“Oh God!” She was so close.
She nearly raced over the edge of completion; she was that close, that sensitized.
She wanted to feel his tongue as she felt his fingers now. Licking over her, stroking her past reason.
“Let me touch you.” She breathed out roughly. “Let me go, Abram.”
“Not yet.” His teeth raked against her nipple. “Just take the pleasure, Paige. Just for a minute, sweetheart.”
It was too destructive. Being effectively bound, restrained, and touched with devastating results.
“I want to touch too,” she demanded roughly.
His fingers waited at the entrance of her sex, two broad, strong digits tucking against the clenched opening as she stilled. She stared up at him and fought to breathe as he began pushing inside the snug depths of her pu**y.
Her h*ps surged upward. The feel of his fingers stretching her, pushing inside her, would have had her screaming in violent pleasure if she could have just breathed.
As his fingers tormented her pu**y, thrusting in, stoking an erotic, blazing heat through it, Abram moved his lips to her other breast, found the tight peak of her nipple, and sucked it in.
The alternating sensations, the flashes of electric pleasure surged from her nipple to her cl*t with each draw of his mouth, from her pu**y to the rest of her body with each stroke of the two fingers inside her.
“Lick it,” she moaned, needing that particular stroke against her nipple. “Lick it, Abram, just a second.”
She wanted to come. She needed to come now.
Her h*ps arched and rotated, working her pu**y on his thrusting fingers as rapid, desperate cries fell from her lips.
His tongue licked over her nipple, rubbed it.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her head thrown back as her h*ps thrust into his f**king fingers.
“Do you like it, precious? Do you like my fingers f**king inside you? Filling your tight little pu**y?” His head lifted, his lips brushing the peak as his fingers stretched and burned her flesh.
With powerful, controlled thrusts his fingers reached inside her, stroking against nerve endings never touched, never pleasured before and sending her senses rioting. They scissored, stretched her, worked inside her. Blinding, elemental sensation tore through so many nerve endings it nearly sent her into sensory overload.
“More…” she cried out.
“More what, Paige?” He whispered against her lips as she dragged her lashes open to stare into the burning depths of his eyes.
“Your fingers,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder, Abram.” She arched, blinding pleasure searing her as she fought to find release. “Please. Please let me come.”
She was so close. The need to come was screaming through her now. Her h*ps jerked, grinding into each thrust, her thighs tightening on the powerful legs holding hers apart as his fingers tortured her.
So close.
She gasped, her breath catching. Whimpers fell from her lips, then a startled, agonizing cry as he pulled back.
Suddenly her wrists were free and before she could do more than cry out his name his shoulders were between her thighs, his mouth on her pu**y.
His tongue licked through the sensitive folds, the tip flicking and probing at her cl*t as she gasped, arched, and felt the flames rising inside her tortured pu**y.
If she didn’t come she was going to die from the need.
As his lips moved over her cl*t and surrounded it, his fingers slid against her entrance again, probing, rubbing, the two tormenting digits working inside the slick, juice-laden tissue.
A haze of blinding lust filled Abram’s head as his fingers worked inside the velvety tissue as it clamped tightly on his fingers.
Ripples washed over his fingers as the muscles tightened and spasmed on his flesh.