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“Come all over me,” he orders sternly as he pushes two fingers inside my pussy and withdraws, doing it over and over as I visualize his cock there instead while he flicks my clit side-to-side with his tongue one final time, a move which sends me over the edge.
I let out high-pitched pants, grabbing his thick brown hair roughly as I pull him into me and he continues to tend to my clit with his tongue as his fingers slide into and out of me.
“Oh, fuck…”
After what feels like forever, I open my eyes, staring at the overhanging roof of the balcony, its wooden beams unable to ground me as I float off somewhere, my body filled with tingling light and electricity as it hits me that a man has made me come for the first time. I really thought that orgasm-by-man was an urban myth. And he didn’t even need any battery-operated help to accomplish it.
By the time I descend vaguely down to Earth to the hot tsunami of pleasure illuminating my cells from the inside, I begin to let go of his hair, opening my eyes to see him watching my blood-engorged pussy as he cautiously draws his fingers out.
My eyes lift to his as he kneels up between my legs, bringing his fingers up to his lips, and in a moment of diabolical mortification that makes me want to find Mr. Sinkhole again, his tongue leaves his mouth and he slowly licks the juice from the two fingers that went inside me. It’s the single most embarrassing and yet devilishly erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, especially given the brazen way he’s glaring at me as he does it.
My cheeks flush hot as he finishes, lifting his weight and planting his hands on either side of me as his eyes roam up my body, over my chest and finally meet my stupidly reverential gaze.
“Did you come, Indigo?” he asks.
I know he knows the answer. He wants to hear it.
I nod and bite my lip, wondering if I can keep giving attitude to a man attached to a tongue as talented as this one.
“Say it.”
“You made me come.”
“Good.”
And then I say words which I shouldn’t as this earthy god doesn’t need his ego stroked more than it is every day. “You’re the only man who’s ever made me come.”
His throat thickens with a low growl as I say it while tipping my hips in his direction. I really didn’t mean to, but having him hover over me as I lie here naked with the most piercing smoke-hued eyes tunneling into me as if trying to reach the Earth’s core and that indecent muscular body of his caging me in, makes the orgasm melt away a little, replaced by the desperate need to have this moody man fuck me.
And preferably very, very, very hard.
I run my lustful gaze down his body. I saw how lean and thick his limbs were at the pool and right now, all I can wonder is what it would feel like to have them pin me down as he enters me.
I see the ridge of his erection straining beneath his thin, loose pants. I got an idea how big it was when he was massaging me, but my fingers itch in anticipation, desperate to get a better idea of its size…
Except… the vow.
I took it and I meant it. Or at least, what’s left of it once I find the necessary loopholes for tonight’s escapade.
But just as importantly… I want him to respect it.
I need him to. Even if I never see him again after this week, which I know I probably won’t, I want to feel safe around a man again.
Really safe.
To trust their word.
It’s been too long…
He studies me for suspended moments, his arms straining as he seems to be trying to read my thoughts until a moment later, he reaches for the towel he threw onto the chair and places it onto my body.
The way he inspects me makes me feel like I should be wearing safety goggles.
“I have to do some work tomorrow,” he says, “and you have your retreat, but I’m picking you up in the evening. Six thirty. You’re going to have dinner with me, and then I intend to make you come again… while respecting your vow once more… Is that understood?”
My tongue could probably flop out of my mouth at this point, but I manage by some miracle to keep it inside.
“Okay,” I reply and his eyes widen for a moment before he pushes himself back up to standing. I sit up, wrapping the towel around my body before getting to my feet and opening the balcony door for him.
