Chapter 51 – Vale #3
He suctions down on the wound hard. I love you, I hear him gasp the words, but he isn’t speaking.
His words are inside me, filling up my pleasure-addled mind.
Oh, God, let me keep her forever. His thoughts make me tighten my hold on him as I shiver with each draw of his lips.
Please, I’ll do better, he continues, desperate, as if he’s praying. Please, I can’t lose her.
“You won’t lose me.” I say and sit up straighter. His inner voice sounds so worried, so scared. He looks up at me, his green eyes wide with confusion. Then his mouth loses its suction, and my thigh twitches as I try to pull away.
“I heard you,” I explain. “Sometimes . . . I hear you. It’s never been that loud before.”
Oliver sits up, all thoughts of pleasure forgotten as he licks a drop of blood from his lower lip. “What do you mean?”
“You tell me. I don’t know what I’m hearing. It sounds like you’re talking to me, but your mouth doesn’t move. I don’t hear it all the time. Were you praying? I heard you say, ‘Oh God, let me keep her forever.’”
I’m watching his lips when his voice sounds in my head again, What’s happening to you?
I shake my head. “I don’t know. Please help me figure it out.”
One eyebrow lifts in question. “Can you hear my thoughts? I hope not,” I say, then laugh. “That’d be really embarrassing.”
Oliver chuckles. “No, not usually. You’re very hard to read. I heard you once, in the restaurant. You’d just asked me if I loved you. I thought you were praying when you said, ‘Please, let Oliver love me.’ I hope you know I wanted to tell you then.”
Oliver looks back to the bite on my thigh that’s pooling with blood. He lifts my knee and the blood drips in a slow line, making its way toward my panties.
“Are we still working on hypnosis?” I ask.
“That depends. Can I rip your clothes off?”
I drag the satin nightgown over my head and toss it behind him. “I like that too much for you to tear it, but you can tear my panties off.”
My core clenches when he smirks. He pushes at my right thigh, spreading my legs farther apart.
I sit back on my elbows as he longingly eyes that line of blood.
Now it’s only an inch from my panties. He bites his lip before he turns to my panties and his smirk gets bigger, those dimples showing when he sees how wet they are.
He grabs the gusset of my panties in a fist, then jerks at them once, and I almost lose my position. “So wet already, soaking these tiny panties.” He doesn’t sound like Oliver right now, he sounds like my monster with that reverberating growl.
“Yeah, I am,” I admit as he squeezes his hand tighter around the gusset.
Oliver looks at my thigh, still waiting, then he glances back at my core. He slides his hand up and down the satin, his knuckles brushing softly against my slit, teasing my flesh.
I moan at the touch. “Do it, Oliver. Rip them off me. I know you want to.”
“I want to do a lot of things, Vale,” he says without looking at me, still studying the blood that’s dripping down my thigh.
His knuckles slide over my slit again. It’s not words this time, it’s a vision of me screaming with his head between my legs, both his hands up on my breasts as if he’s worshiping me on his knees. I gasp when I see it. “I want it,” I cry, then the fabric rips and it’s like an alarm going off.
That little bead of blood slides down to the crease separating my core and my thigh. The growl he releases is intimidating. He licks at the wound, healing the skin, then he follows that line of blood with his tongue. Two of his long fingers slide into me.
“So tight for me,” he says as he licks the last bit of blood. “You grip me so well.”
Oliver curls his fingers inside, making my eyes go wide and my hips lift. I know what he’s going to do. I remember how intense it was. I remember how I screamed in the car as we watched the sun come up. “Oh, my God!” I scream. “Not again, baby. Please.”
He chuckles as he pulls his fingers out. My mouth falls open as he takes my pleasure away. I take a deep breath, and he looks into my eyes. “Afraid of what I’ll do with these fingers?” he asks, and now I know I’m losing him. I had control, but I don’t anymore. He took it all. Hypnosis, my ass!
Oliver brings those fingers up to his lips and sucks them deep into his mouth with a groan that damn near makes me come again.
His eyes close as he savors the taste of me.
When he’s done, he slides them right back in, curling them up inside me.
He keeps them curled as he drags them back out.
I clench my inner muscles. I feel my wetness slide out, and he thrusts his fingers back inside.
