My heart begins to race, and the realization of what I’ve done starts slamming into me like a freaking freight train. I swallow hard. There is a lump in my throat, and I try to make it go down, but it’s stuck there, so my words come out in a raspy whisper.
“I’m here.”
He hums as he continues on his way toward me, and then he climbs into the bed, and I feel the need to lie back on the pillow as he shifts his body not only forward but also hovering above me.
Reaching up, I curl my fingers around his biceps, holding on to him. His eyes are so dark that they look like black coffee as he peers down at me. My breath hitches, mainly because I don’t know what’s happening, and I begin to tremble with anticipation.
“Paul,” I croak.
Instead of telling me to be quiet or acting annoyed by my calling his name, he lowers his head, and my breath hitches. His mouth is so close to mine, almost touching his lips to my own, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he moves down the bed, his body staying in contact with mine the entire way.
What he didn’t know is that I’m naked. I had nothing to wear to bed. I washed my panties in the sink after I took a shower, and they’re drying in the bathroom. I try to pull him up, not sure what’s going on, but I don’t think we’re going to do…that.
I don’t even know him.
But when he disappears beneath the comforter, his lips slide across my lower belly, and when a moan rumbles in my chest,escaping my lips, I realize that my body is going to let him do whatever.
It’s ready.
Maybe I’m ready, too.
Then I feel his lips just above my mound, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. His fingers gently grip the insides of my thighs, and my legs spread. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But before I can say or do anything to stop him, I feel his mouth between my legs.
Right. There.
Pressing my lips together, I lift my hips without even thinking about it. My body moves of its own volition. His tongue flattens, sliding through my folds, then he sucks on my clit. I can’t remember the last time someone was between my legs, but even if I could remember, I don’t think it could compare.
I arch my back, and my brain completely short-circuits. His tongue works between my legs, slipping inside me, fucking me the way his cock would. I don’t know if this is supposed to be a precursor of what’s to come…. but if it is, I’m here for it.
Planting my feet in the bed, I lift my hips, my legs opening a bit wider to give him every inch of access I can possibly give him. Closing my eyes, I whimper when his tongue circles my clit and he sucks, then flicks his tongue there.
My breathing comes out in heavy pants as I rise higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue. He shifts from my clit to my center and back. My head moves from side to side. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to do this. I feel like I’m about to claw my skin off.
I need to come.
Reaching between my legs, I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and then I ride his face. I feel his hands grip my ass cheeks before he lifts my hips and holds me there. To his face, to his mouth, so he can drink me in.
Oh.My. God.
Then it happens. The buildup is so huge that I wonder if the release is going to be less than exhilarating. Sometimes when I’m touching myself, it drops off even when I think it’s going to be amazing and huge.
But then he does something with his tongue. I don’t know what it is, a flick, a swirl, something, and then it happens. I pull his hair, moving his face closer. I come. Warmth flows throughout my entire body.
My pussy squeezes as the orgasm consumes me. It is hard and fast but lasts so goddamn long. I can’t believe this is real. Every muscle in my body clenches, then tightens and freezes as he continues to lick me until there is nothing left of me… I’m boneless.
Then I feel his lips touch my inner thigh before he moves up my body. Only when his face is directly in front of mine does my lazy, hazy mood instantly vanish. He’s going to want more. My eyes widen, and panic sets in.
“I’m not going to fuck you until we’re married, baby.”
His words come out in a whisper, and my whole body shivers. “I didn’t bring you anything to wear, and I’m sorry about that, but it was so fucking worth it.”
Then, before I can say anything, he tilts his head to the side, and his mouth is on mine. His kiss isn’t hard; it’s chaste. He doesn’t deepen it. Then he shifts back slightly, his lips twitching into a smile, and he rolls off me and stands beside the bed.
“I’ll get you a shirt to sleep in and some clothes for the next few days.”
Without a word, he’s gone. A few moments later, he walks back into the room with a folded-up black T-shirt. He places it on the bed next to me, his eyes searching mine. He doesn’t say anything else, though. Instead, he turns his back on me and walks away.
I watch him go, wondering what the hell just happened and also smiling because it felt that great. But my smile fades almost instantly. Viking. That should have been him between my legs.