Chapter 14 #2
She let the kiss continue for just a moment, but it wasn’t enough. She pushed him away with a devilish grin, letting desire billow through her in a way she had never experienced before.
Michel groaned but let himself fall back in the chair, “Eve, mon dieu, I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Shhhh,” she said, touching her finger to his lips, cutting him off.
She moved down to put her lips to the center of his chest. She placed a kiss and then continued, tracing the depression between his stomach muscles with her tongue.
She kissed again at his navel and tucked her fingers into the waistband of his undergarment.
She felt him, hard, and she continued to move her kisses, hearing him suck in a breath as she did.
She felt the tension in his body. He moved, roiled beneath her. She continued to trail down lower.
Then she ran her tongue along his skin, across the line of fabric until she reached the center. She dipped her tongue just below to taste the tip of his length tucked in his waistband.
“Siren,” he hissed, a strained growl inside of him. His hands gripped the stool below him as his hips jerked up toward her.
The taste of him was magical. Salty sweet desire.
She’d been diving into his scent, but his taste was a whole new discovery.
In an instant, Eve had his undergarments unlaced, and he was completely exposed to her, open, vulnerable.
Michel had frozen in place as she pulled the fabric away, her curiosity for this muscle coming through.
It strained, hard and proud, certainly bigger than she expected.
She placed the tip of her finger at the head and drew it down across satin skin until she reached the base, which caused Michel to shudder and pulse.
She looked up at him, knowing the door she’d be opening.
Michel let out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair, his muscles twitching as he did. “Holy shit,” was all he said.
Loving his reactions, she let her hands explore.
She ran her palm up the length again and wrapped her hand around it as best she could, her other hand reaching below to feel the softer weights.
She had never touched a man like this, but she had heard little stories here and there, things men said, things women whispered.
Michel continued to grip the chair and groan, and she knew this strong, throbbing muscle was a man’s weakness.
At one point, she had thought to exploit him, to exploit this, but the sight of him, his abdominal muscles crunched as he struggled to keep himself down, his furrowed brow, the strain in his jaw muscles, the low growling in his throat, everything, caused electric sensations to run through her.
She didn’t know for sure if she was still doing this just to express her gratitude or if it was her own desire she needed to soothe.
Her desire, which she felt throbbing on the inside, swirled down her thighs, bled across her skin, and tickled over her breasts.
This wasn’t just about giving. Eve wanted more of him.
And, she knew, if she had ever wanted to control this man before, she was his god now.
Holding his thick length with one hand, she leaned in and ran her tongue from the bottom to the top, pausing to taste the bead of liquid at the tip.
She wet her lips with her tongue, dragging his taste across them.
She pressed her lips back over his skin, now slick with his want.
Then, just as she opened to take the broad head into her mouth, Michel released his grip on the chair and grabbed her by the nape of her neck, pulling her head back by her hair.
“Eve,” he choked out. He swallowed. “You wouldn’t hurt me… please don’t…”
She stared at him a moment, unsure what he was trying to say. Then she realized…
He was afraid she would bite his dick off.
Eve, her head still pulled back, just smiled at him mischievously. Then she leaned in and took his length into her mouth, Michel groaning, with fear or pleasure or a mix of both as she did.
It was a strange sensation at first. As she took him across her tongue and back further into her throat, it felt like she would lose everything in her stomach.
She relaxed her muscles, working to figure it out, and took him as deeply into her as she could.
Her senses were overwhelmed with him now.
His sweet scent and taste a hundred times more intense here.
She pulled back and eased him across her tongue.
And as soon as she pulled away, she wanted the sensation of being filled by him again.
She went down once more, this time using her hand on his shaft, her saliva and his fluids mixing in a delicious, slick mess.
She had never felt a muscle like this. It was smooth and velvety across the skin but hard as steel underneath.
Even if she had wanted to bite him, she thought, it would break her teeth if she tried.
She found a rhythm, breathing through her nose and opening her mouth wide enough to take him all.
Her jaw and her throat ached, but it was delightful soreness that laced into the other parts of her body that ached for him.
She felt him trying to be passive, fighting against himself, to allow her a chance to please him.
One hand still gripped the chair, the other hovered above her.
She felt the balance of gentleness and savagery in him, and she knew she was dancing right across the edge.
Michel’s breath came quick and tortured.
His abs flexed as his hips moved up to meet her lips.
His sounds of pleasure filled the space.
It wasn’t long before Michel gripped her by the hair again.
“Eve,” he said, his fingers pulling roughly against her scalp.
His voice cracked, and he swallowed. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”