21. A Sweet Torture #2
Her words spur me on, and I lower my head, taking one of her hard, pink nipples into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the stiff peak and then I can’t resist the urge to rake my teeth over it before sucking on it.
“Oh,” she gasps, pushing her chest closer to give me better access.
This is like a dream come true. I spend the next few minutes feasting on her perfect tits, alternating my attention between each breast.
“Macklin,” Talia’s hands find the hem of my t-shirt. “I want to see you too.”
I let her hoist my t-shirt up and over my head. Her eyes run down the length of my neck, over my chest and abs. I know she likes what she sees.
Like I did with her, I give her time to explore the top part of my body.
My skin breaks out in a scatter of goosebumps when she runs her fingers down my collarbone. “Is this ok? You have goosebumps.”
“They’re the good kind.” I reassure her. “I love your touch.”
That emboldens Talia, and she traces the lines of my chest with her lips.
A noise of approval slips from my throat, and she dares more.
She opens her mouth, trailing kisses down the middle of my chest, exploring each bump in my defined muscles.
This is not enough and too much at the same time, and my cock pulses with need, straining in my underwear, pressing against the constraints of my jeans.
I think Talia is ready for more, but my cock will have to wait. When she said she was inexperienced when we discussed the terms of our deal, I didn’t know how much.
Today is all about her. I’m going to give her that orgasm she thinks is out of her reach.
“Come here.” I lift her, encouraging to wrap her thighs around my hips. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Ok.” She nods, and I kiss the spot where her throat works when she swallows as I carry her to my bed.
I place her on my comforter, taking care to be gentle as if she were the most precious thing in the world. To me, she is.
“Can we take these off too?” I trace the button of her jeans with my fingers, waiting for her permission.
“Yes, if you take yours off too.” She dares.
My lips stretch into a smile before I even realize it. She feels comfortable enough to tell me what she wants. I love that.
Our pants land on the floor next to each other, and there’s no way to hide how much I’m enjoying the sight of her naked body on my bed.
Or I should say almost naked. The only garment left on Talia is a pair of lace and silk baby blue panties that have me instantly on the brink of losing my shit.
My cock twitches in my underwear and she notices.
“Oh.” She closes her fingers over the base through my boxers, and it’s embarrassing how close I am to blowing my load.
I grab her wrist, taking care not to hurt her. “Did I say you could touch me?”
And that’s why Talia fascinates me so much. She’s sweet and soft, but she isn’t a pushover, and she takes no shit from anyone. Me included, apparently.
“If you can touch me, it’s only fair I’m allowed too.”
Straddling her hips, I lean down to kiss her. “You’re right. But not yet. I have one non-negotiable rule. Ladies first.”
“Then I should be the first to touch you.”
“Nice try.” I chuckle. “I never knew you were such a smart ass.”
Talia doesn’t back down. “Takes one to know one.” She teases.
That smile I can’t get enough of is dancing on her lips, and it isn’t just my cock that throbs with need.
“What I meant is that you can touch me as much as you want after we take care of you. You can touch me after I make you come.”
She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “What if you can’t?”
“If I can’t, then it’s your turn. But I need you to give me at least fifteen minutes.” I tell my phone to set up a timer. “You keep those pretty hands to yourself until that timer goes off. And I need you to tell me if what I’m doing doesn’t feel good. Can you do that?”
She nods. “Deal.”
A strange feeling expands in my chest, hitting me with the force of a thousand slapshots. I think I might know what it is, but this isn’t the time for introspection. Not when I have the hottest naked woman on Earth spread out in front of me.
Naked except for those sexy panties with their time numbered. But I’m not in a rush. Fifteen minutes is plenty of time to have Talia writhing and screaming my name.
The first thing I do is catch her lips to give her a long, deep kiss.
She responds eagerly, holding me close with her arms at the nape of my neck. I would kiss Talia for hours, but since time is ticking, I get to work.
I explore her with my open mouth in a similar way to how I kissed her before, when I had her pressed against my desk. Talia loves having her nipples licked and sucked, and I’m addicted to the little sounds she makes. Especially when my teeth come out to play.
By the time I move on, she’s breathing faster, ready for more.
The skin of her ribs and stomach is so smooth and soft that I cover every exposed inch on my way down to the waistband of those sexy panties.
Rather than lifting the soft fabric like I’m dying to do, I drag my lips over her underwear. They’re light, teasing kisses, but things change when I reach her clit. I open my mouth and flick my tongue over it, leaving a wet spot on the light blue silk.
