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Chapter Twenty-Five
Ivy
He circles my clit with his thumb until I arch with a whimper. It feels weird to have a piece of fruit almost inside me. Perverted and horny.
The chocolate is sticky on my skin, and I am dying to know what the words he drew say. Did he write his name? Did he claim me for always?
It’s chocolate, but it feels deeper than that. Like ink bleeding into my skin. I’ll never get him out. Never be able to move on. I’ve tasted his love and grown addicted. I will never recover.
He smiles languorously as he pulls out his phone and takes a photo of my naked, chocolate covered body. I feel so exposed. So vulnerable. So seen.
He shakes his head and bites his lip as he picks up one of my hands and places the device in it. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby. See what a work of art you are.”
I stare at myself on the screen. His name across my breasts. ThenI love youdown my rib cage.Mineacross my belly.Foreveron my hip.Alwayson my thigh. Hearts are scattered between the words. On my ribs and belly and hip. On my pelvis. To the top of my sex.
I jump when his tongue rasps on my skin. Drop his phone somewhere among the pillows. He laps at the chocolate. Bites and sucks it from my skin. I writhe under his administrations. His tongue tastes and teases. Cleans every trace from my flesh as he moves down my body.
It feels so dirty, so good. I’m so needy.
I spread my legs when he kisses his way to my clit to clean me up there. Feel his teeth as he grazes the little bundle of nerves. He bites and sucks the sweetness from my skin.
I sink my fingers into his hair and hold on tight as he drives me to the edge of sanity. “Oh God. Oh fuck.”
“You’re not coming yet.” He kneels between my legs, pulls my knees to his shoulders. His thumb rubs over my clit. Over that strawberry that’s still between my pussy lips. Creating just enough pressure that I scream. I’m so close to coming… it’s torturous.
He smiles. “I’m going to enjoy eating this fruit. And you’re not going to come until I’ve licked every last drop of strawberry juice from your skin. Until I’m inside you. Got it?”
“Holy shit.” I’m so turned on. So ready to combust.
I feel like I could pass out with how much I want him as he begins to eat the ripe strawberry from my pussy. His teeth scrape my flesh. His tongue slurps at my wetness and the juice from the fruit. “So fucking juicy and sweet. So hot. It’s making me so hard, baby.”
I cry out. I can’t help it. It’s so erotic and I’m so alive with need.
He takes his time. Eats the fruit painstakingly slowly. Forces me still when I start to fuck his face. “I’m not finished eating you yet.”
I fist my hands in the pillows. Try to hold on. I want to come so bad. I can feel it building. The climax of all climaxes. A dark, dirty orgasm ready to rip me apart and change my religion. “I’m going… I’m going to come.”
“No. You’re not,” he orders me. His thumb rolls over my clit. The look he gives me is the look of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.
“Literally not helping.” I scream at the pleasurable agony.
He digs his tongue in around the rest of the fruit. Pushes the tip inside my pussy and plucks the rest of the fruit into his mouth. He grins as he chews the tiny morsel. “Looks like you have a little juice.”
I’m sopping wet.
He thrusts his tongue in my entrance. Fucks me with it so slowly I think I might die. Oh, I am definitely going to die. I shake my head. Sob. I can’t handle… “Please. Oh God, please. I need to come. Need to come so bad.”
He takes my hips in his hands and lines me up with his cock before thrusting so deep inside me he hits a part of me that I didn’t know he could reach. It feels like heaven on earth as he starts to churn into me wildly. His lean muscles flex and roll under my hands.
There’s no control in the way he fucks me. Our bodies need each other too much to hold back.
“Come now,” he demands. “Baby, do it.”
Every muscle in my body tenses as I give in. My toes curl and my mind empties and my heart soars. And I love it. The way he makes me feel. The way we are together. It feels so incredible. So good.
He keeps pounding me. Until he comes too. He shudders when he empties himself into me. Collapses and rolls us onto our sides. Spent. Blissful. Happy.
I wish we could always be like this. If I want to have any chance of that happening, I can’t put off the truth any longer. Maybe it’s the power of the orgasm but I feel like I could overflow with all the things I’ve left unsaid.
