Chapter 4 #2
Before I could respond, his gaze fell back to my pussy which was right there. Right smack in front of his face, where no man had been in a very long time. Unless you counted my doctor. Which I didn't.
Just as I'd done before, I found myself holding my breath in anticipation. What would he say? What would he do? Was he really going to do what I thought he might do?
He lifted one of my legs, deftly resting it against his arm, essentially spreading me. Again, right in front of his face. Like right there.
"What a pretty fucking pussy," he said.
Oh. Oh my.
And then his mouth was on me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head at how incredible it felt. My hands tried to grip the wall behind me with the force of his attention.
He kissed me everywhere, his stubble scraping me, intensifying every movement like an exclamation point. His lips, his tongue, explored me, leaving not even a millimeter untouched.
Unaware of what I was doing, I pushed my hips forward, needing more, craving more, trying to recall if a man had ever been this thorough before.
Well, that was an easy answer.
No.
Only a few men had ever even gone down on me. Two, to be precise. And they'd been terrible at it. In their defense, we'd been pretty young and inexperienced. One had at least tried and tried and tried and tried, bless him.
But the other? He'd acted like it was a chore. And that feeling had never quite gone away. That a man could actually enjoy doing this.
This man, however? Judging by the noises he was making, he was into it. Way into it.
His tongue plunged into me, playing with that ultra sensitive area like it was his life's mission.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
"Not God, baby. Phantom."
I couldn't help laughing, his own chuckle vibrating against me. Something about our shared laughter during such a big moment relaxed me and made the experience even more amazing.
A big smile on my face, I stopped trying to grab onto the wall and instead moved my hands to his hair, gripping the back of his head greedily.
And he responded in kind, lapping me up like he was a starving man.
He licked me aggressively, then found his way to my clit with his tongue, nearly making my knees buckle at the ferocity of the sensation. Making a slow circle, I thought I might die with his torturous teasing.
Then the stroking began, back and forth, thorough, exquisite, light pressure that drove me crazy. This man for sure knew what he was doing. Did he teach a class in this? He was clearly a king at oral.
Moving both hands to my pussy, he spread me apart even more, baring my clit to his lavish attention. The pressure mounted, the strokes of his tongue increasing in force, intensity.
This man was expertly guiding me to a climax that would make me see a million stars. I couldn't have dreamed of a better man to have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Everything about it was pure magic.
Wearing a dress of my own creation, the setting, the city's lights twinkling from a far window, the scent of him, and... and his tongue, his mouth, his everything.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, then used his tongue to keep stroking, and I truly thought I might die with the pleasure. Oh, my God. No one had ever done such a move before. Never. Not even close. I hadn't even known it was possible.
And fuck me. It was divine.
"That..." I tried to say on a gasp. "...feels... so..."
I stopped talking, the overwhelming pressure, sensation, exquisite feeling of an orgasm riding up on me, every muscle in my body tightening. Clutching my fingers in his hair, I braced myself, wondering if I might pass out.
The pressure built. And built. Flicking, sucking, flicking, sucking, my God.
And then it hit me. Like an avalanche. Cresting over me. Cascading through me.
I shook with the release, my pussy pulsing, my every nerve ending from head to toe zinging with ecstasy.
"Oh, my God," I cried out, the waves never ending as he gently kept stroking me through it, riding it out with me, practically holding me up with his mouth, his body, his sheer strength.
Not only was it the climax of all climaxes, but the way he was supporting me was incredible. This total stranger—well, acquaintance now—treated me with more care than any of my previous partners.
My heart pounded, my lungs struggled for breath, the aftershocks consuming me, until mystery man sweetly kissed my very sensitive clit then slowly pulled away.
Standing up to his full height, he smiled down at me, a soft smile that made something in my chest tighten. Oh, crap.
This is only one night, I reminded myself. Catching any feelings is not in the cards.
"Hi," I said like a total dork.
He laughed. "Hi."
"That was pretty freaking amazing," I gushed.
"Yeah? Am I doing an okay job with that whole seduction thing you asked me for?"
I shrugged, loving the playful vibe he was giving off, my whole being blissed out, like nothing in this world could trouble me. "Pretty good," I said, doing my best to bite back my smile.
His jaw dropped. "Only pretty good?"
Lifting my shoulders again, I caught his eyes drifting to my still bare breasts. Yeah. They were on full display, and I saw him swallow.
"What were we talking about again?" he asked. "I lost my train of thought because... well, boobs."
Giggling, I was well aware that the movement made everything jiggle, and I could have sworn his breathing picked up. The knowledge that I had that power over him was the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.
"We were talking about how you're not done with your seduction," I said, his eyes flicking back to mine. "I'm hoping there's an act two where..."
Oh, crap, my courage suddenly ran out.
He leaned closer to me, his big body pushing into me. "Where what?" he demanded.
Could I say it? I desperately wanted to say it. I had to say it.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I noticed his gaze dropping to my mouth.
"Where what?" he repeated.
Welp, here goes. I could do this. I could say it. Taking a breath, I slowly released it. "An act two..." I whispered. "Where you fuck me."