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She teases my nipples with deft fingers – circling, pinching, then tugging at them until they stand upright—hardened peaks pulsating with primal needs.
Ohhhhh, nurse Tony. My heart is beating too fast. I hope she has a stethoscope.
She is determined to melt my nerve endings, each touch making me writhe and squirm under her ministrations, each sensation amplified by the relentless throbbing growing unbearable just a little South of my belly button.
Her tender caresses become more emboldened, making me gasp and groan with pleasure beneath her touch. The throbbingbelow my waist intensifies, each pulse of erotic energy begging for her touch in the most intimate parts, yet she avoids it—prolonging the delicious torment and pushing me towards an unexplored precipice.
As she works her magic, her fingers dance across my thighs, teasing and stroking, while her nails lightly scrape against my skin, sending shivers down my spine and heightening my arousal.
I beg, I plead, I bargain, but it is as if she can’t hear me. I think my dick is going to explode . . . from what? I don’t know—engorged blood or semen.
Just as I’m about to reach out for my phone and call 911, Tony's lips find my writhing, pulsating cock and ohhhhhh, what a relief. Her lips feel like intertwining velvet ribbons, massaging every inch of my cock as she uses her tongue to swirl around the very tip, then dive all the way down. The sensation is so intense it's as if my cock is plunging into a real-life vortex of absolute ecstasy.
The tips of her fingers feel like paradise as they caress the sensitive underside of my erect member, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins. With every lick, suckle and stroke, my body trembles in anticipation, as though the very breath she takes in is the essence of life itself.
As her lips travel the length of my shaft, she gently cups my balls with her hand, teasing and coaxing them to release their bounty. Her tongue darts out, tracing delicate patterns across the delicate skin, leaving a warm trail of wetness in its wake. I can feel the intensity building, the tension coiling deep within me.
The suction is so powerful that I can feel her throat muscles constricting with every stroke, her tongue swirling around my head like a serpent, savoring every inch of me, as though she's trying to capture all of my escaping essence in her mouth.
She increases my arousal by inserting two fingers in my back door, and I see white light now. No man can be able to withstand this for too long . . . there is such a thing as overdosing on ecstasy. As her fingers continue to work their magic on my prostate, eliciting sensations that are both electric and primal, she increases the pace of her rhythmic up-and-down motion on my cock.
My entire body is now consumed by an insatiable desire for release. Her tongue, expertly navigating the contours of my shaft, sends waves of pleasure washing over me, and I can’t breathe.
I can feel every muscle in my body twitching, yearning for the exquisite release that only she should permit—I want to cum so desperately, but I need permission.
“Ohhh baby . . . release me,” I beg, half breathing, half dead from lovemaking.
She lifts her head and looks at me, then says,
“Cum baby, I’m ready for you.”
The warmth and wetness of her mouth envelop my throbbing member again, swallowing it whole without hesitation. Her tongue dances and caresses my shaft, every sensation coursing through my veins like a river of pleasure. In the background, the soft whir of the electric fireplace blends with the sounds of our passionate lovemaking, seeping into the luxurious duvet cover beneath me.
As my organ swells and I feel the familiar warning signs of climax, the intensity builds and builds, and then I let go, with her consent, and explode in her mouth.
The room is filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing, the squelch of her mouth enveloping my pulsating member, and the floorboards creaking under the fervor of our lovemaking. As she swallows my cum, her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the unbridled passion and satisfaction in her gaze.
The scent of our mingled lust fills the air, a heady cocktail of our sweat, skin, and the most erotic aroma of her own. It's as though time stands still for just a moment as we both revel in this intense moment of connection.
At that moment, we had become one, lost in the world of sensations, lost in the intoxicating embrace of our passion, lost in each other's world; a world she seemed to crave as much as I did . . . a world too entrancing to comprehend.
"Thank you for this incredible night, Liam," Tony murmurs later, her head resting on my chest as we lay tangled together in the soft sheets. "Every moment with you is a dream come true."
"My darling," I reply, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, "I am the lucky one. You make me complete, and I promise to cherish and love you for all the days I live."
As sleep begins to claim us, our hearts beating in sync, I feel that the magic of this night will be imprinted on my soul forever.This was worth waiting for . . . this was worth fighting for.
Chapter forty-four
BACK TO MIAMI.
TONY
I sit across from Father O’Malley in the dimly lit corner of a café that smells like over-roasted coffee beans and stale pastries on the corner of Biscayne and 12th, my covert instincts on full alert, hoping no one I know recognizes me and relay seeing me to any one of my siblings. I still haven’t announced myself . . ., that is not entirely accurate, for they don’t even know I was gone. I stormed out of the house after that monster fight with Dick, and I have not spoken with any one of them since. Lola tried reaching out a couple of times through text but gave up after several of them went unanswered. I am back, but I still don’t know how to re-enter my family.
I am meeting with Father O’Malley to flesh out how we can work together to help Liam. I understand that Liam hired an investigation company headed by Sarah McPhearson, and Father O’Malley is Liam’s point person here, but I’ve got to do something.
So much of our lives have been put on hold for so long, I want to start my life with him now . . . not two, three, four months down the road. I want it now. I have tasted candy, and I am now pleasantly sugar-addicted, and I want my honey with me by my side and in my bed at all times. I can’t just sit on my laurels, waiting for others to make my sunshine shine. I have to be proactive.
