But the devil teased me. He taunted. Leaving his clothing on, he bent over me and flicked his tongue across one nipple. Then, he moved to the other, closing his teeth around the sensitive area and jerking his mouth up until I yelped in ecstasy.
“Where should I touch you next?” He bit down over the curve of my breast down my belly, hard enough to leave a trail of teeth marks as he lowered himself down my body. “Here?” He thrust his tongue into my navel, and I writhed as intense shock waves rolled through me.
He slid to kneel on the floor, wrapped his hands around my calves, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “Or how about I touch you here?” He brushed across my clit with the tip of his nose, and my thighs clenched.
“Don’t worry, Blue Eyes. I’ll spend plenty of time touching you here. But first…” He inhaled deeply, his lip curving up into a naughty grin. “I could bottle your scent. Wear it as cologne.”
“You’re so dirty,” I grated, enraptured with how he sprinkled filth over his romantic odes. It was a brilliant technique – extending my torture, giving me vulgarity like footholds to keep me climbing toward our final destination.
With his eyes pinned to mine, he stuck out his tongue, slowly, deliberately drawing out the anticipation before flicking it across the head of my clit. Pleasure zapped down my legs and throughout my lower belly like an electrical storm, and I bit my lip to keep from bursting.
My response seemed to delight him. He stroked a thumb down my seam, gazing at it with admiration. “I’d never thought I was fit to glimpse heaven until I put my head between your thighs.” Circling the rim of my cunt with his thumb, he licked across my clit again. And again. “The taste of you should be forbidden. It’s the fruit that causes gods to war.”
“God. Reeve.” It was excruciating how he drew it out, how he lapped at me leisurely, while his fingers explored farther inside my hole, never hitting the spot where I wanted him most.
He wanted me to tell him, I was sure. Tell him exactly where to stroke, tell him how hard to press and how fast to go. “There,” I urged when his touch got closer. “Almost, almost.”
I was so close, too, and I wouldn’t come until he got there, until he caressed me just so.
Except I was wrong. Because he never got right to the spot, the spot that I knew he had memorized better than I did, and his tongue never did more than tease, and yet I fell over the edge, my orgasm nudging through me at a snail’s pace. It was almost more affliction than relief, the way it never quite exploded, the way he never let it fully end.
“Good girl,” he praised me, trailing his fingers to the rim of my other hole. Using my moisture to ease their entry, he pushed into me, two digits at once. At the same time, he plunged his tongue into my pussy, again only brushing near the most sensitive spot of my vaginal wall.
It was overwhelming – the orgasm that plodded along without resolve, the increase in sensation from both areas at once. I whimpered and tried to pull away, but Reeve put his free hand on my belly to hold me in place.
He continued to torment me like that for several long minutes. Or maybe it was hours, time was lost to me in that state of suspended bitter bliss. I threw my head back in agony. Eventually, he moved his hand from my torso, and I felt him shifting. I lifted my neck and found him wrestling with his bottoms, pulling them down so he could stroke himself while he fucked my cunt and ass with his fingers and his mouth. The sight was so hot, so arousing, and when he added a third finger to my tighter hole, I exploded, coming so hard that my legs and arms and neck muscles all strained and shook.
Still he kept up the punishment.
I wriggled away, unable to bear it. When he grabbed my hip to stop me, I turned inward, to my belly, trying to close myself off in whatever way possible.
Immediately, he pulled his face and hand away, and smacked me hard across my ass cheek. “You aren’t done until I say you are,” he said so gruffly, so brutally it made my insides dissolve.
Gripping my thighs, he twisted me to my knees and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. His mouth found my cunt again, and this time he added his fingers to hit my G-spot, instantly spiking my orgasm up even higher, higher than I’d thought possible, until I was crying and drowning in ecstasy.
He brought me down slowly, gently, easing up with his attack little by little until he’d wrenched out every last bit of my climax.
“This isn’t all,” he said behind me, almost apologetically as he rubbed the cheek he’d spanked. “It will be easier on you if you tell me how to touch you next.”
I didn’t think I could stand to be touched anymore at all. My body was fire and ice all at once, a ball of sensation that flared with the slightest aggravation. Exhaustion pulled at the edges of consciousness and, if he had let me, I would have succumbed to it without a second thought.
But I knew he wouldn’t let me go yet. And, as sure as I was that I couldn’t take anymore, I was also sure he wouldn’t be happy until he’d annihilated every part of my being.
So, with my face pressed against the bed and my ass in the air, I picked my poison. “Touch me with your cock. Put it inside me.” Because I knew he’d demand a more specific location, I clarified. “My cunt. Put it inside my cunt.”
“My girl,” he said, scooting me forward. The weight of the bed shifted as he climbed behind me and thrust his cock inside.
He wasn’t as relaxed as he’d been with his mouth, but his tempo was more moderate than it could have been. I sighed into the bed, grateful that he’d taken me this way, from behind, where I could let the emotional connection between us fade away and simply enjoy being used. Enjoy him, the length of him, the pressure of him, how full he felt inside me.