Princely Passions 2(97)

He sucks on my nipple, pulling it into his mouth as his fingers hold and squeeze my breasts. I run my hands through his hair, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes as I simply surrender to the moment. I pull him in hard, holding his head and forcing him to suck harshly on my nipples; he doesn’t complain, simply letting me take the lead as he twirls his tongue and licks me in a way that tells me that he knows how to put his tongue to good use.

Guided by that one thought, I start to push his head down, relishing at how it feels to have his lips all over me. His lips go from my nipples to the base of my breasts, and then down to my stomach and navel, only stopping when they reach the ruined threads of my dress hanging by my waist. He quickly takes care of it, grabbing at the fabric and pulling on it harshly against my hips. That ripping sound hits my ears again, my torn dress peeling off my body easily. Standing there only in my thong and heels, I can’t help but look down at him, my heart beating in ecstasy as he starts to kiss the skin right above my thong, his lips gently brushing over that sweet spot right before untanned skin lies.

With my back against the wall, I close my eyes again, my hands still disheveling his hair. I feel his lips kissing along the line of my thong, going over to my hip and then down to my legs. He cuts in then, slowly kissing my inner thigh as his fingers start to trace the contour of my scanty underwear. I have to fight against the urge to simply grab his hand and force him to touch me, to lay his finger harshly against my pussy and simply take control. But I don’t do it because with these maddeningly patient moves of his, he has my absolute surrender. His fingertips slide back and forth over my skin, gently feeling the wet fabric that covers me but never crossing the line, softly caressing my groin.

I can’t—I can’t hold on any longer. I thrust hard, bucking my hips at him in a desperate attempt to have him touch me. But he doesn’t let me take the lead: he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me against the wall as he resumes the soft stroking of his fingertips.

I moan, my whole body feeling like a coiled spring. We’ve barely done anything, but I already feel pleasure trapped inside of me, raging through my veins and yearning to escape, explode, and devastate all of my senses.

Maybe he wants me to beg, but if that’s the case, he’s going to have to wait a long time. I don’t beg. Ever. I never came across a man good enough to make me plead, and I don’t believe it will ever happen.

A shiver goes through me as he suddenly rests one finger over my pussy, running it down over my drenched thong. The pressure he applies on me is barely noticeable, but still enough to make my skin prickle with excitement. I half expect him to continue his teasing motions, but he surprises me once more; he grabs my thong, and with a strong and sudden movement, pulls it against the side of my thigh. The fabric rips open, and he simply throws it to the floor. Before I can even recover from that, he lunges at me, burying his face between my thighs.

Reacting by instinct, I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, angling myself so that he can easily fit his mouth against my pussy. I can’t help but moan as I feel his tongue circle my clitoris, his circular movements making my mind boil. I buck my hips at him, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he opens it wide, licking all the way down from my clitoris to my inner lips.

Time seems to dilate as he focuses on sucking my inner folds, his thumb pressed right above my clit. He starts to rub it, his fingertip tapping on me with the same cadence that his tongue uses to jab at my insides. Soon enough I’m panting, the fabric of reality stretching and giving way to a universe where the only thing that matters is unbridled pleasure.

I surrender to ecstasy, one loud scream clawing its way from my throat to my lips as my body jerks violently. I grab his hair harshly, still thrusting my hips at him as I come in a perfect way. Really, he has a gift. Most guys never could make me feel like this with their cocks, let alone with simply their mouths.

I yank on his hair as I reel from the orgasm, trying to push him out from between my thighs. I want to push him down onto the ground and climb on top of him like an animal in heat, our bodies simply an instrument of lust and sin, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he redoubles his efforts, licking me more ferociously. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he brushes his index finger over my inner lips and then, in a sudden movement, slides it all the way in like an hook. My body trembles as I feel him inside of me, his fingertip flying straight to that inner spot inside of me where electricity is kept—my G-spot. He strokes it softly, my body succumbing to the waves of pleasure that hit me at a relentless pace.