Frozen(53)

"Move your hands away from your face and I'll show you exactly what I mean."

I shuddered, and went against every fibre in my body. I removed my hands from my face and looked down.

I looked down to Darcy and licked my lips when he patted his hands against my knees. I looked at my legs and cringed, they were locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I released the tension in both legs and let Darcy spread them apart. I focused on my breathing when he lay down flat on his stomach and had his face at vagina level.

Bare vagina level.

"Omigod," I mumbled.

Darcy looked up at me and then back to my vagina were he lightly blew on me.

I hissed, "Darcy."

He hummed. "You're clean shaven," he commented.

I swallowed. "I get waxed."

Waxing was a personal preference for me. I didn't like hair anywhere on my body except on my head.

"I like it," Darcy murmured then leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the top of my slit before trailing his tongue down over my tender lips.

"Don't be scared, baby. You will enjoy this, trust me."

I did trust him.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"Eyes on me. Watch what I do to you."

I nodded my head, again.

I watched as Darcy hooked his arms under my legs and placed his hands spread out over my hips. I felt the move open my lips and fully spread them apart to reveal the most intimate part of my body. Darcy applied pressure to my hips and held me in place. I didn't know why because I wasn't going to move even if I wanted to - I was frozen.

I widened my eyes when Darcy pushed my legs open as wide as they would go with his shoulders. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his head and snaked his tongue out. He placed his tongue on me and licked from my entrance up to my clit.

Oh, fuck.

I gasped and bucked up against Darcy's mouth, but the lower half of my body didn't move because Darcy had a tight hold of me. I looked to Darcy with hooded eyes when he growled.

"So sweet," he said before he put his tongue back on me.

This time it wasn't one long lick, it was an assault from his tongue on my clit. I wanted to come up off the bed with the incredible new sensations that racked throughout my body. I've touched myself before and brought myself great pleasure, but Darcy's tongue was so much better than my fingers. I reached down at buried my hands in Darcy's hair and tugged. He hissed against me and nipped at my clit with his teeth in response to my hair pulling.

I screamed at the unexpected sensation of mixed pain and pleasure and pushed my head back into the mattress of the bed. I looked up at the ceiling and focused on it. I tried to think of anything and everything except what Darcy's tongue was doing to me and how it made me want to growl in satisfaction. Any chance of distraction failed because one thing I couldn't escape from was the feeling of Darcy's mouth on me, and what his mouth was doing to my body.

I licked my lips and whimpered when sharp shocks of pleasure zinged from my clit. I pushed my pelvis up into Darcy's face, he responded by sucking my clit into his mouth and shaking his head from left to right. I held my breath for a moment, but when the hot pulses of pleasure became too much I tried to crawl up the bed and away from Darcy's tongue.

"Too much!" I screamed. "Ah, it's too much!"

Darcy ignored my cries and bore down on my clit and licked and sucked at the bundle of nerves until my hips involuntary bucked against his face and my back arched. I groaned in pleasure as I fisted the bed sheets in my hands. Fire spread from my clit down my thighs and straight up to my lower stomach were an explosion of delight took hold of me.

My mouth hung open, my breathing halted and my eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

I felt Darcy move his mouth away from me, and when he jumped off the bed and moved around to his dresser. I heard him open the dresser and then the faint crinkling sound.

I knew it was a condom packet without opening my eyes.

I was so nervous, but my body still hummed with little aftershocks of pleasure so I was pretty chilled as I lay on Darcy's bed spread eagle. I heard a whooshing sound as fabric hit the floor then a creak as Darcy climbed back onto the bed.

I opened my eyes when he ran his hand up my thighs and moved between them. He reached forward with his hand and touched his thumb against my very sensitive clit and I cried out. He choose that moment to line himself up against me, he trust forward a few times and each time the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. I bucked and groaned.

"Neala," Darcy whispered.

I opened my eyes and the moment I made eye contact with Darcy, he thrust forward. I bit my lip with the discomfort. I looked down and even though there was minimal lighting in the room I saw he wasn't fully inside me.

Oh, Christ.