“Oh my God.” Talia pants.
That earns her an open-mouthed kiss. I suck lightly, already drunk on her scent even through the material of her panties.
Her hips buck up, chasing more contact, but I scoot down to her feet instead.
I kiss her ankle and work my way up her calf, slowly, keeping my eyes on her face.
“Macklin,” she begs, propping herself up on her elbows to look at me. “This is nice, but what you were doing a minute ago was…”
“Better?” I supply, unable to resist smiling.
She nods. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so… good.”
“That’s great to know, baby. Now, relax.” I demand, returning to her shapely leg.
“I know what you’re doing.” Her voice trembles when I reach the side of her knee. “You’re trying to torture me.”
My smile widens. “Do you hate it?”
She shakes her head. “No, but…”
“Then just enjoy it.”
Talia’s head lolls back as she exhales a resigned breath.
I would nothing more than to tease her until she either begs me or orders me to do what she wants. But time is ticking, so I eventually reach her inner thighs.
“Can I take these off?” My fingers are hooked under the side of her panties.
“Please.” She lifts her hips to help me slide her underwear down her legs.
I’ve imagined her naked a million times before, and I’ve always wondered if she kept a totally natural look down there or what other kind of look she went for.
It wouldn’t have mattered either way. I would have found her beautiful, regardless. But when my eyes land on the bare, smooth skin of her pussy, my cock throbs in approval.
“I hope you know that you’re perfect.” I say with my face a breath away from where she needs me most.
Talia covers her face with her forearm. “I’m not perfect. Far from it.”
Fuck, no.
I scoot back up. “Baby,” I whisper, running my lips over the length of her forearm until she moves it away and looks at me. “I don’t know how it’s possible that you don’t see it. But believe me when I say that you’re gorgeous. Breathtaking.”
“Ok.” She doesn’t sound convinced, and I wonder what made her doubt what I’m sure she must see in the mirror every day. But now isn’t the time to get into it.
“You’re beautiful, Talia.” I give her a soft, lingering kiss.
But when Talia tries to wrap her arms around my neck, I move them away, kissing her hands as I place them at her sides.
I’m done teasing her. I need to show her how hot I think she is with actions rather than words.
Without hesitation, I lower my head between her toned thighs.
The first kiss I place on her pussy is as light as a feather.
“Oh.” She exhales.
I kiss her a few more times, increasing the pressure of my lips each time.
Her breathing becomes more labored, her perfect tits rising and falling with each breath.
Then I flick my tongue over her clit. Again, I start without too much pressure, just to gauge her reaction.
I’m rewarded with a soft gasp and a clench of her thigh muscles.
The next flick of my tongue is a little harder as I draw a circle over her little bundle of nerves.
“God.”
I smile. We’re on the right path.
Just when she begins to moan, I stop licking and close my mouth over her clit, sucking on it.
“Macklin.” She pants, fisting my comforter in her hands.
That’s my cue to kiss her the way I want. Licking and sucking on her clit, massaging her soft, silky skin with my mouth the same way I would do if I were kissing hers.
Talia’s muscles tense up as more moans slip out of her.
I don’t stop. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
The way she tastes, the noises she’s making, and her sleek, soft skin are addictive.
I’ll have to find a way to turn this fake relationship into a real one. Because she’s like a drug and like every junkie, I’ll do anything to get my next fix.
“Oh my God, Macklin. I—” her voice cracks with her first shudder.
The way she withers and moans under my mouth as I keep licking and sucking is music to my ears, and I don’t stop until her cries of pleasure ebb away and she cups my face with her hands.
“Stop.” She’s breathing hard, her eyes darker than normal.
“Too sensitive?”
She nods. “A little. But that was…”
I take Talia into my arms, dragging her against the pillows by the headboard. “So it looks to me,” I say, shifting onto one side, keeping my arms around her, “that you aren’t broken after all.”
Her cheeks are already flushed by the orgasm she just had, but they redden more as she blushes. “It looks like I wasn’t.”
The way she’s looking at me is everything.
“I can’t believe I’ve waited all this time to find out what an orgasm felt like.”
“And?” I provoke her.
“I’m a fan. I hope my first orgasm wasn’t my last.”
I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Not if I have anything to do with that, baby. There are so many ways I can make you come, and I can’t wait to try them all.”