“So ready,” I echo.
“No more talking. Close your eyes and your ears. I want you to feel tonight, Skye. Feel everything I do to you.”
I close my eyes and nod.
“I’m going to eat you, finger you, fuck you, make you come again and again until you think you can’t come anymore. And then you’re going to come again. I’m going to coax ten orgasms out of you tonight. Ten, maybe twelve, maybe fifteen. You’re going to be fucking exhausted when I’m through.”
I gasp at his words. I’m ready. So ready.
He sucks in another breath. “You have no idea what you do to me. No idea how just looking at you, bound only by the strength of my will, legs spread, ready for anything, makes me wild with desire for you. No woman has ever gotten under my skin the way you have.”
I part my lips.
He sucks in a third breath. “Your mouth. Your lips. Fuck.”
I’m desperate for a kiss, but he denies me. He’s going straight in for the kill.
He caresses the lips of my pussy.
“So slick and wet already. I can’t wait to taste you. To shove my tongue deep inside you.”
God, please.
He continues with his fingers, sliding them over and around my labia and then down to my asshole.
I tense for a second.
“Easy, baby. Relax.”
I attempt to obey him, and I find myself relaxing as he massages my anus.
“I can’t wait to take you here,” he says. “And tonight, we’ll begin that journey.”
I tense again.
“Relax,” he soothes. “You’ll be ready for what I do tonight. More than ready.” He circles my asshole with one finger. Then he positions his head between my legs and kisses my inner thighs. “Such a good position. I can see everything from here. Every luscious part of your pussy and your ass.”
He tongues my ass then, and I jerk at the attempted invasion.
“Easy. Let it go, Skye. Let your inhibitions go. You gave me control here. Remember?”
I remember.
I relax beneath him. He told me to feel, so I feel.
And it’s amazing.
His tongue is soft as it massages me but then firm when he tenses it into a point and probes the tight hole.
Relax.
Feel.
Still holding onto the rungs, I force my nerves to settle.
Braden swipes his tongue over my pussy and up to my clit, where he tenses it again and pushes against the sensitive button. I’m ready. So ready.
He probes my clit a few more times and then relaxes his tongue and swirls the tip around me. I’m so sensitive. One little movement and—
One of his long, thick fingers eases into me. “Mmm. Tight,” he says.
He moves the fingers slowly, touching every spot inside my pussy. It’s a dreamy feeling. He’s helping me relax.
“I’m going to put a finger in your ass,” he says, his voice low and hypnotic. “Just relax.”
His finger in my pussy is still moving in and out in a slow and deliberate pattern. His lips are around my clit, sucking gently, and I move my hips in circles, following his lips.
I’m relaxed.
And turned on.
And ready for anything—
“Ah!” I squeal.
Braden’s finger is in my ass.
“Easy. Relax. You’ll like this. I promise.”
I already do. I like it because it’s Braden inside me. Braden can do anything to me. I’ve given him my control, and I know he won’t abuse it.
He adds another finger to my pussy and licks my clit.
Then…he begins to move the finger in my ass in and out slowly, in the opposite rhythm from the fingers in my pussy.
Pussy full and then ass full.
Clit licked and sucked.
And oh my God…
I need to come. I need to come so badly.
Do I wait for permission?
“Come, Skye,” he says against my clit.
And I shatter. Everything. Everything and nothing all around me and all at once.
He probes my pussy and my ass, and with each probe, I soar higher and higher.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come all over my face.”
He thrusts harder into my ass, and I find, to my amazement, that it’s thrilling. Ecstatically thrilling.
I feel.
I feel so much.
“Come again,” he orders.
I fly into another orgasm, a third and then a fourth. They roll through me, coiling into my belly and then bursting outward, sending sparks flying from my fingertips.
A fifth.
A sixth.
A… I lose count. They roll through me one after the other. One subsides and another begins. Up. Down. Up. Down.
“One more, Skye.” He fingers me relentlessly, touching the spot that drives me insane.
I can’t do it. Can’t give him one more—
But I do. I explode again as shards of electricity blaze through me.
“Again,” he commands.
I can’t. I know I can’t. I’m used up. Beautifully used up.
Then Braden growls. He truly growls.
And I give him one last orgasm.
It shoots through me like boiling honey in my veins. I cry out unintelligible words. I undulate violently. I grind against his face and mouth.