Chapter 15 #2
But Romival had that look in his eye that he got when he was staring at her scans or listening to her answer his questions.
She had his full, focused, undivided attention and he was soaking up everything he was learning like there was going to be a quiz and he was determined to ace it.
That kind of attention had never been applied to her body before.
He sniffed and her worries about smell returned but were instantly dismissed when he moaned-
“So good. So much better than I imagined. I have to taste you.”
She didn’t know if he was asking her permission or talking to himself, but she didn’t stop him and he didn’t wait for her to speak before he leaned forward, licking her slit from taint to clit. The moment his tongue hit the sensitive bundle of nerves, she jumped.
He spread her further apart, spearing her hole with his tongue.
She moaned, thrashing as his nose pressed against her clit.
Just a bit. Enough to tease but not pleasure.
Romival was more interested in lapping at her entrance, as though actually drinking the wetness she didn’t realize her body could produce so liberally.
Had she never been properly aroused before?
She had no idea it could feel like this.
She didn’t know her body could react like this.
Any self-conscious worries she might have had were drowned out by the pleasured groans and slurps coming from between her legs.
Romival was having a good time and wasn’t shy about letting her know.
The sounds were raunchy and dirty and incredible.
Hard to think he might not like this when his appreciation was so loud.
“Ah, forgive me, vi Holly. I was so focused on tasting you, I forgot your pleasure bud. Let me just…”
Holly bit back a screech through clenched teeth as her back bowed, her entire body tensing, as he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked, using the slightly rough, hard muscle of his tongue to undulate against the sensitive flesh.
She almost didn’t even notice the two fingers he slid inside her.
It was slowly done. A pressure that she couldn’t acknowledge longer than a second before his tongue did something new on her clit.
He didn’t really finger her. Not like her boyfriend had when trying to get her ready for her first time.
He just kind of let them be a pressure, a presence, as the real show was happening on her clit.
Until he gently curled them up, messaging her soft, inner walls.
Holly couldn’t hold back her scream this time as it felt like her entire body snapped apart like a wire pulled too tight.
She had given herself orgasms before, but she couldn’t believe she had been satisfied with those when she could have had this.
Her mind short circuited completely, uncaring about worries or fears anymore.
There was nothing but the pressure of Romival’s fingers, his suckling mouth, the rumble of his sex growl as it vibrated through her, and his name falling rapidly and repeatedly from her mouth in a combination of prayer and exclamation.
Her climax wasn’t a cue for him to stop either. He began spreading his fingers, stretching her channel, using his tongue to do some kind of complicated dance around her clit, as his other hand pressed down on her abdomen, increasing the pressure from the outside.
It was everything and wonderful and too much all at once.
She hadn’t come down from the first orgasm when the second turned her brain to mush.
Her arms were flailing, like she was reaching for something that wasn’t there, before one found Romival’s head.
She grabbed his hair, clutching so tight it had to hurt, but his growl only got louder as he, somehow, impossibly, doubled his efforts.
No. She couldn’t come three times. Not in a row like this. It was impossible. It was too soon, she was too sensitive. She was going to lose her mind if he didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop.
She couldn’t come up with coherent thoughts. Her words were meaningless babble interspersed with his name and pleas for either more or mercy – even she wasn’t sure.
It was delicious torture, bordering just on the edge of pain, when he added a third finger, stretching her further, and dragged his fangs against her inner lips as his tongue curled around her clit and sucked with a harsh, sharp, pull, like he was trying to give her a hickey.
She screeched. Her voice broke. Tears were falling down her temples as her entire body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head. Too much. All at once. She couldn’t handle it.
Romival, brilliant man that he was, seemed to know that she was at the end of her abilities.
He withdrew his fingers, and she heard a sucking sound.
Not on her flesh but his as he cleaned her juices from the thick digits.
He pressed one more kiss to her clit, like he was bidding it goodbye, before he stood.
He manipulated her flopped and exhausted body, positioning her more comfortably on the bed and pulling her blankets up and around her.
She had to reciprocate. Guys expected blowjobs after a round of cunnilingus. And after that performance, she was eager to gag on his dick in return. He just needed to give her a minute, or five, to force herself to stop twitching.
But Romival sweetly kissed her cheek as he tucked her in.
“I wish I could stay and observe you longer, vi Vakara, but my duties must be completed. I will put in an order for your midday meal. You rest. I will see you tomorrow morning.”
A hand brushed over her hair, but she barely felt it, already slipping into unconsciousness despite the early hour.
He hadn’t stayed to cuddle, and she knew she couldn’t expect an important man like him to linger in bed with her all day, but she did feel a pang of loss.
However, the warmth of her soft bed, of the heavy blanket he had tucked around her, felt like a hug he left her with even as he stepped from the room.
Her body was still twitching with aftershocks even after she fell asleep.