19 CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE
CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE
A PAIR OF FULL LIPS, EVEN FULLER FROM THE PASSIONATE kisses they’d shared, parted over Sunshine’s most intimate flesh and sucked. She jerked so hard, she nearly sat straight up. Raum gripped one of her thighs and squeezed, fingers sinking into the flesh—a demand for her to stay put.
She forced herself to relax, but that didn’t last long when he sucked again. A gasp tore out of her at the overwhelming sensation.
She had never done anything like this before.
She’d been around a very long time and wasn’t innocent or naive by any stretch of the imagination.
In fact, she believed humans’ fascination with virginity was a baseless construct for the purpose of oppression.
In her mind, it didn’t matter in the least whether a person was “untouched.”
It was only forbidden for angels to engage in sexual activity because the drive to procreate was a primal instinct and was therefore only to be experienced by those tethered to the mortal realm. Like demons, angels were created, not born, so there was never a need for copulation.
Demons, on the other hand, partook in sex because they were slaves to sensation. They were infertile and incapable of procreation, but they thrived on anything that kept a mind bound to its baser instincts.
But this didn’t feel like a base instinct. This felt like … connection.
Raum’s tongue trailed through her tender flesh, the pink muscle standing out against his dark skin, and her thoughts scattered.
Pleasure spiked through her body as his tongue swirled around her clitoris, and her body jerked once again as a most undignified moan came from her. But she wasn’t self-conscious of her reactions. She was far too invested in what he was doing to care.
His fingers spread her farther apart as he fixed his lips around her clit and sucked it into his mouth. He released it, flicked it with his tongue, and oh dear god , she thought she might die. If so, it would be a glorious death.
He released his other hand’s grip on her thigh, and next thing she knew, his finger was pushing into her most vulnerable inner place.
She felt every millimeter of it penetrating her, but it wasn’t enough.
Pressing her feet into the mattress, she lifted her hips, wanting to spread herself open, wanting to feel overwhelmingly full inside.
He slid his finger in and out, while his tongue and lips continued to suck, lick, and swirl around her throbbing bundle of nerves. She had no awareness of the sounds she made beyond a distant knowledge that the air was full of her cries.
No wonder humans were endlessly tempted by the allure of sex. It was intoxicating. Exhilarating. Liberating.
As her clit swelled with blood and sensation, Raum replaced his tongue with his fingers, upping the pressure and stimulation. His tongue traveled down to join his other hand by her opening, teasing her entrance with the feeling of fullness she craved so desperately but couldn’t quite obtain.
The pressure built beyond what she could stand, and she heard herself begging for something. Release, possibly. Or more pressure. More delicious torture.
He lifted his head suddenly, but his fingers never stopped working. His lips glistened with her arousal, and she had never seen his eyes burn brighter.
“Raum.” It was a plea, an invitation, and more she couldn’t name.
He didn’t respond verbally, but the promise was there in his eyes.
She let herself fall.
With a cry, her spine arched, her head tipped back, and a climax poured through her bloodstream. Her vision went dark save for bursts of lights in the blackness. She didn’t know if her eyes were open or closed. She didn’t know if she was even alive.
Yet she’d never felt more so.
When the peak passed, her body slumped onto the mattress, her chest heaving, her sight still speckled with lights.
Raum’s tongue flicked over her sensitized clit, and her body jerked.
He did it again and she gasped, trying to snap her legs closed.
His broad shoulders and a firm grip on one thigh prevented it.
“Raum—”
He looked up, and his eyes were all demon. Wicked and full of mischief. He bent and licked her again.
She cried out. “Raum, it’s too much.”
He did it again. And again. Until suddenly, she wasn’t flinching but writhing from the pleasure as it unfurled inside her once more.
She didn’t know if she could stand a second round. This time, it might actually kill her.
And yet, she found herself dropping her legs open again, pushing into her feet to grind against his fingers and tongue, her muscles clenching and unclenching with each fresh wave of stimulation.
He didn’t stop until he made her come twice more.
Raum sucked the salty-sweet angel cum off his fingers and felt himself smiling like an idiot. Like Meph. But he’d have to be dead and a pile of ashes not to be a little giddy. Sunshine lay like a molten puddle of woman, looking at him like he’d just blown her mind. Which he absolutely had.
