when you moan like that,” he growls, and then immediately attacks my pussy again.
His tongue goes into turbo mode now, flickering so quickly that all I can feel is the impression it makes against my sex, a constant thrumming as though the engine of a car is pressed up against me.
“Ahhh,” I moan, voice catching.
I hear the echo and think, through the delirious rising euphoria, Jesus, I’m letting go. Having a good time. I’m not trapped in my own head with anxiety and self-consciousness.
Then, somehow, his tongue moves even quicker and more dominating.
I squeeze the chassis until my palms burn and I push my ass even harder into his face, not ashamed anymore, riding the pleasure, riding him.
“Come,” he growls, panting heavily as his own lust rises. “Come. Cream. Now.”
His hand comes down on my ass cheek in a spank, not soft but not too hard either.
My moan shivers and then gets louder.
The sensation is a subtle sting of pleasure, adding to the chorus in my center.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I moan, the pressure almost at breaking point now, a balloon of ecstasy and heat ready to burst open and drench me, drench him.
“Good.”
He spanks me again, assailing my clit, his tongue pressed firmly and then—
I’m floating.
A balm moving through me, soothing every part, near-numbing if it wasn’t for the stinging closeness, getting closer…
An explosion.
Something tearing through me with jagged welcome claws.
I let out a gasp and then collapse back into the physicality of my body, every inch of me tingling as my legs tremble and dance with even more alacrity.
I’m screaming and I don’t give a damn, screaming until the tendons in my throat shift and ache, screaming as I grind up and down his mouth, my hole pulsing like a beat as I squirt into his mouth.
I feel it all gushing out of me, wave after wave of creamy release.
“G-god,” I gasp.
“It tastes so good,” he snarls, burying his face inside me again, licking, slurping greedily.
He’s drinking me.
That thought punches into me dirtily, the brute carnality of it causing me to start shivering all over again, a second shattering orgasm smashing into me right after the first one.
“Greedy little Sparkplug,” he growls, sliding his tongue inside of me now, the better to taste me with.
He fucks me with his tongue, sliding in and out of me, groaning deeply as I start to slide with the motion of his tongue.
Back and forth, I pulse, I freaking glimmer until all I can do is collapse forward and heave in frenetic breaths.
Saul wraps his arms around me, catching me, laying his body against my back, and then brings his mouth to my neck.
Kissing, nibbling, he turns me around and then stares firmly into my eyes, his mouth soaked with my release, his eyes wide and feral.
“Taste yourself,” he groans, leaning down to me. “Taste how tangy and perfect you are.”
I gasp as he presses his lips against mine, my own cream smearing over my lips, and then our tongues dance together and I do taste it, all of it, my womb and its tanginess.
It should repulse me, I know that.
But with Saul groaning like it’s the sexiest damn thing in the world, all I want to do is take pleasure from his pleasure.
He breaks off the kiss, leaning back to look at me.
“I need to feel that pussy,” he moans. “I need to feel it wrapped around my cock. You’ve got no idea how crazy you make me.”
“I …”
I want to. But I can’t. I’m just going to disappoint you.
All the nerves that were muted beneath the noise of the pleasure come surging back.
My heartbeat ricochets around my chest, and I let my gaze fall.
“Sadie, what’s wrong?” Saul asks, smoothing his hands up to my face, bracing my cheeks, guiding me so that we’re once again looking into each other’s eyes. “Is it—”
“No, not just that,” I interrupt, not wanting to hear her name after what we just did, even if we both know that’s what he was going to ask. “There’s something else. Something I probably should have told you.”
He nods slowly. “Okay then.”
I open my mouth to tell him but find that there’s a blockage inside of me.
“Can we go somewhere else?” I murmur. “This place is really awesome, but it feels a bit, I don’t know, clinical?”
“Of course,” he says, sliding his hand down my arm, every touch causing an answering sizzling sensation that screams at me to put my anxiety aside.
Just freaking do it here.
“Come on,