His appreciative groan as he suckles me fires me up even higher. Until a deeper hum of a camera impinges my consciousness. I stiffen.
He stills, releases my nipple. “You’re going to have to stop doing that, Lucky.”
“I can’t help it. I can hear them moving.”
“A few of them are programmed to track my motion. You’ll have to get used to them.” He catches my stiff peak in between his fingers.
I gasp. “I’ll…try.”
“You’ll do more than try. I don’t want you tensing up when I fuck you.”
He replaces his fingers with his tongue and flicks a straining nub several times. My breath ruffles out and ends in a tiny scream.
Q continues to lick and squeeze my breasts as he trails his fingers down my shuddering midriff and stomach. “Open your legs. Unless I say otherwise, when you’re with me, I want to see your pussy at all times. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
He trails lower, then pauses to caress my bare pussy for a spell, before he slides his hands between my legs. I’m wet and hot.
“Jesus. You’re exquisite.” One finger slides inside. My snug, greedy flesh closes around his digit. “And fucking tight.”
He latches onto one breast as he slowly eases his finger back and forth. Within minutes, I’m back on the brink. He increases the tempo of the friction between my legs, his thumb mercilessly circling my clit.
At the back of my mind, it registers that besides his mouth and his fingers, my body hasn’t connected with any part of his. I’m about to experience my second orgasm—subject to imminent permission sought and received—from a man whose face and body are still alien to me.
The thought is demolished beneath the juggernaut of my lust. Even the sounds of the cameras recede as I gallop towards my blissful end. “Q, may I come?”
“I want to make you wait. But I’m dying to fuck this amazing body of yours.”
“Is that…permission?” I gasp as I try to hold on.
“What do you think?”
I shake my head. “Please. I don’t want to guess. Tell me.”
“Fucking hell, every inch of you is addictive. Come, Lucky.”
My mind stops functioning. Every instinct is arrowed between my legs as pure sensation takes over. It’s a full minute before I realize the keening sound in the room is from my throat. He continues to alternatively tease and lick my nipples until my convulsions quiet to tiny tremors.
Then he drops a kiss between my breasts. “Beautiful.”
A small frown forms because the compliment sounds almost regretful. As if a precious thing is already losing its shine.
I give a small groan when his finger slides out of me. Then my frown gives way altogether when he moves and I feel the brush of his thigh against mine for the first time.
You’re warm,” I blurt stupidly.
A low laugh. “Did you imagine me otherwise?”
“The…your voice,” I whisper.
“You’ve felt my hands. My mouth. You’re about to feel a whole lot more of me. Enough to know I’m not a robot.”
“Can I…will I see you?”
“Not yet, firecracker. Tonight I just want you to feel me.”
I wonder at the rationale behind that, but I deem it wise not to question it. He adjusts himself next to me, and I really feel him for the first time. As I imagined through all those meetings, his body is chiseled, hard from chest to thigh. In between, the thickness of his cock registers against my leg. Without sight, I can’t guess accurately at its size, but the length is enough to make me miss a breath.#p#分页标题#e#
One hand caresses my bound hands. My lower arms. Elbows. Armpit. When his hand trails down my side, I jerk a little. I sense him pause, file the action away, before he continues. It’s dawning on me with astonishing alarm how quickly he can take me from sensible woman to quivering mess.
His impatient hand parts my thighs, and I realize I squeezed them shut again after my second orgasm. I let my legs fall open.
“Wider,” he growls.
I comply.
He makes a rough sound beneath his breath and leaves my side. In the next instant, he’s kneeling between my legs, each ankle in his intractable hold. I’m yanked wider open, my legs pushed back at the knees. I’m bound and wide open to him and there’s nowhere to hide. I swallow and go with it because I have no choice. When the camera tracking his move whirs, I struggle not to visibly cringe.
I feel him staring at me. Between my legs. My breath grows increasingly choppy as he remains silent for an eternity.
Eventually, his breathing gruff, he releases one ankle.
The head of his cock brushes my soaked heat. Up and down a few times before he slaps his heavy girth against me. That’s the first inkling I get of Q’s size.