56. Angélique
56
Angélique
I t takes me almost a minute to get back to normal, my breathing still erratic from the orgasm I just experienced.
I never want to go back to just my fingers. This is what I want for the rest of my life.
Elhyor is still between my legs, kissing softly my over-sensitive skin as his mouth travels back the way it came and finishes its courses on my lips. If I thought kissing was filthy, this is worse, or well better, filthier, because I can taste myself on his lips and it makes me want him even more.
Surely after two orgasms, he’s going to let me take care of him too, right?
This time, when I reach for his pants while we kiss, he doesn’t stop me. He guides my hands and helps me with the pants and then with just one hand he removes his shirt and discards the pants before starting to kiss me all over. I don’t know when he removed his shoes and I’m not sure I care. All I know is that I finally managed to get him out of his damn pants and now I want a taste of him, too.
I let my hands wander against his skin now that almost nothing is in the way, sliding them around his back, my nails softly scratching against his skin until I reach the small of his back, and now all I want to do is to remove those damn boxer briefs that are in my way. I also want him to press against me and stop keeping his distance, so I dig my nails in his ass and bring him into contact with my pussy.
It feels so hot and so hard against me, and in just a few seconds, I’m ready to go for another orgasm and I’ve drenched his boxers in my juices.
”You need to stop, Little Devil, or I’m not going to last,” he groans against my lips, “I told you I dealt with your moans with cold water. I haven’t jerked off in more than a week, and if you keep rubbing yourself like that on my cock, I’m gonna explode in my boxers.”
“Then, get rid of them, because it feels so good.”
I know I’m being a brat, but I want to see all of him the way he saw all of me and maybe, just maybe, I want to taste him the way he tasted me.
Elhyor doesn’t seem to mind, though. He takes his sweet time to get down the bed and slowly—as if it’s his turn to put on a show—he removes his boxers.
I know why he decided to get some distance between the two of us before removing his boxer briefs now.
Because I wasn’t prepared for what’s in front of me just now.
I knew he was massive—that’s not something he could have hidden under his boxers—but what has me truly dumbstruck to the point of my mouth hanging slightly open is the row of little bars forming some sort of ladder on the underside of his very erected cock.
I wonder if those hurt when he did them. I wonder if they still hurt or if they make him more sensitive to the touch.
Elhyor must see all of this on my face, because he climbs back on the bed and straddles my hips, bringing his cock right at eye level for me.
“You like what you see?” He asks me with a cocky smirk that I feel deep down in my pussy.
Instead of answering, I tentatively bring my hand to his cock and stroke the underside of it with my thumb, counting the bars. Seven. There are seven of those little metallic bars that I want to lick one by one.
My earlier question about pain is answered when Elhyor brings his hand over mine and squeezes a bit tighter to show me how he likes it and an almost silent moan rings between us. I’m not sure if it’s mine or his or even both of us’, but it emboldens me and I spit in my other hand before bringing it to his cock and sliding it with the first.
The metal under my hands is cold and a stark contrast to Elhyor’s cock, which is hot and pulsating under my palms.
I tighten my hold and squeeze a bit more, smearing the drop of precum that leaked already on the tip of his cock. I keep stroking a bit and the drop is back, so instead this time I bend a bit and flip my tongue over it before parting my lips to take the head of his cock into my mouth. Slowly, I breathe through my nose and take as much of him as I can, stroking with one hand in rhythm with my mouth.
I feel Elhyor bring one hand to the back of my head and the other around my throat. He doesn’t press or squeeze, he just lets it rest on the side of my neck as he groans in pleasure.
Hearing the pleasure I’m giving him, I try to take more of him and moan around his cock. I think I get down about five bars when I feel the hand around my throat press the underside of my jaw to make me stop.
“Enough,” Elhyor says, panting, “that filthy mouth of yours is going to be the death of me.” He breathes through his nose, and I can see the fire dancing in his eyes. “If you keep sucking me so good, I’m gonna come down that pretty throat and that’s not what I want for tonight.”
He crawls back a bit and then presses against me before turning us to switch positions. He’s now sitting against the headboard with his cock in his hand, and I’m straddling his thighs.
With it right next to my pussy, I’m well aware that it might hurt a bit at first. I’m not sure the piercings are going to help, either. They look gorgeous on his cock, but they might be less than awesome when I have to get all of them inside.
“It’ll fit,” Elhyor says with that cocky smile that starts to be his signature. “We’ll go slow and you’ll set the pace, and if it gets too much, we’ll stop.”
I see how much it costs him to say those last words when he looks so hungry to feel his cock inside of me.
“Condoms?” I ask, because I’m too young to be a mother and it’s been days and I can’t remember if I was supposed to take something before marrying Elhyor or if I was ever given anything. I know for a fact I didn’t get a contraceptive shot before leaving Versailles, but for all I know, that damn tracker that is still under the skin of my neck could have a contraceptive inside, but I’m not taking any chance.
But I shouldn’t have worried. With me still straddling his thighs, Elhyor bends to his right side, opens the drawer of the night table, and retrieves a string of gold foiled packages. There are like six of them.
“Someone came very prepared,” I say in a teasing tone.
“If I have something to say about how this goes, those won’t be enough,” Elhyor says as he pumps his cock inside his fist and another drop of precum beads at the tip.
Without thinking, I swipe it with my thumb and plunge it between my lips. I didn’t pay attention earlier when I tasted him, but I don’t understand the women I heard saying that cum tastes bad, because this is decadent, sultry and has a smoky taste that makes me feel like I’m on fire.
Elhyor opens one of the condoms and slides it on his cock slowly as he pumps it with both hands.
“Come here, Little Devil, and ride your husband’s cock like a good wife."