A split second later, he lowered his head and took the breast in his mouth.
I moaned softly.
The chill of his tongue on my nipple sent waves of ecstasy crashing through me. My muscles contracted as his hands began to climb up my legs.
The feeling was sensational.
As he ascended, the hem of my dress rose, revealing my thighs and toned skin. He threw one hand upward and found my neck while the other settled on my underpants.
“Oh, my God.” My eyes rolled backward, my voice trembling.
He ran fingers along my panties before sliding in through the side. My body stiffened at his touch, my thighs brushing against each other. He wrapped his fingers around my neck, choking me just enough to make me want more.
I dipped my hand inside his pants and withdrew his stick, hard and veiny. The more I stroked his length, the longer it stretched.
He lifted me into the air, walked over to the table by the window, and set me down on it. I threw my hands around him, my heartbeat steadying by the minute. His palms caressed my thighs for a moment before pulling down my panties.
I gripped the edge of the table and bit my lower lip. I watched him go down on his knees as he parted my legs. He dipped his head between my thighs and inhaled the scent of my arousal.
My pulse was racing, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. I tightened my grip around the edge of the table, waiting in anticipation as he admired my flower.
Artur glanced up at me, stuck out his tongue, and licked through my folds.
My toes curled in ecstasy, my heart hammering loudly. A cold shiver sprinted down my spine, prompting my face to contort in pleasure.
“Artur,” I moaned his name, my voice barely above a whisper.
My hand flew into my hair as my eyes rolled backward in sheer pleasure. He held my thighs in place while eating, his head tilting slightly like he was enjoying it. I knewIwas.
He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over my throbbing clit while simultaneously brushing his thumb along my wet entrance.
I moaned, the storm outside helping drown out my soundtracks. The more he ate, the more I tried to pull away. However, on each attempt, he’d pull me back and hold my thighs in place.
“It’s so good,” I confessed, basking in the ecstasy of his mouth on my cunt. “It’s so fuckin’ good.”
A part of me was certain I would regret this later. But for the time being, I was going to enjoy the moment to the fullest.
I reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair while pressing his head deeper. My emotions were heightened, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I wanted more.
He ate. And ate. And ate.
I arched my back, my lips parted in a silent scream as his tongue explored the depths of my pussy. He knew what he was doing: where to touch, when to touch, and how to touch me. The man was clearly an expert in the anatomy of a woman’s body.
The sensation from his touch took me to places I never thought possible. The feeling was so overwhelming that my heart almost exploded out of my chest.
My moans grew louder and more ferocious the minute he began paying more attention to my clit. Being the attentive man that he was, he noticed the change in my body language and my breathing.
He glanced at me, as though he’d just realized where his tongue should be. At least for the next few minutes. I liked how he got the message without making me beg for it.
Artur stayed on my clit, moving his tongue in circles and flicking it more rapidly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried, pressing his head deeper between my legs. “Right there. Just like that.”
He kept going, doing exactly what I wanted.
I threw my head backward, stray strands framing my face as I let out a series of soft purrs. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”