My head falls back. I’m lost when he does this. It doesn’t take long for that pleasure to build and burn inside me. It feels like I’m going to explode as he finds that spot over and over again, tapping at it. All the muscles in my body tense and I sit up.
“Oliver, please,” I cry as he drives those fingers back inside. He loves this, making me crazy. “Prick!” I yell, but he just smiles brightly. I shake my head, begging him. The slickness that's going to come flooding out, it’s going to kill me.
“Doesn’t it feel so good,” he says with a sadistic smile, tap, tapping those fingers inside me. “Don’t you want me to force the come out of you?” His laugh is maddening.
“I thought,” I gasp. “I thought I was hypnotizing you. I thought you had to do what I told you to, like a good boy.” I smile at him with challenge as he sinks those fingers deeper inside, the curl of his fingers making me slide my hips forward to chase them down.
I have no control, this has gone on too long.
“I’ve never been a very good boy. Just look how panicked you are. Oh baby, don’t worry, it’ll feel good. I promise. I bet one day you’ll actually want me to do this to you. One day I’ll lay you down and keep doing it until you lose your mind and beg me to stop.”
I lean forward and grab his wrist between my legs. I shake my head, panicked. “Don’t!” I tell him. “Please don’t!”
His hand halts. “Do you think you can stop me?” he says as my hold gets tighter. I claw at his wrist.
“I know I can’t stop you,” I tell him. I hold my mouth open and pant as he slides his fingers deeper, tapping again on the way out.
If I’m completely honest, I don’t want to stop him.
This orgasm will be soul shattering. I’ve thought about it multiple times.
I’ve wanted him to do it again, but I can’t tell him that.
Not right now while I’m trying to be strong.
I clench around his fingers, and he groans. “That’s it, baby. I know you want to come for me.” He pulls his fingers out and slams them back inside, getting rougher.
I fall back against the pillows. My hips lift and I scream. I feel so much wetness slide out, my cheeks heat in embarrassment. What he’s doing makes me feel like I need to pee. The urge is so strong a part of me wishes I could, then it’d relieve this terrifying feeling.
Oliver doesn’t stop. I come, screaming like a banshee, bucking my hips up.
The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.
I can’t take much more. He laughs as he leans down and sucks my clit in between his lips.
My hips thrust against his mouth, needing more even though I’m currently mid-orgasm.
All the while he continues to fuck me with those curled fingers.
I can’t stop screaming as it intensifies.
It’s agony and ecstasy all at once. I feel him smile against my slit.
I grab his head in my hands and hold him down against me as I lift my hips and grind over his mouth.
I come so hard and for so long that eventually my body goes lax with the exhaustion of it, my head flying back into the pillows.
My hips still and I let him go even as the aftermath of that orgasm makes my body tremble and shake. I think this is it, I’m going to pass out. I felt like this the last time he did this.
His hand slides up over my stomach, then over my left breast as I shake from the sensation.
He thumbs my nipple as he takes one last lick up through my wet folds.
He pulls those talented fingers from inside me, and my slick glistens like honey on them.
I can’t look away. I’m fascinated at how he stares hungrily at those fingers.
Then he paints it across each breast. I shiver with each wet touch, and my nipples shine with my release as the breeze chills them.
He looks up at me with hot, hooded eyes and slides those fingers past my lips.
He’s silent, watching me with devotion so strong it borders on obsession, as I suck his fingers in deeper, consuming every drop left.
When he pulls them out, he smiles like a devil.
Oliver moves with such speed, licking up over my stomach, circling one breast before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
He suctions so hard it stings, but then he soothes the ache by flicking his tongue over it.
I arch my back, trying to get away. He lifts off with a popping sound and our eyes meet.
His head tilts to the side, his long hair falling forward and tickling my stomach.
His eyes are so dark they reflect the fire from the candles, and it’s like he’s lit up with an absolute primal need. He’s more animal than man.
He licks a straight line across my chest. Each swipe of his tongue painting my skin in fire. Everything he does feels more than good, it’s amazing. It feels like magic washing over me. He’s right, there’s no other word for these things. My Oliver, he’s magical.
He lifts off my other nipple and studies me again. He tilts his head, those eyes lighting up. I’m in awe of him. “How is it possible that you’re so beautiful?” I ask. “There’s no creature, no human, no being more beautiful than you. How do you even exist?”