18. Killian
KILLIAN
She emits a little whine of agreement, and a growl rumbles from me in response.
“Spread your legs more for me, love,” I order as I position my shoulders between her thighs and thrust my hands under her arse, gripping her to get my tongue on her sweet, wet pussy. I’d like to take my time, but I’m desperate to have her taste in my mouth and feel her come for me.
“You’re not…” She takes in where I am, my face almost on her delicious cunt.
And I realise that she assumed I would go right to fucking her.
I raise my eyebrows. “Give me a minute, and we’ll get to that, but while I recover from you sucking my brain from my cock, I’ll keep licking your pretty little pussy until you’ve had all the multiple orgasms you can bear, and possibly one that you think is too much. ”
Her mouth falls open in a perfect “o”.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, smirking at her. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?”
Her breath catches as I say, “good girl”, and she nods.
My grin widens. “I’ll make you scream for me. Let everyone know that I’m making you come over and over.”
Pink tinges her cheeks.
And while I could swear a shadow of concern flickers over her expression, I ignore it. Actions speak louder than words, and I’m going to show her exactly how much I want her.
I lower my head and go right for her wet folds, pushing my tongue over them in a greedy lick that makes her buck and gasp.
“Fecking delicious.” It’s true. She’s salty and sweet and something else that is indefinably her.
I could take every drop and then ask for more.
“That’s it, love. That’s my good girl.” I hardly move my head, and go straight back to using my tongue on her, feeling for how she moves with me to discover what arouses my girl most.
I do some of it for me. Thrusting my tongue into her tight little passage? Definitely only for me. My cock twitches, despite having come only minutes before. There’s something about that place between her legs that makes me ravenous.
But sealing my lips over her clit and sucking hard? Definitely for her, and all the better for me because of it.
“Oh my god,” she whispers as I ease up on her clit.
“Can you come for, love? Give it to me.” I suck on her again, and she lets out a high-pitched whine. “Let me feel it.
I’m impatient for her pleasure, not to get to mine quicker—that will happen in its own time—but for the satisfaction of knowing I’ve made her come. Once isn’t enough.
I go back to her clit, and switch to firm licks. That’s the thing she needed, and she tenses. “Kill.”
“Mmm,” I purr, but I have my mouth full.
She bucks and whimpers, and it’s pure instinct as I clamp my forearm over her hips.
Holding her down. Making her take every bit of pleasure from me.
I feel when her orgasm sweeps over her. It’s trembling in her limbs that spreads out in waves from where I’m eating her pussy, and it’s only after a second that she lets out a choked cry. I flatten her to the bed, and keep on.
Gently now, yes, but no less insistent.
“Kill,” she says after a few minutes, when she’s recovered and is whimpering about how close to her clit I’m kissing. “I came.”
She sounds dazed, and confused.
“I know,” I can’t help but sound amused. I am.
“But…”
I grin and venture a bit nearer her clit, making her yelp.
“Still too sensitive, huh?”
“Yes!” She reaches down and makes a half-hearted attempt to push me away, tugging at my arm. “I can’t come again.”
“You can with me,” I reply simply. “You’re going to come for me until the cock you so rudely discharged early is ready to fuck you the way you deserve.”
She splutters then moans as I lick over her soft folds.
“But I didn’t, and you…” She can’t form a coherent objection.
I shift position, bringing my free hand between her legs rather than gripping her thigh. Lifting my head to see her fully, I shoot a glance into her baffled face, then lightly stroke my fingertip down her pussy.
Then thrust in.
The yelp is gratifyingly loud. “So wet for me, love. I can’t wait to replace this with my cock. But we need a little more time, so you’re going to come for me again.”
I slowly work my finger in and out of her warm velvet passage. Far tighter than I anticipated, or have felt before. But she moans as I loosen her, and within seconds she’s whimpering, and it’s a few minutes, and I can push a second finger into her, which she clamps down on.
“Your cunt is so lovely. You grip me so nicely. Do you like being fucked by my fingers?”
She whines.
“Words. Use your words. Tell me you want to come on my fingers and my tongue, and I’ll do that for you.” I’ve been indulging in looking at her while her body recovers, but I think she’s ready.
“Yes. Yes.” It’s faint, but enough for me.
I lower my head and lick her eagerly. Stroking her passage has brought more of her honey out, so it’s not my saliva I taste, but her. Avery is the most delicious thing imaginable.
She writhes and whines and I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her pleasure intensifies, making her shake as I bring her towards orgasm. And my body responds in kind.
This is getting me hard far quicker than I ever have before, never mind the fact I’m forty years old.
The shift from almost being too much to her chasing more is subtle, but I recognise it, and give her exactly what she needs.
The flat of my tongue, the wet slam of my fingers into her pussy that’s opened for me gloriously.
Then she contorts as she comes, shuddering and sobbing as the orgasm wrecks her.
I keep rubbing her inner walls, relax the pressure on her clit, all the while looking up at her face.
She’s arched, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open, her fingers digging into the sheets. Her expression is perfect, and I don’t spare a glance for her pussy as I surge up and cover her little body with my own, much larger bulk.
“Such a good girl, coming for me like that. So delicious.”
She’s soaking wet between her spread legs, and my cock notches naturally at her entrance. She was made for me.
I cradle her as best I can, and she releases the bedsheets to cling to me. I kiss her cheeks, and over her closed eyes, eventually dropping kisses onto her lips. My face is covered in her juices, and I’m spreading the taste of her over her face.
“I fecking need you so much, love. Open for me. Let me in. I have to be inside you.” I’m not sure if it’s a demand or a plea.
And when her dark-brown eyes open, dazed, I emphasise my point with a roll of my hips, and she moans, and lifts her legs to wrap around my waist.
I hiss as her body stretches slightly to accommodate the swollen tip of my cock. Because of course getting her off twice in a row has made me rock-solid again.
One of her hands slides to the back of my neck, and the other low on my waist, and they both pull me towards her. I go as she silently requests, letting my head drop to press our cheeks together, and push slowly into her.
She whimpers, but her fingers dig into my muscles and I’m so overtaken by the sensation of her tight wet heat stretching out for me, that a growl reverberates in my throat, and every part of my brain has migrated to between her legs where I’m breaking her open.
This is what I waited for. This utter feeling of rightness is everything I knew it could be, and never had a hint of with any other woman.
I run my trembling hand down her side, holding myself on my other forearm. Our bodies are pressed together, and I’m shaking with the effort of taking this slowly. But it’s been too long waiting, and she feels too good, grasping my cock.
“Such a greedy pussy. Can you take more?” I know I’m big. This has to be a lot for her to adjust to.
She nods, her soft cheek rubbing against my stubble, and my heart explodes.
With a groan of relief, I push down into her, and slide home. Hip to hip, messy, sloppy, intense. I’m as close to Avery as I can possibly get, and it’s the best feeling in the world.