Chapter 32
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I extend my tongue as Blair grips the headboard and rocks her hips forward, dragging her pussy across my chin and mouth. Her taste and scent surround me, musky and sweet. I’ve tasted myself out of curiosity in the past, and it was inoffensive, but nothing I’d seek out. It certainly wasn’t the same as Blair’s arousal coating my lips.
This is intoxicating. Why I ever worried that I wouldn’t be into eating pussy is a mystery now that she’s grinding hers against my face, guiding my outstretched tongue wherever she needs it.
It helps that I don’t have to think about what I should do because she’s using me exactly how she wants. And god, why does it feel so good to be used by her? The picture we must paint dances around in my mind, sparking even more arousal to life. Me willingly pinned in place by Blair, licking her pussy like I need the taste more than air as she lets out small gasps of pleasure.
“That’s it,” she sighs as she slows her grinding for a moment when I circle her clit with my tongue. I do it again and this time she rocks her hips in tandem with my movement, pressing my tongue more firmly against the underside of her clit. “Keep doing that until I tell you to stop,” she orders, her voice edged with a hint of desperation.
Pleasure and pride suffuse my body as I obey and her restrained gasps turn into shuddering, soft moans. I’m making her feel good. There’s nothing to worry about in this moment except doing exactly what she needs to chase her release.
I’m Blair’s willing pet, but I feel powerful as her thighs start to shake and she grinds harder against my mouth. All that exists is her wet heat coating my face, the soft give of her thighs as I hold her close, and the burning desire to make her come.
“Fuck,” Blair curses, and a moment later, her hand drops from the headboard to grip my hair. I can tell she wants to tug my head up to force it harder against her pussy by the tight sting of her hold, but even when she’s lost in pleasure, she doesn’t lose her concern for my well being.
“You love eating this pussy, don’t you? You want me to soak your pretty face.”
I let out a muffled groan against her and she jolts, her grip on my hair tightening enough that she might pull some of it out. I fucking love it. I groan again and redouble my efforts, flicking her clit with my tongue in short strokes that make her cry out.
“Fuck, don’t stop. God, baby, your mouth is so perfect. You’re going to make me come,” Blair gasps, sounding shocked by how quickly we got to this point .
More pride bubbles up inside me and I moan, doing as she commands. I’ll never stop unless she asks me to. I could do this for the rest of my life.
“Yes, ah, fuck, Grace!”
Blair coming with my name on her lips is almost enough to make me come too. Her clit pulses under my tongue, but she hasn’t told me to stop, so I keep licking her through her release.
She sags as she comes down from her peak, letting her full weight rest against my face, and the sensation is so arousing that I moan. There’s not room for me to work my tongue against her much like this, but I keep trying.
“Stop,” she commands, but there’s no sharpness to her tone. No, Blair giggles as she releases her grip from my hair. My stoic vampire giggles .
Damn, as much as I love having her smothering me with her pussy, I’d give anything to see what she looks like when she laughs like that.
She grants my wish, raising off of me and moving down so she’s straddling my waist again. My breath hitches when I see her face.
Blair beams down at me with an expression of pure, unguarded happiness. If this is what she looks like after she comes, I’m going to beg her to let me make her come as many times as she’ll let me. Her fangs glint in the low light as she grins, and her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breaths, drawing my eye to them.
Unthinking, I reach up and thumb her nipple, reveling in the way her eyelashes flutter at my touch. I grow bolder, cupping her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, in awe of the radiant goddess allowing me to touch her.
Her eyes open at my words, and the reddish gleam of them in the dark captivates me. I expect her to chastise me for touching without her permission, but she places her hand atop mine to mold in against her breast. She guides me to squeeze it, letting out a breathy sigh as I thumb her nipple again.
I need to be closer. I need to feel her against me.
I drop my hand, and Blair gives me a questioning look, her expression shuttering slightly. She doesn’t have long to shut down though, because I use my arms to push up to sitting and mash my lips against hers. It’s an inelegant and awkward move, and my mouth is messy and wet from her, but Blair doesn’t seem to care. She kisses me back with equal fervor, gripping my back to hold me close.
I gasp when she drops her head to kiss and suck along the side of my neck. She teases me, grazing me with her fangs, but I resist the urge to ask for her bite. I don’t want her to freeze up like she did down in the kitchen.
She trails her lips down to the top of my breast, then back up to the other side of my throat, her kisses a hot brand against my skin. I’m so tense I’m almost vibrating with the need for something more. Anything to give me some relief from the ache I feel between my thighs.
“Do you have a vibrator?” Blair asks, lifting her lips off of me to give me a wicked grin.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Where?”
“In the nightstand, but I’m okay, I don’t need?—”
Blair silences me with a forceful kiss, then disentangles herself from my lap and goes to the drawer.
My cheeks burn as she digs through the small assortment of toys, which is ridiculous considering she was sitting on my face less than five minutes ago. There’s something incredibly intimate about her seeing what I use to get off, and the embarrassment only serves to make the heat pooling in my core more intense .
Blair grabs my curved pink g-spot vibrator with the external clit stimulator that stays in place without needing to hold it, giving me a look of triumph. “Perfect. Lube?”
