2. Amy #3
But before my nerves can bubble up enough to spill out of my mouth, he’s diving in like a man truly starved. He grips my hips, pulling me forward as his tongue flickers out all over me, discovering, tasting all that I have to offer.
The gasp that tears from my throat is shrill, and I barely recognize it as mine. I feel my fingers biting into the fabric of the couch on one side and a throw pillow on the other without even meaning to. The groan that Kerry growls sends delicious ripples of pleasure up my spine.
His eyes are closed, and his mouth moves and sucks, tongue tasting, as if he’s completely lost himself to lust. A man possessed.
I lose all concept of time except for the feeling of his tongue on me, in me, swirling, flicking, sucking.
He drinks of me like he can’t get enough, and I get the sense that he’s not racing to give me an orgasm, he’s just enjoying himself.
My pleasure is a slow build, despite how good it feels.
There’s still a part of me that’s scared to let go, to surrender to him and the feelings that are consuming me.
Kerry doesn’t seem to mind. He’s too consumed by his task, and he doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon. He's feasting on me like a vampire who’s getting his first taste of blood in hundreds of years and can’t slow down or stop himself.
I look down at Kerry on his knees before me, his hair tussled, his eyes closed in bliss.
His expression looks more like I’m pleasing him, not the other way around.
As he continues, pleasure slowly coils in the pit of my belly, building up and up until every flick of his tongue feels electric and I’m gasping and writhing.
He holds me by the hips as he groans, continuing to devour me.
“K-Kerry,” I breathe out, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m experiencing. I’ve never been eaten out like this before, no one has ever tried for so long. His knees must be tired, his tongue growing weary, but you’d never know it based on how enthusiastically he still licks and sucks.
The moan that leaves his lips is unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him. It’s raw, almost animalistic, with a slight whine to it. He doubles his efforts, and it sucks all of the air from my lungs. Here I thought he’d already been going full force. I was wrong.
I’m not even sure at what point my hand jerks to grab his hair, but Kerry moans again, and that’s when I realize what I’ve done, how I’m tugging on the strands.
I don’t have the bandwidth to care as I feel the electric zip of pleasure heightening.
“O-Oh god, oh fuck.” I begin babbling, unable to make any semblance of sense.
I can feel the orgasm that’s clawing its way to the surface is stronger than anything I’ve felt in a long time, in any of my solo sessions and especially more than any of the times I’ve had sex with someone else.
The sloppy sex I’ve had before feels worlds away from what he’s doing to me, and he hasn’t even used more than his tongue on me.
The explosion behind my eyes is sudden. I cry out, consumed by bliss, and I can feel the pull of his hair between my fingers. If I had more wits about me, maybe I’d be worried about hurting him or pulling his hair out, but I can barely even register that I’m doing it.
I hear him groan, his tongue slowing as he sips of my pleasure.
I slump back, boneless, tears forming at the edge of my vision from the intensity of my orgasm.
He takes several more long licks before pulling back, those gray eyes opening to scan my face, which I’m sure is a flushed, sweaty mess.
His lips and chin are coated and glistening with my wetness, which makes my mouth drier than it already was.
He licks his lips, wiping his chin with his sleeve. “You taste exquisite, leannán. I apologize for how rushed that was, I…lost myself in my excitement. I’ll take my time much better in the future.”
It’s all I can do but just stare at him, mouth ajar in shock. “You…weren’t taking your time?”
His eyebrow slowly raising into the center of his forehead makes me want to squirm away and hide.
“Did your previous…dalliances not take care of you properly, love?” He spits out the word dalliances like it repulses him.
When I shake my head no, he scoffs. “How are these men treating women? It’s foolishness.
Why waste your time touching a woman if you’re not going to take your time with her? ”
I take in a shaky breath and sit forward. “I don’t think they view it quite like you do, Kerry.”
“Obviously not.” He growls. “You deserve so much better than what even I can provide you. But I’ll do my best, I promise.”
I chuckle, still feeling rather lightheaded and out of breath. “Don’t be silly, Kerry. That was…amazing.”
The soft smile he gives me steals my breath away. I’ve never seen him look so free and vulnerable, so tender. The cold, distant man who’s all business that I’ve always known him to be is gone, at least for the moment.
“Well, I’ll be doing that and more as your husband.”