6. Lemon #5
“Where do you think I want you?” he asks.
Unsure, I furrow my brow, then watch as his eyes flit from me to the floor at his feet. Carefully stepping away from my dress, I slowly sink to the ground and look up at him. “Is this right, Sir?” I ask, sounding breathy and wanton.
“That’s perfect, Princess.” Placing one hand on the top of my head, he strokes over my messy hair, then steps away from me, crossing to the front of the display cases.
Bending down, he opens a cabinet door, but I can’t see what’s inside.
After a moment, he straightens and closes the door, keeping something hidden in his hand.
Walking back over to me, he hooks two fingers behind the necklace at my throat and tugs gently, silently encouraging me to stand up.
Clambering as gracefully as I can to my feet, he keeps his fingers at my neck and leads me back into the bedroom.
Sliding his fingers out of the necklace, he wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me off the ground, lowering me carefully down into the middle of the bed.
Not bothering to take off any of his clothes, Atticus drags me to the edge of the mattress, then spreads my legs, encouraging me to bend my knees and place my heels on the edge of the bed, leaving me open and fully on display for him.
Kneeling on the floor in the same position as I was earlier, he wraps his arms around my thighs and dips his head to my core, pushing his tongue into my pussy and making me gasp at the intimate invasion.
“Oh god,” I rasp, then immediately correct myself. “Sir. Fuck, Sir.”
I don’t know how, but I feel his smile against my body as he fucks me with his tongue, impaling it into my core while I writhe. I should probably be sore—it’s only been a couple of hours since we had sex—but I’m not, and all I feel is want and need.
“Sir, please,” I start to beg.
Releasing one of my thighs, he pushes two fingers into my body and curls them, making a surge of tingling sensation unfurl inside me.
Tense and desperate for more, I wait for his tongue to find my clit, but instead, he works his fingers in and out of my body, going slow, then fast, varying the speed and depth and intensity until I have to close my eyes to stop the room from spinning.
I gasp when something covers my clit and starts to suck in dragging vibrations.
Fighting against the wave of pleasure, I try to open my eyes and speak, but whatever is sucking moves, and suddenly it’s not just there, it’s…
there. Each tug makes the tingles building in my stomach intensify until I’m panting and gasping in time with the steady sucking motion of whatever he has working my clit.
His fingers start to move, teasing me, while my clit is being tortured in the most amazing way.
I can see stars and the universe and fate, and maybe even death.
But as quickly as it comes, it shatters into a kaleidoscope of colors when my body implodes in an orgasm so strong that I can feel myself convulsing and know I have no control over the way my muscles are reacting.
A second orgasm follows the first so quickly that I think I scream, but I could be crying, and the whole time the thing on my clit sucks faster and harder with no relief while I come and come and come until I can’t take it anymore.
“Stop. Oh god. Sir, stop, please.”
The pressure on my clit releases, and I feel my whole body melt into the bed as his fingers inside of me become gentle caresses meant to soothe, not torment.
“That was beautiful, Princess. Thank you,” Atticus praises, his voice gravelly and rough.
My chest is heaving, my limbs shaky and weak as I force my eyes open, lift my head, and stare at the man who just made me come so hard it felt like an out-of-body experience. “What was that?” I croak.
Smirking, he lifts something yellow into the air.
“Is that a…lemon?” I question, my voice weak.
Turning it in his fingers, he shows it to me. It’s bright yellow and shaped and textured like a lemon, only one end is hollow with a circular opening.
“That’s what was…sucking?” I question.
He nods. “It sucks and has an air massager in there too.”
“And it’s shaped like a lemon.” I giggle.
“Yep. It was named just for you, which is good considering you liked it so much.”
“Oh my god,” I blurt, my chest still heaving as an uncontrollable giggle slips from my lips.
Instead of stripping down and filling me with his cock, Atticus crawls onto the bed beside me, running his fingers over my belly and ribs and up to my breasts that are jiggling with my giggles.
“It works here too,” he says, slipping the toy over my nipple and making me suck in a shocked breath when it immediately tugs at my sensitive peak.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, a surge of surprising arousal zinging low in my belly.
“Do you think you could come just from me using this on your nipples?” he rasps lowly, the sound of his voice mixing with the sensation sucking at my breast and making me inhale sharply.
“Normally, I’d say no, but you seem to be able to make me do things I’ve never managed to do before,” I pant.