Tease (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies 3)

“It’s something. But that part of my life feels blank, like it’s waiting to be filled with something.”

“What do you think the something will be?”

“I don’t know. I’m going from one day to the next, one hour to the next. Right now, I’m stuck on you. I’m here with you at The Dark Odyssey in this fantasy, and I don’t want to leave.”

I cup his face although reality threatens to seep into my mind. “Don’t. Remember the fantasy lasts until the sun comes up. It’s still dark. We have time.”

That’s our thing. The fantasies last until the dawn of the next day, and we’re supposed to create a new one every day.

I’ll just focus on now, because I’m sure the minute it hits tomorrow, reality will collide with the fantasy and I won’t know what to do.

“I missed you,” he says, brushing his nose along mine.

I used to imagine him coming back to me, realizing he’d made some kind of mistake by breaking up. I always imagined him telling me that he missed me.

As the years went by, I realized it wasn’t going to happen. Hearing him say that now makes me remember how badly I wished for him.

“I missed you too,” I say, and hurt as I am, I genuinely mean that.

He slips his hand behind my head and brings me to his lips for a delicious kiss that wipes the thoughts out of my mind again.

“I need you again, Jia. I want to taste you, everywhere.”

Nothing sounds better than that.

He lowers with me and sets me to lie on my back, resting my head against the stack of pillows.

A wicked smile lights up his eyes as he kisses his way down to my neck and goes down, down to kiss over the swells of my breasts.

By the time he takes my left nipple into his mouth, I’m completely lost in the thrill of his lips on my skin, sucking my breast. Seeing I like it, he takes his time to give me pleasure.

It’s always pleasure with him. So, I shouldn’t be surprised when he slides his fingers straight into my pussy and starts finger-fucking me. His fingers working my pussy with his mouth on my breasts has me moaning and groaning, wanting more.

Greed consumes my thoughts because I want him to touch me everywhere. All over, inside and out.

“You like that, baby?” he asks.

“I do,” I moan.

“I’ll give you more.”

Yes… I want more. This is the classic example of me doing that thing again where I know, I just know I’m going to be affected by this wild fantasy we’re enjoying, but I’m doing it anyway, and I want him to do everything to me.

Fuck do I want him bad.

He starts pumping harder into my pussy, making me squirm, his suckles get more demanding, and he tries to take more of my ample flesh into his mouth. It’s hot as fuck to watch him.

When he moves to my right breast to give my pleading nipple the same attention he gloriously delivered to my left, I come instantly.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, swiveling his finger around in my pussy as my juices flow from my passage.

I’m already gasping from the impact of the wild buzz that flicks over my skin. Paul steals my breath away when he moves down the length of my body and nuzzles his face between my thighs to lick and lap up the nectar. He parts my legs wider and pushes his face in so he can drink it all up.

When his tongue thrashes over my pussy lips and presses into my passage, I’m there again. In the height of pleasure that makes me yield to him and submit to everything he has planned to do to me.

Fuck… I feel it again as he starts sucking on my clit. I was already sensitive there, and the tug of his lips pushes me up the scale of pleasure once again.

I reach for the sheets and grab a handful, needing to grab something, anything. Whatever I can that will allow me not to float away.