“I can’t get enough of you,” she confessed, arching her back. “What’re you doing to me?”
I parted her vulva with my tongue once more, my drool mixing with her juice.
“Oh, God, yes.” She lifted her waist a bit higher. “Just fuck me already/ I can’t take it anymore.”
Her moans were music to my ears, the very force driving me insane. I drew the infinity symbol over and over again on her clit, my tongue moving rapidly.
“Please…” she cried out, legs shaking in the air. “Take me already. Fuck me.”
Not yet.
I wanted her to lose all sense of control.
I wanted to unleash that lioness chained inside her. The only way to do so was to keep eating, starving her of what shecraved. That insatiable hunger would eventually birth the result I was waiting for.
“Uh—ahhh—uhh…” she moaned, her cries rising by the second.
The more she tried to pull away, the more I held her back in place.
Her face was contorted in sheer pleasure, her eyes rolling backward. She bucked her hips high off the mattress in an attempt to douse the sensation coursing through her.
Her mouth was open, but no sound was produced. Her body was shaking, and her grip on the sheets was tighter than before.
“You’re gonna make me come!”
Good.
Very good.
I continued doing what I did best.
I ate.
My flicking tongue inside her suddenly noticed the change in the temperature. Not only that, but I could also taste her water, and it was getting warmer by the second.
“God, I’m coming!” she announced, her palm rapidly rubbing her clitoris. “I’m coming, Artur!”
Yes, come for me. Come for Daddy!
Then, she did.
She cried out, bucking those hips much higher as her dam shattered. She kept rubbing her clit as fast as she could, her face twisted in ecstasy.
Water gushed out, squirting uncontrollably.
The liquid was warm against my face and juicy in my mouth. Her body stiffened, her cries reduced to low whimpers. After the fleeting excitement, she fell back on the bed. Panting. Gasping for breath.
Her legs were shaking, her heaving chest slick with sweat. Her fingers clutched the sheets while biting them tightly like an anchor as her whole body trembled.
The shaking was violent. But momentary.
Not long after, she regained control, her eyes meeting mine with awe and a hint of something more. Something I had yet to understand.
Tonight was about her, and she seemed satisfied. For now, at least. I was certain that after some rest, we’d go multiple rounds again before sunrise.
I slid into bed, and she settled into my arms, her head resting on my chest. I threw one leg over my thighs, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on my skin.
As we lay in the silence of the room, I held her close, knowing I’d do anything in my power to protect her. Not just because she was carrying my baby. But because I wanted to.