“Oh, my God,” she panted, finally able to open her eyes again. She tried to lean up on her arms, but she trembled so much that she simply fell back down.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, shocks of pleasure still racking her body.
Another wave of lust slammed into her as she watched Cedric rise from between her legs, and even though she was sure she was spent and nearly dehydrated, she felt another splash of wet heat coat her thighs.
Cedric’s hair was completely mussed by the way she’d fisted it into her hands as she had her second orgasm, making him look even more devilishly handsome somehow. Then she met his eyes and lost her breath all over again. Cedric’s eyes were hooded and black and full of need as they locked gazes. His plump, slightly parted lips and chin glistened with the proof of her release. In the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispered that she should be ashamed of the mess she had made on his face. Instead, she felt a strange and heady sense of power as she watched him slowly bring his forearm up to his mouth and clean the proof of her pleasure away.
“You made me a promise,” he panted, his deep voice raw with ache.
Yes, I did, and I intend to keep it.
“Show me,” she breathed, then boldly slipped her hand down between them. “Show me what to do.”
Cedric unleashed a throaty, tortured groan as her palm smoothed over the bulge in his trousers.
She had expected that.Hispleasure. What she had not expected was the rush of lust and power it made her feel as he groaned and quivered atop her. She smoothed her hand over him again, and this time she moaned with him, loving the way his manhood pulsed and grew under her touch.
“That’s the way,” he rasped, bucking his hips into her palm.
Growing bolder, Deborah slid her hands up to his trousers and freed the buttons at his hips. The cloth dropped away, and she used her thighs to smooth them down, over his chiseled backside and powerful thighs, until he was exposed from the waist down.
Deborah let her eyes drift down, and she gasped as his sex was revealed. Her mouth began to water as she took in his hard, thick length that stood out straight and proud. At his root sat a round sac that made her curious, and at the tip sat a flared, almost purple head that had clear droplets dribbling down his erection. What drew her eye the most, however, was the pulsing, thick vein that ran from tip to root.
“Eyes up here, darling.”
Deborah snapped out of her reverie at once, and as her gaze drew up to Cedric’s face, she found a devilishly handsome smirk.
“See what you do to me?” He asked, gripping her chin with a quickness that made her hiss in a breath.
Deborah swallowed, transfixed by all he made her feel.
“Does it hurt?” She asked.
Cedric’s answering chuckle was low and wicked.
“Oh, you have no idea the ache it causes me,” he rasped, massaging his grip over her chin, then down to her throat as his black eyes sparked with gold, “But you are going to relieve me, aren’t you, darling?”
Her shame completely gone, Deborah nodded quickly as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“Yes,” she breathed, then boldly wrapped her hand around his length and slowly began to pump.
Surprise sparked in Cedric’s eyes before they fluttered shut, and his head fell back as he unleashed another heady groan.
“Christ, you will be my undoing,” he murmured, his hips beginning to move in time with her hand.
Deborahsmiled,liking the idea of being his undoing.
She leaned up, emboldened by the new sense of power flooding through her veins, and she pressed her free hand to Cedric’s chest. He let her lead and shifted so that his back was pressed to the back of the sofa as she crawled down onto the floor and got on her knees. She watched her fisted hand draw slowly up his length, and felt another gush of wetness splash her inner thighs as she watched her efforts draw more of those crystal droplets from the tip of his cock.
Curious and bold, she leaned toward him and flicked her tongue over them, drawing them into her mouth. Cedric’s hips bucked at once as she lingered on his salty, masculine taste, nearly pushing his mushroomed head between her parted lips.
“Oh,God,Deborah!” Cedric hissed as his fingertips dug into the sofa.
She leaned back, smiling wickedly.
“Good? Or bad?”Shewas taunting him now- and she loved it.
“Good,” he panted, his head rolling back and forth over the back of the sofa, “Sogood.”