The toy isn’t very girthy, and I’m so wet right now. I’m already squirming at the thought of her putting it inside me. “I don’t need any,” I murmur.
Blair’s filthy grin makes my stomach clench. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show me how much your pussy is dripping for me.”
Baby, not pet. I don’t know if she’s picked up on the way she changes what she calls me sometimes, but I have. I love being her pet, but she calls me baby when she’s turned on the most. When her guard is lowered, and her softer self bleeds through her domme side.
I sit back against the headboard and let my thighs fall open, and Blair shakes her head. “Wider, baby. Show me that needy pussy.”
I flush but obey, opening my legs wide and dropping a hand to spread my labia apart for her.
“Gorgeous. Has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest pussy?”
Her question takes me by surprise, startling a laugh out of me. “Um, no?” Plenty of guys have been eager to get between my thighs, but no one has ever commented on what I look like. I always thought it was one of those things where they liked being inside me, but didn’t think the outward appearance was particularly appealing.
“Well, you do. I bet it’ll look especially pretty once I fill you up with this,” she says, circling the rounded end of the toy around my entrance. “Maybe we’ll work on finding out what else we can stretch this dripping cunt out with. See if you can be a good pet and take my whole hand someday.”
“Oh fuck,” I curse, the concept making my pussy clench. I marked fisting as something I was only slightly interested in on the kink survey, but hearing her put it like that makes it shoot up much higher on my list of things to try. At least in theory. I have a feeling in practice, it won’t be realistic at all for me.
“Mmm,” Blair purrs as she dips the tip of the toy inside me without applying the pressure needed to slip it in past my entrance. “I thought you might like that. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything you need. Even the things you didn’t know to ask for.”
“Thank you.” My breath catches as she presses the toy a bit harder, the tip only making it in a few centimeters. Nerves spike inside me as she pulls it back and presses it in again, but still meets resistance. I flush. “Sorry, I know I’m really wet but it can take, uh, more force for me.”
It’s something I’ve struggled with my whole life. I know a lot of dudes act like the tighter the pussy, the better the sex is, but that’s never been the case for me. I’ve always struggled with being so tight that it’s hard for a guy to get his cock inside me without a lot of force, lube, and unpleasantness on my end. Zack complained the first dozen times we had sex that he couldn’t get it in, and then once he got over that, he got frustrated that he came super fast because I was “too tight”. It took me years to venture into trying internal toys because even then, there’s always been discomfort if I don’t take my time easing them inside me.
Blair frowns, and there’s a flash of anger behind her eyes that I don’t think has anything to do with me. “We’re not in a hurry. I won’t need to force anything.”
“O-okay,” I whisper, trying to get myself back into the moment again. I let out a frustrated exhale and close my eyes for a moment. I can’t let shitty past experiences ruin my sex life anymore. I’m sick of always worrying I’m not enough or too difficult .
My eyes pop back open as Blair turns the vibration on, and teases the toy across my labia and around my clit. She does it again and again, occasionally catching the tip of the toy against my entrance before skirting it back over my labia and clit, stoking my desire back to life. Now, each time the tip dips toward my opening, I can’t help letting out a whine of need.
“Shh, be patient. I’ll give you what you need when I’m ready,” Blair chastises, moving the toy away again and up to brush my clit. Reframing it as her wanting to take her time, as her not being ready, rather than me needing a ton of warmup, makes something tighten in my chest. She understands me so well. She’s so good and kind to me, I could cry.
When she finally presses the toy inside me, it slides in with barely any resistance, but she pulses it inside slowly, in and out a few centimeters at a time until it’s all the way in, the rumbling vibration against my g-spot making me gasp.
A moment later, Blair presses the button for the vibration in the external part of the toy resting on my clit and grins as I cry out. “There we go,” she purrs, moving back and sitting back on her heels to stare at the toy buzzing between my legs. “Exactly as I thought. You look beautiful taking it for me.”
“Oh god, I need… I can’t…” I gasp, unsure of what I’m asking for. I’d take anything. Her lips on mine. My hands on her body. For her to wrap me up in her arms so I won’t fall to pieces when the orgasm threatening to shatter me takes hold.
Blair pulls me against her so I’m straddling her lap, the new position pressing the toy against my g-spot in a way that makes me see stars. She kisses me, her mouth on mine as hungry and desperate as I feel.
When I pull back for air, the heat in her eyes makes me moan. “You’re going to come for me, Grace. Once like this, then as many times as you can while I drink the ecstasy from you. Come for me. Now.”
More stars explode across my vision as she grazes my throat with her fangs, using her other hand to turn up the vibrations. I can’t do anything but take what she gives, my body obeying even this command.
I break. My pussy clenches hard against the toy and I cry out something desperate and unintelligible as my orgasm hits me. I writhe in Blair’s lap, clutching onto her. “Oh god, please. Oh fuck, fuck, please .” I don’t even know if I’m begging for the too-bright pleasure to abate or for it to go on forever.
Blair decides for me. “Such a good girl. Give me another,” she rasps. There’s a sharp flash of pain as she sinks her fangs into my neck, followed by more blinding bliss.
I give her everything I have as I come again. My pleasure. My blood. The yearning hopes that fill my heart every moment we’re together.