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He gets up and slowly walks around the bed, letting his fingers trail over my body as he does.
“There we go. Much better,” he says, as he spreads my legs and begins massaging my thighs.
His thumbs slide just past the place where I need them to touch me, and I buck my hips up hoping he’ll touch me where I’m desperate for him to.
“Not yet. But you’re doing so well, Enya. I love how responsive you are to me. I love how wet you are,” he says, his voice becoming a growl as he massages his way down my legs. It does feel good, but it’s not where I need him to touch me.
He works his way down to my feet, massaging them, before working his way back up again. This time, when his hands slide just past my throbbing pussy, I whimper, ready to beg if
necessary.
“Please, Christian,” I say.
“Do you
you need to come, Enya?” he asks, his voice the epitome of control.
“Yes, please. I need to come,” I beg.
“You’ve been so good tonight. I think I should reward you. Do you think so too?”
“Yes. Yes, I was very good. I told you I learned my lesson,” I say, feeling desperate.
The moment he slides his fingers over my clit, my body explodes. I snatch the pillow from beside me and slam it onto my face as I scream, my body convulsing with the strength of the
orgasm.
“You are so fucking responsive to me,” he growls and then his fingers are replaced with his warm mouth. He begins licking and sucking my clit greedily. He pushes my legs apart, holding them down while he pushes me back up the cliff of pleasure, making me scream again as my body jerks against his mouth.
“You can hold on to me if you need to,” he growls.
I pull the pillow aside and let go of the blanket, sliding my hands into his hair as he feasts on me. The careful control from before is gone. What’s left is a ravenous man who can’t seem to
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get enough of me any more than I can get enough of what he’s giving me.
I hold him against me as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body, only to explode once again when he slides a finger inside me and begins pumping it in and out.
“Christian,” I cry, before slapping a hand over my mouth.
He growls, devouring me as he laps up my arousal. I feel the stretch when he slides another finger inside me, followed quickly by yet another orgasm.
I have no idea how long he feasts on me, nor how many orgasms I’ve had by the time he finally pulls off me. All I know is that when he’s done, I can’t move. My body is still flickering with aftershocks from so many orgasms.
I feel Christian get off the bed, but I can’t move.
I hear the water in the bathroom, but I still can’t move.
Then, he’s back, lifting me in his arms.
“Did you still want to sleep in my bed?” he asks, his voice deep and dark with desire.
I nod.
“Good, ” he growls before pulling down the sheets, laying me in them, then curling up behind me. I was asleep before I felt him pull the blanket over us.
Christian
It happened again. I got fucking drunk on Enya’s taste. Who am I kidding? It’s not just her taste, it’s her scent, the little sounds she makes as she comes, the feel of her body contracting around my fingers and yeah, her fucking delicious taste that I could feast on long enough that it might kill us both.
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