Chapter 3 #2
“Cum for me, Averie,” he commanded, the pads of his thumbs pressing down gently, holding the folds of my yoni open. I was vulnerable and utterly at his mercy. “I want to feel you explode.”
And as his mouth worked its magic, I knew I was close, teetering on the brink of a release that promised to be as intense as the man drawing it out of my depths.
My thoughts were a whirlwind, my body an atlas of sensation that Sir navigated with the expertise of a seasoned explorer.
The fact that he wasn’t some white-collar angel didn’t faze me.
I was too consumed by the blissful havoc he wreaked on my senses.
Whoever had schooled him in the art of touch had done the world a service, and I was reaping the benefits.
My hips rolled to meet his every move, chasing down the pleasure that pooled at my core.
“Fuck, yes!” I managed to scream out with raw pleasure.
My detective’s mind, usually so sharp and in control, swirled with a fog of desire, rendering me useless under his spell.
I’d climaxed once already, a testament to his skill, but it was clear that round two was barreling toward me like a bullet train.
And I wanted it, oh, how I craved that earth-shattering pleasure again.
Sir’s tongue was relentless, a perfect instrument of torment as it flicked and swirled around my clit, sending jolts of ecstasy radiating through me from the tips of my toes to my scalp.
I squirmed beneath him, my nails scraping against his tattooed biceps, each movement a silent plea for more.
I felt the cliff approaching, my body wound tight as a spring, so close to snapping I could cry.
But then, just as I was about to tumble over the edge, he stopped. The absence of his mouth was like cold water splashed over my overheated skin. A frustrated whimper slipped past my lips. My eyes popped wide, staring at him in disbelief, my chest heaving.
“What the fuck, Sir?” I queried, the words breaking through clenched teeth. But Sir only snickered at my distress, the sound vibrating against my overstimulated flesh. He looked up at me with those piercing brown eyes. Mischief and desire mingled within their depths.
“Patience, detective,” he said teasingly. “Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?”
And then he was back, his mouth latching onto me with renewed vigor, drawing another desperate moan from deep within my throat.
He suckled with a fierce intensity that threatened to snap me in two.
Sir proved he had talents that couldn’t be put on resumes.
I scraped at his back, surrendering to the sensations ready to crack and send me spiraling into oblivion.
Sir gripped the small of my back, pulling me toward his lips. “I don’t think you’ll ever understand what your moans do to me.”
His touch feathered over me again, deliberate and maddeningly slow. My breath caught in my throat as I resisted the urge to buck against him, to demand more. The shift from the absence of his mouth to the gentle resumption was its own form of agony, sweet and perfect.
“Easy,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core.
He drew out each caress, his tongue tracing lazy figure-eights around my clit, lapping at my folds with a patience that bordered on cruelty.
His nails dug deep into my flesh as he held my waist. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, fighting the pressure within me.
I focused on Sir, the thick beard that shadowed his jaw and how his sexy chocolate-brown eyes seemed to devour me.
His groans, dominant and approving, stimulated my arousal to new heights.
It was like he was savoring me, and I loved being his entrée and dessert.
“P-please, Sir,” I choked out, the words barely recognizable.
“Shh, just feel it, Averie. Let go for me. Let that pussy cream, queen,” he coaxed, his breath hot against my misty skin. His hands were firm on my thighs, holding me open, vulnerable to his exploration and worship.
And then, without warning, he sucked firmly on my clit. It was immediate and overwhelming, a sensation so intense it obliterated every train of thought. My back arched violently toward the ceiling, my nails slicing into his flesh painted with the intricate tattoos that snaked down to his waist.
“Sir! I’m cumming!” I cried out, my voice cracking to a shred of whisper with the force of my climax. He damn near had me speaking in tongues. Heat surged through me, wave after relentless wave, and for an endless moment, there was nothing but blinding, deafening pleasure. All I saw were stars.
As the world slowly pieced itself back together, I felt Sir’s lips press a tender kiss to the inside of my thigh. He paused to read the sacred scripture tattooed on the outside of my juicy right thigh. It was a verse about not giving in to temptation, which I’d proven I didn’t really live by.
A smile curled up one side of my full lips, even as my body trembled from the aftershocks. In that room, wrapped in blackened shadows and the heat of Sir’s steamy gaze, I knew I’d never been more undone and was okay with never being put back together again.
“I promise you… I’m that nigga, Averie. I plan on changing your life tonight.”