Fall From Grace

I drop my hands to his pants, working at his belt. He pushes my hands away as he pulls back.

“I may be wanting to fuck you, but I am not into quick fucks.” His words send a rush of heat between my thighs.

He pulls me out of his entryway and into a large living room. I would take in the view of this home just outside the city, the giant windows offering views of the mountains and the city lights. But this man’s hands are rough on my hips, guiding me to the black leather couch behind me. I think he is going to push me onto it but he stops me at the edge of the armrest.

His fingers glide over my ass and around to the front of my thigh before cupping my center. “I want to know how wet you are. If your pussy is craving me like I said it would from a few brief touches.”

I bite my lip as I meet his icy blue gaze. “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

He growls as his hands pull me into him by my belt loops. My stomach pressing against the hard ridge of his growing cock. “You want to play games?”

I shrug. “I wasn’t aware you putting your hands on me was a game.”

He chuckles as his hands go to the button of my jeans, slowly peeling them over my ass and down my legs. “So if this pussy is soaked, what do I win?”

I shake my head as my stomach churns with anticipation. “I guess a taste.”

“You guess?”

I nod.

“Oh sweetheart, I want more than just a taste. I want to drink you in, devour you, until you are squirming so hard because I have you so close to the edge but I won’t let you push over.”

My hands trail up his chest, wanting to pull this damn shirt off him, see the muscles I feel underneath. But before I can do it, he pushes me back. My body falling over the armrest of the couch, my back arched as my hips hover on the edge. I try to push up to see what he is doing but his large hand presses against my chest before he drops to his knees and rips my jeans the rest of the way off my legs.

His nose trails up the inside of my thigh. My body shivering from the lightest touch of his fingers along my calf. I try to reach for him, my hands needing to hold on to something. But he slaps my hands away.

He lets out a cool breath along my center as he pushes my thighs open more, my back arching more into the couch.

“Strawberries and cream,” he murmurs before he buries his face into my pussy.

He isn’t slow, like his movements before. No, he lives up to his words of wanting to devour me. His tongue is precise and hard as he licks me, switching between swiping between my folds and pressing his tongue inside of me. It isn’t long until his fingers join and I am shaking against the couch. It’s almost embarrassing how wet I am from his rough intrusion. Two fingers thrust into me quickly as his tongue circles around them. I squirm as I try to grab his head and direct him where I want but he pushes my hands away again.

I grip the side of the couch as he assaults me, his tongue doing things I never knew a tongue could do. His teeth dragging across my center every now and then causing me to jump. When he adds a third finger to my center, I let out the loudest groan. My body convulsing as it lights on fire. But it’s still not enough. I need more and he knows it. His mouth expertly avoiding the thing that will send me over the edge.

I buck my hips against his mouth and feel him chuckle against me. The vibrations bringing me so much closer. I swear my knuckles are white as I grip the couch, waiting for him to push me over the edge. I know he wants me to beg. But I’ve never been one to do it. To submit to a man.

“I could sit here on my knees all day, baby. Pushing and pulling you to the cusp of what you really want. All it takes is one little word. One word, and I will have you exploding like fireworks on the Fourth of July.”

I writhe against the couch, shaking my head and twisting my body to try and hit that peak I am searching for.

“I’m waiting.”

He pulls his fingers out of me before thrusting them back in hard then pulling them out completely. I whimper at the loss and the pulsing going on between my thighs. All it will take is one touch to my clit and I’ll be screaming like a banshee. And he knows it. But I don’t want to give in just yet.

He pushes my legs farther apart until I am barely even resting on the armrest. He lightly runs a finger over my clit; I wonder if it was my imagination. Then he blows cold air and I scream. It’s almost painful, the need to come.

Before I know it, I am shouting. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?” he says and even though I can’t see his face, I know he is grinning.

“Please let me come.” I throw my cards into the fold.

“As you wish.”

Then his mouth lands on my clit and my entire body lights on fire as he sucks it into his mouth. His fingers thrust back into me as he pulls and nibbles on the bundle of nerves, causing my entire body to spasm. I don’t know his name but if I did, I would be screaming it loud enough until the neighbors woke up. Instead, “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” falls from my mouth over and over as his fingers fuck me and his tongue sucks me to oblivion.

I swear I black out for a second. Not even realizing the loss of his mouth on me. But the sound of a belt buckle and the tear of a condom have my eyes bolting to meet his as he hovers over me.