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Down there.
Hot and wet.
Most men lick, and lick, and lick, and keep on going in the hopes they are doing it right. Listening for cues on what’s working and what is not.
Not Zuko. Nope. He knows exactly what he’s doing with his mouth. Very much so.
Each lick and taste are calculated.
And I hate it as much as I love it.
I hate that I am in bed with this man.
That I am enjoying every second of this with him.
And I love that I’m feeling every single part of me come alive.
Asshole.
His tongue is slow and deliberate, building up pace in the exact right spot. Just as I start to move my hips, I feel something hard at my entrance, but I can’t lift my head to check. He’s right. Hewillmake me come. I feel it already.
The only thing that can make me come is my vibrator, and I love her a lot, that is until she stopped making me come.
Lick, stroke.
Lick, stroke.
That’s his rhythm, and he doesn’t speed up as my hips start thrusting to meet him stroke for stroke, lick for lick. He doesn’t stop. No, his other hand comes down on my lower belly, holding me there as he continues his torture. And what a wonderful torture it is.
My hands find my hair, and they start to pull handfuls of my locks from all the sensations running through me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I hear his manic laugh as I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I come, he slows down even further and continues doing what he’s doing as I ride the wave.
He made me come.
With his mouth.
And I didn’t have to fake it.
He pulls his mouth away and stands, but I still feel him in me. I’m confused, and when I sit up and check between my legs, I see the sharp end of the knife and the handle inside me.
“I’d suggest you don’t move,” he drawls as he slides on a condom. His crystal green eyes find mine as he crawls back onto the bed, his hand pushing his hair back that has fallen into his eyes as he does. He lifts my chin, bends down, then kisses my lips, softly. “Told you I could make you come.”
I don’t say a word.
Fuck, I don’t move.
I stay still as a statue.
“Now I plan to make you scream,” he says as he reaches between my legs and slides out the knife, blade first so that means the handle was inside of me. He smirks while holding the handle, which is covered in my juices and locks his eyes on mine. “What’s up, Trouble? Cat got your sweet tongue?”
I move back on the bed, scooting to the other side.
He grips the knife in his hand, and I wonder what the fuck I’m doing.
