53. Chapter Fifty-Three #2
"You do not get to touch what's mine," he snarls.
Before I have time to dream up painful ways to murder the cruel, possessive prick, he looks at me with a wild grin, flattens his tongue against me, and licks straight up my core, from my entrance to the apex of my thighs.
Again and again and again, without pausing for even a second to let me take a breath.
My moan could summon the gods when he spreads me open again, not to torment this time.
He laps and sucks at my clit, making me scream when he pulls back and blows a soft stream of cool air on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Needing more pressure, more friction, I try to tilt my hips up to meet his mouth, but with my legs outstretched and nothing under my feet, it's impossible to get any leverage.
All I can do is take what he decides to give.
"Do you like seeing me on my knees, mouth buried between your soft thighs, pretty girl?" Dipping his tongue deep into my center, he licks his lips. "You taste like you do." Then, he lowers his mouth to me and feasts. Licking, sucking, nipping relentlessly as I try to absorb the sensations.
"Gods, yes." My breath is rasping, jagged pants. So close, I'm so fucking close. "More, please." I don't care that I'm begging. There’s only the pleasure he's wringing from me, coiling low and tight.
"You're so damn sweet; I could spend hours here and never sate my craving.
" My legs tremble at his praise, the scratch of his stubble and the light scrape of teeth against my clit.
My whole body shakes violently when he slips his tongue inside me, lapping at my core again.
He grips my thighs hard enough to bruise when my inner walls flutter around him.
"Fuck, please, please," I beg, hands twisting in his hair, holding him against me.
I don't even know what I'm pleading for, but he does.
He knows exactly what I need. Swirling his tongue around my slickness, he surges up and sucks on my clit, hard enough to cause a stinging jolt of pain, quickly soothed with soft, open kisses.
"Let go for me, Aly," he commands, repeating the rhythm again, the sting a little sharper and therefore sweeter.
I shatter. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over every inch of me with an intensity I've never experienced.
The waves turn to rippling aftershocks, and all I can do is breathe through each one until they subside.
I'm so consumed by the energy buzzing beneath my skin, I only notice Zenn moved when the mattress dips and he pulls me flush to his muscled body.
Even the soft fabric of his undershorts feels harsh against my activated skin.
Instead of feeling satiated and blissful, every one of my nerve endings is lit up and pulsing.
It's as if my blood has been replaced by scorching lava.
Even with the pleasure of my orgasm still coursing, the sharp edge of my desire has only heightened.
From behind me, Zenn's leg slides between mine, leaving me open and exposed to his hand caressing my upper thigh, right near my aching sex.
He grasps my chin, turning my head to claim my mouth in a exploring kiss.
Pulling back with a knowing smirk, he hums thoughtfully. "Do you feel better? Nice and relaxed?"
An actual growl escapes me when his fingers trail up and down the crease of my thigh and his other hand skims featherlight touches over my breast. Both are maddeningly close to where I need them.
The fucking prick laughs, opening me wider and pressing his hips into me, making sure I know exactly how hard he is.
Mouth next to my ear, he whispers, "Don't call me a liar again, Aly. I don't like it."
"When did I call you a liar?" I ask on a shaky exhale.
"When I tell you you’re beautiful, you will listen.
When I tell you your body is perfection, you.
Will. Listen." He grinds his cock against my wetness, the thin fabric of his undershorts the only barrier between us.
"When I tell you this is what you do to me, every fucking day, you will believe me. If I say it, I mean it. Understand?"
I nod then gasp when the pad of his thumb strokes my hypersensitive clit.
He chuckles, low and soft. "Oh, you didn't think I was done with you after only one orgasm, did you?
" Zenn gives me an arrogant grin. "I warned you I was going to take my time and I want at least two more, tonight.
" He shakes his head in mock disappointment, teasing that bundle of nerves again, sending a lash of pleasure through me.
Attempting a scowl, I turn my head to sink teeth into his neck, tangling my hand in his hair in an effort to ground myself.
"You want more too, don't you? Your hips are trying to chase every one of my strokes, and the way you're arching into my palm right now tells me certain parts of you are still needy, aching and empty, craving my touch, longing to be filled. Isn't that right?"
His hard cock grinds against my ass, and all I can think about is having him buried deep inside me.
When I don't answer, he pinches my clit, stoking a new wave of raw pleasure burning within me.
"Fuck. You," I pant, eyes fluttering shut as I try to focus on his words while his fingers torment the overstimulated bud, coaxing moans of agony and ecstasy from my lips. "Why?" I'm aware of how pathetic I sound, but I don't care. I've lost my mind entirely to this man.
"Let me see those pretty eyes, and I'll tell you," he commands.
I whimper, forcing them open, not breaking his heated gaze when he grinds himself into me again.
"Are you craving this, Aly? Your body's already answering me beautifully, but I want to hear it from your lips.
" Dipping his thumb inside me briefly, he collects the wetness and brings it up to trace over my open mouth, pressing hard on my lower lip and groaning, "These perfect pouty lips, always begging to be kissed.
You have no idea how many times I've imagined them worshipping my cock. "
There are no words left. I want him in my mouth, want to taste him like he tasted me. Like he's tasting me now, lapping at the slickness he anointed my mouth with, like he can't bring himself to share.
My gasp against his lips is raw when he pinches my clit again. "Please, Zenn. I can't."
"Yes, you can." Another hard pinch has me clenching around nothing.
"I know you're feeling sensitive, baby. But I need you drenched to take my cock the first time.
That's why. So let me hear you say it. Tell me you're aching to be filled.
Tell me you're craving my cock buried inside you, and I'll make you come, hard and fast, so I know you're ready to take all of me. "
It's futile trying to resist that tone I've already obeyed too many times tonight, so I look up and give him exactly what he wants. "Please, please fuck me. I need you inside me, now."
"Perfect. You're perfect." He rewards me by following through on his promise, sliding two fingers deep inside my core, curling them expertly to hit that spot and finally lavishing attention on my nipples, rolling, sucking, and biting until my climax hits with sudden force, sending a wild, all-consuming pleasure radiating to the very embers of my soul.
Zenn stays right there with me, deep, claiming kisses and languid strokes leading me through every burst of ecstasy until I'm a mindless, raging firestorm in his arms.