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“So fucking perfect.” His voice was no louder than a whisper. He lifted one of my legs up, placing it on his shoulder, and pushed my other knee wide open. I was more than exposed; I was on full display for him to look at. He kissed up my ankle, over my rose vine tattoo, all the way up my calf, dragging his teeth against my skin. With each flick of his tongue, my head fell farther and farther back. Nobody had ever given my body this much attention. It was like he was tasting every inch of me, and the knot in my stomach grew bigger and bigger as he got closer to his destination.
He braced himself over me, his tongue sliding up my hip bone, up to my navel. I was ready to scream in frustration. He was doing it on purpose, teasing me. He cupped one of my breasts, rolling my nipple between his fingers, while his mouth latched on to the other one. It was sending a direct signal straight to my pussy, and I whimpered as the need to orgasm grew.
“So greedy, Nova.” He lifted his head and chuckled. “Have some patience.” He tugged on my nipple, and I moaned.
“Fuck patience,” I breathed out, my chest rising and falling as he continued to torture me with his hands.
“As you wish.”
He dragged himself lower on the couch, and I whimpered at the first contact of his tongue on my pussy. His mouth was warm as he stroked up and down, devouring me like his life depended on it. I bucked my hips and spread my legs wider, needing more of him. Every stroke was bringing me closer to the edge, chills running up my arms, to the back of my neck. I had never been this turned on before in my life.
“Such a pretty pussy, Nova.” He drew little circles around my clit with his tongue, then licked down and back up, down and back up, in a perfect, torturous rhythm.
“Please, Cian,” I whimpered, and he latched on to my clit, making me scream out. He slid a finger inside of me and pumped, then another, until I was bucking my hips against his face.
“Cum for me.” His fingers were deep inside, touching that glorious spot so many men had trouble finding. But not him, not at all. I could hear how wet I was, feel my juices dripping out of me with each lick and suck. His tongue was flat against my clit, putting just the right amount of pressure. I was coming untethered. I weaved my hands through his hair, moving my hips in rhythm with his mouth. Before I knew what was happening, I arched my back and screamed out, the most delicious orgasm of my life riding through me.
Air was a luxury at that moment as I searched to find my breath.
“You taste divine.” He sucked on his fingers, and I moaned at the sight of him. How was it possible that I’d had such a mind-blowing orgasm and my body was still yearning for more? Not because of lack, but because of greed. He was right, I was greedy. And it was time I took what I wanted.
I put my foot on his shoulder and pushed gently until he was in a sitting position. I crawled into his lap and straddled him, not caring if the evidence of my arousal made a mess on his pants. He wrapped his hands around my waist as I lowered my head. I could taste myself on him, and it only made me crave him more. I would never have thought I would do this. Not after everything that had happened over the past few weeks. But all logic had gone out the window. The only thing that mattered was this moment, and I planned on taking advantage of it.
His fingers traced up my back, sending chills all the way down to the tip of my toes. I ground my hips into him, his cock pressed firmly against his pants. I leaned back, unbuttoning them and tugging. The need for him to be inside me was growing to an intense level I had never experienced before. He lifted his hips up and pushed his pants down, freeing himself. I licked my lips at the sight of him. He was breathtaking.
“Wow,” I whispered. “I should sell this in my shop.” Heat rushed up my neck to the tip of my ears. I cleared my throat. “I mean a copy. A copy of your cock. A dildo. Fuck.”
He chuckled, and his grip on my hips tightened. “You can do whatever you want, little mouse.”
I stroked the length of him, enjoying the weight of him in my hand. Slowly up and down, and around the head, teasing him as he had done to me. He dug his nails into me, his eyes darkening with each stroke. I raised my hips up, stroking him between my lips, up and over my clit, not letting him enter me. I threw my head back as I gripped his cock, controlling the movement as he slid up and down, using my juices to coat him. His chest heaved, and he was breathing deeply through his nose.
“You’re asking for trouble,” he growled as I circled my hips, letting the tip of him just enter me, before pulling him back out and sliding up and down. “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
His hands were in my hair, his lips on mine, forcing my mouth open as his tongue plunged inside of me. I moaned into him, tongue twirling, matching the feverishness of his movements. I centered myself on top of him and slid down slowly until I was fully seated on him. He was so big; I was filled to the brim with him.
“Oh, God, Cian.” I whispered against his lips. “Don’t move just yet. Let me feel you.” I clenched my pelvic muscles and moved my hips clockwise, feeling every inch of him inside of me.
“Nova,” he pleaded. I lifted myself up, then back down, enjoying every delicious sensation running through my body at that moment. His hand moved to my ass and he lifted me up and slammed me back down again and again, no longer letting me control the tempo of our little dance. He licked up between my breasts as I bounced on his cock. He bit me gently, which only made me move my hips faster.
“Watch,” he commanded, and I looked down and watched as his cock plunged into me. He lifted his hips, meeting me stroke for stroke. “Look what you’re doing to me,” he growled.
A tingling sensation was flowing from my toes to the top of my head, my orgasm building. He slid off the couch, still inside me, until my back was on the carpet.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as he thrust over and over again. “Please, don’t stop.” I was the one begging now. I didn’t care. I would beg, steal and lie just to live this moment forever.
“Never,” he whispered against my lips, biting down gently. “Never,” he said again, more forcefully, as he plunged deeper into me. Our bodies were covered in sweat, and with each thrust, skin on skin slapping against each other, I let myself go. The orgasm rolled through my entire body like never before. He fucked me harder, with more purpose, and growled out his own release right after mine.
He collapsed next to me, dragging me over so that I was sprawled on top of him. I struggled to catch my breath, our bodies drenched in sweat. He ran his fingers up and down my arm, each stroke keeping the fire inside of me burning. I could stay like this forever, covered in sweat, barely enough air to breathe.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I was being carried up the stairs and placed gently on a bed. Cian lay down next to me, once again dragging me into his arms. There wasn’t an inch of space between us.
“I have to go soon,” I mumbled against his chest, and yawned. His body was like a pillow of comfort, and I didn’t want to get up and face reality. Not just yet. I lifted my head, not surprised to find him watching me. There was a gleam in his eye that made me grin, and I poked the side of his stomach. “What are you smiling at?”
I shrieked with laughter when he flipped me over onto my back and pinned my arms above my head. He leaned down, his lips barely caressing mine. “You’re not going anywhere, little mouse.” His voice was like silk against my lips, and my legs instinctively opened wider for him.
“Oh, really?” I tried to yank my arms free so that I could flip him over, but he was too strong. I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on even more. “You’re gonna lock me up so I can’t leave?”
“Exactly,” he growled.
