Punctured, Bruised, and Barely Tattooed(58)

He wasn’t done with the torment, though. She felt a finger touch the inside of her knee of the leg that touched the ground, and he traced a line up, stopping just inches away from where she really wanted to feel him. Then she felt him breathe against the side of her other knee until his lips touched the flesh there, and he kissed his way toward her pussy.

She felt it clench once more against nothing. She knew she’d never been this wet before—it was impossible to ignore, and she wondered if he would be able to tell. The closer his lips got to the target, the slower he seemed to move until she began to wonder if he was going to torment her to death. Just when she was ready to snap, he felt his tongue against her. She couldn’t quite tell where, because everything was overly sensitive at this point. He shifted under her leg, causing her to spread wider, and he braced her to keep her steady, his arm underneath the thigh of the leg that was draped over his shoulder, his hand resting on her back. The fingers of his other hand he brought to her underside, and he gently spread her folds further apart.

He began a maddening circular motion, almost as though he were intentionally avoiding her clit. His tongue was hitting everything except that target but, God, it felt amazing. A low groan made its way up her throat and she didn’t give a fuck about his rules anymore. She wound her fingers through his hair as though to hold on for dear life. He moved his tongue slowly and didn’t pause or change his rhythm when she grabbed his mane. Instead, it felt like he was on a mission, and maybe that mission was to drive her to insanity by overstimulation without release.

Oh, but something was happening.

God, yes, she was getting closer, but it was a slow, delicious climb. It was prolonged and the build was intense. If she’d been in her right mind at that point, she might have compared it to walking. A regular build to climax was much like a walk up a hill—sometimes that hill was deceiving, with the apex a little farther off than expected, but once she hit it, it was amazing. This, though…holy hell. This was like scaling a fourteener, and the rewards were going to be unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She knew it. The climb alone was unlike anything she’d experienced before.

And just as she started relishing each circle he made below, feeling her body tighten and prep itself for what was sure to come, Stone switched it up, and she could at last feel his tongue lashing against her clit. She would have thought that would have been all she could take, but instead her body was now conditioned to take the ongoing torment, and she knew then that she had a little longer to go to reach the summit. What little was left in the rational part of her brain decided to enjoy it and she tried to relax, focusing on the incredible sensations Stone was creating. She was almost panting by that point, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, but all her focus was on the feelings below.

That was when it hit her—hard, slow, intense…

earthshaking

…and it seemed to have no end. Stone kept it up, too, not changing the intensity or speed or direction. Slow, steady focus.

When she started coming down from her orgasm, she felt her leg quivering, her muscles fatigued, and Stone stood, helping her lie back on the bed. Without a word, he unzipped his jeans and sheathed his cock in a condom. “You ready for more?”

Kory grinned at him. “I think I might die, but yeah.”

He smiled and entered her. At first, it was a pleasant sensation, and having his hot body pressed against hers was always a treat. But soon after, her body began to delight in new waves of pleasure, as though it had no idea how to respond anymore—it could only feel bliss when Stone touched her. It was another long, intense orgasm that rocked her from extremities to core, leaving her feeling shaken and spent, exhausted, and it was only when she was drifting down that she realized Stone was coming too.

For several long minutes, they just lay on the bed, holding each other, quiet in the afterglow. Kory knew at that moment that she had never felt that close to anyone else—not that connected, loved, or adored—and she didn’t think she’d ever felt those emotions toward someone either. Stone had become her entire world in those few moments, and she never wanted to let him go.

She wasn’t sure if she’d actually drifted off to sleep or had just come close to it, but she stirred when she felt Stone brushing the hair off her forehead with a finger. This time, his soft touch wasn’t building her to a mind-bending crescendo; instead, it was filled with a tenderness to rival a mother’s for her newborn infant and a love so intense she didn’t know that she’d be able to bear the pressure.

She was going to try, though, and she tilted her head, forcing her eyes open. She thought it might be like lying in the summer heat for an afternoon and then opening her eyes to see the intensity of the sun’s rays. Oh, his gaze was strong, but it was so infused with love that he gave her the strength she needed. On impulse, she brought her hand up and stroked his cheek, still gazing in his eyes. She couldn’t find words, though, no matter how hard she tried, and she hoped her eyes could say what she couldn’t.