Chapter 21 #2
He growled against me, then speared my opening with his tongue.
I whimpered as he fucked me with his mouth, the pleasure building inside me until I was ready to explode.
I was innocent to the ways of men. Of sex.
I was twenty-nine, so I'd masturbated before, but it hadn't ever felt anything like this.
Nothing felt like this. My entire body was one knot of anticipation, waiting to unravel at his command.
"Please," I begged. "I need...I need..."
He lifted his head and stared up at me, lips glistening with my juices. "What do you need?" he demanded. "I want to hear those filthy words come out of that pretty mouth, Duchess."
My cheeks heated at his demand, but I couldn't deny him. Not when he was giving me so much pleasure. "Please make me come," I whispered.
"Louder."
"Please make me come!" I clapped a hand over my mouth. There were so many other people living here. The last thing I wanted was to be overheard.
His hand wrapped around my wrist and he stared at me with a dark look on his face. "Don't ever hide from me, Duchess," he growled.
I nodded, then dropped my hand back to the bed. He went back to licking and sucking at my pussy and it wasn't long before he had me teetering on that precipice once more. When he slipped a finger inside me, I cried out as my body clenched around it. It felt so good, but I needed more. I needed him.
My breathing was harsh in the quiet of the room as I rocked in time with his rhythm. He added a second finger and I gasped as he stretched me open, then moaned as he continued to fuck me with them.
"Gotta stretch out this tight little pussy," he purred against my flesh. "I want you to scream from pleasure when I fuck you. Not pain."
"I don't think I can," I moaned. There was no holding back my whimper of disappointment when his fingers left my body and he reared up over me again. His hand wrapped around my throat once more, his fingers wet from my body.
"Don't think you can...what?" His hazel eyes searched mine. "I told you, Eva. Once I started eating that delicious cunt, you were mine. No going back."
I shook my head, sucking in a breath when he tightened his grip. He wasn't cutting off my air, but he had complete control over me right now. And still, I wasn't afraid. Not of that anyway. "I just meant... Your fingers..."
He released his grip on my neck and threaded his hand through my hair. It was comforting. He waited for me to explain.
"They're so big," I told him. It wasn't easy for me to speak like this.
You didn't talk about sex. It was inappropriate.
The one time my mother had the sex talk with me it had been so technical.
Almost clinical. There was nothing clinical about the way Idaho was making me feel.
What he was doing to my body. My nervous system was going haywire, and I couldn't seem to control myself.
"I don't think I can take you," I admitted.
His chuckle was a deep rumble in his chest. "I already told you, Eva, you can take me.
I'll make sure of it." His lips brushed over mine and I could taste myself on them.
It should have been repulsive. Instead it made me burn even hotter for him.
"First, I need you to come for me. Did you like what I was doing? "
I nodded shyly, my eyes darting away from his. He reached out and grabbed the sides of my jaw, holding my face in one hand, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
"You like when I eat your pussy? When I fuck you with my fingers?"
His hand was holding me too tightly for me to nod. "Yes," I muttered, forcing the word out despite his grip.
"Good." He released my face. "I fucking love it," he growled as his fingers slid back inside me.
This time he added a third and I gasped at the intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He started moving them in and out of me slowly, then picked up the pace until he was finger fucking me so hard that I was rocking on the bed with each thrust. His thumb pressed against my clit.
I bucked my hips, trying to get closer. The pain and pleasure were so intermingled all I knew was that I needed more.
He watched his fingers moving between my thighs for a few strokes, then laid back down between them.
His tongue joined his fingers, lapping at me as he fucked me with his hand.
When he used the flat of his tongue to rub circles over my clit it was all over.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. It slammed into me so hard that I couldn't breathe. My entire body went rigid, then I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Idaho continued to lap at me until I was too sensitive and tried to push him away.
His growl was dark as he grabbed my wrist with his free hand, stopping me from shoving at him.
"I'll stop when I want to." He removed his fingers from my body and his tongue gentled, but he didn't stop licking at me.
He kept dipping down, catching my wetness with his mouth as though it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
When he was ready, he shoved upward, pinning my body down.
He was surrounding me as he settled himself between my thighs. "I'm going to fuck you now, Duchess."
"Okay," I whispered.