre of my chest, and he continues to kiss my neck. I feel his lips turn up into a smile against my skin when his palm feels my heartbeat rise. His lips trail lightly to my collar bone and back up to the dip between my ear, and I barely manage to hold back a whimper. I’m melting fast; putty in his hands.
Suddenly his lips are gone, and I feel the tip of his tongue tracing up the inside of my arm, making me tremble once again. He gently removes my shirt so that I’m naked in front of him, but unable to see his reaction.
What’s he planning?
His velvet touch trails down both of my sides simultaneously, a feather-light touch. When his fingers reach my hips, I want to buck away from his touch, but he holds me too tight. It's torturous.
Deliciously torturous.
I sense him moving to the end of the bed, standing between my spread-eagled legs. I don't know how much more of this light touching I can take. I'm expecting more feathery whisperings on my sensitive flesh, so I'm surprised when this time his touch is firmer.
He starts by massaging the length of my legs, from my upper outer thighs down to my ankles and back again. He focuses on my feet, gently but firmly kneading my heels and the soft arches. He moves to my toes, individually stretching them, causing me to groan. Light nips on the pads of my toes make me cry out, but he soothes the sting with tender kisses. Then he moves to my calves, stroking and kissing them as he makes his way north between my legs with teasing kisses on the inside of my thighs.
My breathing’s laboured, and my heart rate feels out of control. The air is thick with the scent of my arousal. I’m so sensitive I can hardly bear it.
He bypasses my mound and continues to slide north, dragging his firm body against mine. The friction is a welcome contrast to those teasing touches.
He stops when he reaches my breasts and begins to lightly trace their outline. I groan in frustration as he circles them with one finger and whenever he brushes the undersides, I tremble. He chuckles and begins again. And again. And again.
He blows on my nipples, causing them to harden even further but other than that he ignores them. He lavishes attention on the silky soft flesh around them, and he kisses down between them, trailing down my sternum and along the undersides of my breasts.
I feel worshipped. Adored.
When he grasps my hip firmly in his hands again, I jolt. I’m nervous, hyper-alert. He replaces his hand on my hip bone with a kiss, and I can’t help the pitiful mewling sound that escapes from me. My breathing hitches and deepens, I tremble, my muscles tense and flex below me. God, I want him.
He slides his hands down my body and presses down on my mound while taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently while pressing firmly, swirling his tongue over my bud before switching to the other side. He gradually begins to suck my nipples, applying more pressure to them. And as he does, he lessens the pressure on my mound so that the touch becomes light. His teeth graze my nipple, and my response is electric: my hips buck upward with ferocity. I like that.
He slides down my body, kissing everywhere as he goes until he comes to nestle between my thighs. My arousal is evident, I won’t be able to hide it from him. He kisses the inside of my thighs, and I feel my sticky wetness. I blush, embarrassed. He doesn't seem to mind, though. Instantly I'm nervous about what he's going to do.
"Ssssh, relax baby...You need this," he murmurs reassuringly.
I try to take a deep breath to calm my racing pulse, but it's impossible: I'm wound too tight now, too sensitive. But then he slowly starts to stroke my labia, which does have a somewhat calming effect. I try to force myself to relax and give in to him. He's building something inside me, a warm glow that could turn into a low simmer if I let it. And I desperately want to.
He gently sucks my outer lips into his mouth one at a time, and it's all I can do not to cry out. It's all I can do to try and breathe, it feels so good. No, it feels incredible. He gently, and not so gently, sucks them one at a time before taking them both into his mouth at once. He sucks harder, and I want so much to wriggle and thrash. I don't want him to stop, but it's hard to take. He lightly bites them, and I let out a muffled scream.
Parting me with two fingers, he lightly blows on my exposed, engorged clit, before thrusting two fingers into me. He begins lapping at my clit, occasionally sucking as he pumps his fingers into me at an excruciatingly slow pace. I'm begging and pleading, desperate to come. That glow has bypassed the low simmer stage, and I'm now burning. Feverish almost.
My muscles are so tense, I'm trembling. I can’t take any more. It's building. I can’t escape it, can’t move. There's no way out. There's nowhere for me to go. Tears pool in my eyes at the intensity. It's too much. I squeeze his fingers like they’re in a vice. I’m going to break any moment.
He forces a finger into my ass, and I scream. It's an animalistic howl. My pussy clamps down around him and the force of my orgasm propels his fingers from both of my holes, followed by my gushing wetness. He keeps his tongue on my clit as I thrash on the bed, still screaming. My orgasms show no signs of letting up.