His smile broadened a little.
He was so hard it hurt, but he didn’t care about his own pleasure right now. Planting his hands on either side of her waist, he crawled up her body, mesmerized by her eyes. Heavy-lidded and drugged with pleasure, they were so deep he felt like he could fall into them. He wanted to fall.
He knew she was inexperienced, and he wasn’t expecting her to reciprocate. Nor did he want to push her into anything before she was ready. When he’d become such a fucking gentleman, he didn’t know. He didn’t care either. She was worth it.
He was just planning to sneak into the shower to take care of his needs when Sunshine said, “I want to do that to you.”
He nearly choked. He did cough a little.
“You don’t have to.” Shut up, idiot, and take the blowjob.
“I also want …” She trailed off and cleared her throat.
“What?” He focused his whole attention on her response.
She looked away and shrugged a little.
He turned her head back with a finger on her chin. “Tell me.”
Her lips curved slightly. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought she was the world’s most masterful seductress. But there was no faking that kind of reaction. The way she stared into his eyes … What made it so impossibly intoxicating was that it was real.
He hadn’t known sex could even be like this. He’d always seen it as more of a contractual exchange—both parties got off and had a good time. But this was different. This was … more.
“I want … Well, I think I might like if …” She swallowed and then blurted, “I think I’d like it if you decide what we do. I had a dream, and—” She shook her head. “Never mind.”
He shut his eyes briefly. I think I’d like it if you decide what we do. He was too fixated on that to pay attention to her other words, already debating how he would grant her request. He decided to take a chance and go for gold.
“I want to fuck your mouth and then come on your chest.”
Maybe he wanted to push her a tiny bit. Just to see how far she wanted to go.
Her eyes widened … and then she nodded. “Okay.”
Really? Just like that? He might not survive this.
She started to sit up, but he pressed her flat with a hand on her chest.
“Are you sure?” he asked, trying to temper the urges he had to test her, dominate her, with the urge he had to take care of her. It was a strange opposition and something he’d never experienced before. “You don’t have to—”
“I want you to mark me.”
“Fuck.” His eyes closed for a moment as that sank in. “How do you know to say shit like that?”
“I’m just saying what I’m feeling.” She smiled with mock innocence when his eyes narrowed.
“Take off your nightgown.”
She sat up and pulled the slinky little dress over her head, tossing it away, and his entire focus was drawn to the sight of the dark nipples at the center of her breasts.
Her body was an abundance of curves, her waist flaring out to wide hips, her stomach softly rounded, her breasts so full they would overflow his hands.
She was a goddamn vision of perfection.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunshine.”
She smiled so sweetly it fried his brain. He was a wreck.
“Lie back and put your arms over your head.”
The way she complied instantly … Fucking hell.
He climbed up her body until he was straddling her over her breasts, knees braced just below her underarms. With one hand, he gripped her head, fingers tangling in her thick silky hair.
With the other, he braced himself on the headboard and bent forward slightly.
His cock was inches from her lips. She watched him with wide eyes, but there was no mistaking the anticipation there. She wanted this.
“Open.” He could barely get the word out.
Her lips parted, and she even stuck her tongue out a little. That pink tongue … Fuck.
He fit his cock between her lips, and she sucked him in. The moan that came out of him was like no sound he’d ever made before.
“ Fuck , Sunshine.” He tightened the hand in her hair, lifting her head up a little more and thrusting into her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, and her mouth was hot and wet and the best thing he’d ever felt.
Her tongue stroked against the underside of his shaft, and he groaned, hips bucking forward unintentionally. He briefly hit the back of her throat and saw the strain in her eyes.
“You okay?” Again, his brain barely formed the words, and they came out like a hoarse grunt.
She nodded and hummed around his cock, which felt fucking fantastic and made him moan again. “God damn, I’m not gonna last very long. You’re so sexy I could die.”
She hummed again, and he tipped his head back, trying not to spill yet. He wanted more of this because it was easily the best thing to ever happen to him.
Lifting her head a little more, he thrust forward, careful not to push too deep even though he really wanted to. But he could control himself, since he highly doubted she’d done this before.