The knot of countless tingles inside me came undone upon his unerring tongue like a bolt. White silence corrupted my throat, a strange grasp of pleasure all over my body.
Yet, the strong strokes of his tongue continued flicking deep into me, the tender pain of his knuckles around my thighs splashing an intolerable and unyielding wave of voltage.
His whimpers now turned into hunger, surged a burn in my groin. But my crumbling body screamed for a respite.
My strengthless hand reached to his hair and yanked his insatiable mouth away. "That's it." I murmured, my throat so hoarse I couldn't recognize my own voice.
His heavy, igniting breaths mixed with mine was a magic I had longed to hear. Just a moment ago, he had delivered a pleasure, to which I'll travel again and again in times of despair. I knew my body and soul would not let him go until the hunger in me was no longer existential. It had found what it had been looking for. And now it wanted more.
My melted bones gathered themselves, I stood up, looming over him underneath my legs — the posture, and the desire in his eyes shot at the center of my heart, scratching the burn in my groin.
"Get up." The hunger had truly taken over me, my tone colored black — the kind which jittered even my bones.
He stood up like a mountain yet as fragile as flower petals against the touch of burning sun.
How could he look like that, act like that and be … like that?
My lungs scrunched as I breathed and shoved his enormous body on the mattress. A light whimper escaped his lips while my limbs moved on their own and crawled upon his prowling body – the sight of his frowning eyebrows over those darting, awaiting eyes and breaths trembling out of those plump, pink lips – a piece of meat for me.
I travelled from the course of his twitching body right to the point where everything froze – an inch from his lips. His cheeks were the color of a tender pink on the palate, the ocean in his eyes deeper for that distance, — calling for me.
A breath froze in my chest, a voice echoing in my ears — take him. A grumble pooled in my throat as my lips found what they have been looking for.
Our lips met like firecrackers to the sky while I sat on his abdomen, my fingers slipping into the back of his neck.
The inches between us collided, the warmth of his chest piercing through mine. His gentle grasp over my waist made my muscles wobbly, a chill sizzling up my spin as I inhaled through my nose and deepened the kiss.
Smooching sounds echoed in my ears, the only sound in that large room. My hands cupped his cheeks then slithered to his neck, wrapping around.
Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes under his messy hair looking straight into my eyes. "You won't leave me … right?"
Lightening cracked outside the window and rain began pouring, while the breath in my chest took a halt.
He did not have to say it, but the echoes of the fear in his chest boomed inside the room, deafening me.
Guilt took over me like I was standing in the cold rain for the first time, oblivious of the pain others suffered.
I had caused that – the pain in his eyes, the desperation in his fingers crushing against my waist. I was the reason.
Never in the million lives I would wish for anyone to feel that way — so similar to the void in my chest. Yet, it pleased me. I was a devil to feel that, to be the reason behind someone's agony, Being so important to someone that they feared being left behind.
I was bad. Anyone would say that. Even I would. But I wanted to be bad … for that while. I wanted to be as bad as I could.
Soaking my dry throat with a gulp, I whispered, "I'm not going anywhere," framing his face with my palms, the warmth of his skin reaching from the hold to my shoulders like sharp pulses.
What if I stringed his head a bit more, stringing him to the point where even I couldn't control his tears?
"Really?" Our eyes stayed in that electric pulse until I drove it around with a gentle peck to his nose, watching him melt under me like wax.
My lips moved to his cheeks instantly, hungry for the touch of his skin. He arched his neck as my lips trailed down at the curve of my neck, my tongue soaking his skin wet, down to his collarbone.
His hands instantly grabbed me by my shoulder, his lips whispering whimpers, a sweet candy for my ears.
My lips kissed down to his stomach, every inch of his body seducing me. My fingers sought after his buffy chest, my fingers tips jolting against the touch of his erected nipples.
I played with him, he whimpered with every twist and graze, while my lips kissed his abdomen, slithering down to his groin.
"Ma'am …" He whimpered. My eyes quickly followed the sweet sound. He was looking so tender against the mattress, his hands wrapped around my wrist, so warm that I could feel their grasp onto me.
A wish took place in my heart as my lips kissed beside his mounting and twitching heat — a wish to capture more of his beauty in my sight.
I crawled up, and pushed my thumb in his mouth. He wrapped his palm around my wrist while a warm grasp sucked my thumb, wet and slimy, tingling the warmth and wetness in between my legs.
My fingers, eager grazed the tip of his member inside his underwear, trigring a sweet jolt and wriger onto his hips and a sweet whimper.
"Do you like it?" I questioned while my fingertips traced his length from the bottom of it to the head.
"Yes." He whimpered.
"Speak with my thumb in your mouth." I ordered and asked again. "Do you like it?"
"Yefhs" He whimpered, his waist swinging to the rhythm of his whimpers.
"Good." I exhaled, the urge in me leading my fingers to cause a pressured graze upon his length. He was enormous.
Why hadn't I noticed it yet? Even under the layer of fabric, his member was huge, as I focused more upon it, tracing it with my nails, discarding his noises. Because the shape of it had caught me off guard.
"You're … huge." My eyes caught him stealing his gaze from me as if he'd heard the dirtiest thing ever.
I didn't say much, I just kept glancing at him, circling my fingertips around the tip of his twitching member, watching it pulse and slowly soak the underwear like his sweet noises soaked my ears with desire.
End Of The WIP
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