THE WINDUP GIRL #4
He carried me into a bedroom dominated by the largest bed I’d ever seen. It brushed the walls on three sides and had no headboard, only an assortment of pillows. The only other furniture was a single nightstand and a lamp.
“Good,” he rumbled, and ripped my mouth free as he tossed me onto the dark blue duvet.
I bounced once, and he caught my leg, yanking me beneath him.
Rafael stared down at me, eyes bright, tendrils of hair tickling my face and neck. “I would very much like to lick your clit until you come in my mouth, and keep you coming until you beg me to stop. Maybe one or two more after that.”
I let out an involuntary moan.
He tapped the side of my face. “I need a clear ‘yes’.”
“Yes. Fuck yes!” I pounded the mattress with balled up fists.
He kissed his way down my body, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them off my legs.
Here he paused. I had far fewer scars than he did.
Hot breath tickled my upper thighs. His lips grazed the thickened skin.
At my encouraging noises, he nibbled experimentally at the physical reminders of my anguish.
He lingered over the largest one, where I’d slipped and accidentally-on-purpose cut way too deep,.
The sensation was both uncomfortably strange and intensely erotic.
“You are the first guy who hasn’t been weird about my scars.”
“Disgustingly hypocritical of me if I was, no?” He nuzzled the raised marks. “I treasure these brands of your survival. They brought you to me.”
“Come on, now, don’t make me horny and sad. That’s what Sleep Token is for.”
“‘Cuhm own, nayow’,” Rafael mocked with a chuckle. “I wondered where that Southern accent was hiding.” Reaching my sodden thong, he teased the sprouts of hair escaping around the edges.
What if he hated pubes like most of my exes? “I’m sorry, I don’t like shaving—”
“Shh.”
“But I’m—”
“Shut your mouth. I love that you have pubic hair like a goddamn adult. Do not shave anything.” Rafael stroked the dark fuzz. “You are perfect.”
Somehow, that was even hotter than all the kissing. I’d devolve and melt into a useless puddle of primordial goo at this rate. Who needed bones anyway?
Rafael pressed his tongue experimentally against the crotch of my underwear.
A bolt of ecstatic lightning shot through me.
He made a pleased sound and sucked my clit through the already-saturated cloth.
My sensitive flesh pulsed, sending streamers of holy fire arcing up my spine.
I moaned and bucked beneath him. He clamped me down on the bed with one firm hand on my hip.
I snagged his hair, tangling my fists in his glorious curls.
“You are so close I can see your heartbeat through your panties.” He sounded extremely pleased with himself. So near to my quivering cunt, his resonant bass sent new waves of sensation rippling through me.
“God, I can’t. Please. I need—” I needed a hard reset. That cliff was rushing up fast.
He pushed my soaked underwear to the side and inhaled deeply. “You are exquisite.”
Tenderly, he slid the very tip of his tongue along my bared lips, outlining every ridge and valley. Helpless, I whimpered and trembled and prayed for release. With unfathomable cruelty, he flicked that tongue ever-so-lightly at my desperate cunt.
Shameless, I begged. “Tongue-fuck me. Put your fingers in me. Use a goddamn cucumber or fist me if you have to. Please give me something. I am losing my fucking mind.”
Rafael laughed into me. The vibrations sent me over the edge. I cried out, and he thrust his tongue deep into my cunt. His mouth made a seal as he sucked hard on my clit, tonguing me in time to my desperate wails. A sustained bass growl added a buzzing new dimension to the intensity.
Holy fucking hell, he had a long tongue too. He paused right as I teetered on the brink. I whined, pushing at the back of his head, trying to force his face back down.
“Look at me,” Rafael commanded. “Maintain constant eye contact while you come, or I will punish you.”
Panting, I locked eyes with him. The corners of his eyes crinkled with wicked glee.
Merciless, he sucked and licked and rumbled into my cunt.
I sat upright, howling my climax, clinging to his hair for dear life.
Each time I accidentally closed my eyes for longer than a blink, he withdrew, prolonging my delicious torture.
Rise and fall, rise and fall, never letting me recover fully between one orgasm and the next.
“H-help,” I whimpered. “I can’t—”
“Help, help,” Rafael mocked. “That is not the word I gave you.”
He dove in again, sucking, licking, tongue-fucking me until my back arched off the bed. Until I finally collapsed into a twitching, panting mess.
“Stop!” I gasped out. “Stop. Fucking goddamn fuck, I feel like I’m dying in the best way.”
Rafael sat up, wiping the juices off his nose and chin and sucking his fingers clean in a show of eroticism. My poor clit throbbed. Damn, I could come for this man all night. Just ride his face into the sunset.
1 “Dangerous” by Sleep Token
2 “Disassociate” by Jutes