As his fingers tormented her pussy, thrusting in, stoking an erotic, blazing heat through it, Abram moved his lips to her other breast, found the tight peak of her nipple, and sucked it in.
The alternating sensations, the flashes of electric pleasure surged from her nipple to her clit with each draw of his mouth, from her pussy to the rest of her body with each stroke of the two fingers inside her.
“Lick it,” she moaned, needing that particular stroke against her nipple. “Lick it, Abram, just a second.”
She wanted to come. She needed to come now.
Her hips arched and rotated, working her pussy on his thrusting fingers as rapid, desperate cries fell from her lips.
His tongue licked over her nipple, rubbed it.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her head thrown back as her hips thrust into his fucking fingers.
“Do you like it, precious? Do you like my fingers fucking inside you? Filling your tight little pussy?” His head lifted, his lips brushing the peak as his fingers stretched and burned her flesh.
With powerful, controlled thrusts his fingers reached inside her, stroking against nerve endings never touched, never pleasured before and sending her senses rioting. They scissored, stretched her, worked inside her. Blinding, elemental sensation tore through so many nerve endings it nearly sent her into sensory overload.
“More…” she cried out.
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“More what, Paige?” He whispered against her lips as she dragged her lashes open to stare into the burning depths of his eyes.
“Your fingers,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder, Abram.” She arched, blinding pleasure searing her as she fought to find release. “Please. Please let me come.”
She was so close. The need to come was screaming through her now. Her hips jerked, grinding into each thrust, her thighs tightening on the powerful legs holding hers apart as his fingers tortured her.
So close.
She gasped, her breath catching. Whimpers fell from her lips, then a startled, agonizing cry as he pulled back.
Suddenly her wrists were free and before she could do more than cry out his name his shoulders were between her thighs, his mouth on her pussy.
His tongue licked through the sensitive folds, the tip flicking and probing at her clit as she gasped, arched, and felt the flames rising inside her tortured pussy.
If she didn’t come she was going to die from the need.
As his lips moved over her clit and surrounded it, his fingers slid against her entrance again, probing, rubbing, the two tormenting digits working inside the slick, juice-laden tissue.
A haze of blinding lust filled Abram’s head as his fingers worked inside the velvety tissue as it clamped tightly on his fingers.
Ripples washed over his fingers as the muscles tightened and spasmed on his flesh.
“Abram.” She moaned his name, the need in her voice pushing the blinding haze of lust higher and ripping at the control he was fighting to hold onto. “It’s so good. Your fingers…” Her hips lifted and flexed into each thrust he worked inside the gripping flesh.
Damn, she was hot. Her pussy clamped and sucked at his fingers, as he imagined his cock buried inside the snug, fist-tight flesh.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, desperation filling her voice. “Please, Abram, fuck me. Make me come.”
For a second, just a few fragile seconds, he lost his grip on his control.
He sucked her clit tighter into his mouth, his tongue working it, licking against it as his fingers began to thrust deeper, harder, feeling her tighten, then a second later, feeling her explode.
It was the most incredible sensation for him.
Never while pleasuring a woman had he spilled himself to the sheets simply from his lover’s pleasure, but as Paige’s pussy tightened on his fingers with a strength that had him groaning at the thought of it wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t hold back.
As she came, her flesh rippling and clenching, he let his fingertips stroke a tiny spot deep and high inside her pussy, extending her climax and the shudders of release.
With each hard jerk of her body he let her ease down. Slowly, because he wanted to relish it. Drawing it out, because the thought of letting her go was suddenly abhorrent.
Paige’s eyes were open, unseeing, dazed. All she was aware of, all she could process was the hard, brilliant flashes of light and pleasure rippling through her. It burned, exploded in flashing points of ecstasy that had her tightening to the breaking point.
She could feel every nerve ending in her body sizzling, burning in rapture.
She gasped, fighting to pull oxygen into her lungs as throaty, ecstatic moans escaped her throat.
She had never known herself to make such sounds. She had never known such pleasure or that pleasure could be so destructive and yet so filled with satisfaction.