“Okay, okay! I want it I want your tongue across my clit.” Layers and layers of pink flushed my cheeks of embarrassment, rivaling the worst sunburn, excitement and incredible anticipated desire of what would come next.
“Well darling, why didn't you say so? Coming right up.”
And just like that, Bradley Rainshaw was between my legs. The simple act alone and visual state enough to make me have a thousand orgasms in one.
It was one slow lick that caused every single muscle in my body to melt and explode. If it was the only lick I received for the rest of my life, I would die a happy woman. I bit my lips so I wouldn't cry out as my body shook as he gently tapped with his tongue across my clit.
I felt like the most powerful, lucky woman in the world as the hottest man alive gripped my body and held me so close to his mouth like I was the only thing in the world he ever wanted. With hands so tight, his muscles bulging from his daily workouts, chiseled to perfection like the art of Michelangelo in the statue of David…I just wanted to stare. But stare I could not, as my eyes closed back in utter pleasure from his magic tongue.
His eyes looked up at me and were filled with mischief and pleasure. “I fucking love seeing you in pleasure like this.” With one hand, he held me, as his other hand reached to cup my breast and twist at my nipple. I was prisoner to his strength, prisoner to his sexy will. And I loved every single minute of it. I felt so small against his strength and power, but felt so feminine, desired, and beautiful at the same time. I bit my lip again as the pressure against my dripping wet folds increased with the force of tongue.
“You’re so wet, I love it,” he managed to say as his thumb circled over my clit before licking it once more. A tag team, he alternated sending my mind buzzing into the stratosphere.
“I’m going to make you scream and wake everyone up.”
“Oh no, no, no,” I whispered and whimpered as he swiped at my swollen clit just so before tapping it, his tongue speeding up its rhythm and intensity, stroking my entire mound; my entire body felt like it was on fire as electricity shot through my body, and I wondered if I could even take any more heat, any more pleasure before exploding. My entire body tensed up as I gave into his sweet torture, as I accepted every ounce of pleasure from him. My hands grasped the sides of the water’s edge like someone hanging on for dear life.
Every ounce of me wanted to shout his name, Bradley!
My head tossed back and forth as the passion, longing, and desire of all these years were finally filled in a moment, and I wanted to freeze forever.
Nothing in my entire life had ever felt like this. So good, so incredible. And there I floated in the hot water as the frosty, nippy air met my skin, my strong arms keeping my upper body afloat, while the Greek god before me cupped my ass and buried his head between my legs, making me see stars, galaxies and unknown universes. He sucked, he licked, he trailed and took his sweet time over the spot that made my entire body feel like jello; heck, that made my cells even feel the pleasure of floating. He licked at me as if I were the most delectable thing he’d ever eaten in his life, as my entire being, mind, body, and soul, entered an alternate universe of complete ecstasy. I was coming, I was coming hard and fast, the ripples of pleasure rising and tightening in my core.
“I’m going to make you scream as you come. Just watch.” He growled as his swiped my clit with both of his thumbs as his tongue trailed to my throbbing opening, and he entered me with the tip of his tongue. No one had ever done that to me before. I couldn’t tell you what happened next, as I exploded into pleasure and screamed out as orgasmic ripples of ecstasy took over my body until chills remained as an aftermath. I shook as his tongue took over the thumb, swiping just so lightly now as if to prologue my orgasmic journey. I lay there. Spent.
It was the best feeling I’d ever had in my life.
“Told you I’d make you scream.” He pulled me close to him, wrapping my weak legs around his core. I felt his hard tip against my stomach as my wet bareness gelled into his rod. All I could do was dig my fingernails into his strong back, just like I had envisioned moments ago.
“You’re…really strong after spraining your ankle.”
He fumbled his way back to a seat, careful to keep me wrapped around him. My insides ached and burned with passion, an intense, hot need of his hardness against my blazing folds. I yearned with such ferocity that I physically hurt down there and needed mending by him. Now.
His lips crashed into mine as his strong hands cupped the back of my neck. I felt him hardening more. His tip brushed against my sensitivity, but I still felt yawning pleasure.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I want you. I want to drive into you, fill you so deep. Do you want that, too?” His whisper was on my ear. He nibbled at my earlobe once again.
He was breathless as he looked at me with his tantalizing eyes, “Meet me in my room in five minutes. Not a minute earlier or a minute too late.”
He lifted me off of him and sat me lightly down as I panted like a dog in heat. His perfectly chiseled ass cheeks teased me as he wrapped a robe around him, securing it tightly around his raging hard erection, and I wondered how he’d make it back in looking like that.
“I…uh…”
“Four minutes, thirty seconds, my bed, where I’m going to ravage you to pieces. I want to fuck you so bad, I can hardly breathe.”
Chapter 11
KATE
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There I stood, the moment of truth, the symphony of all symphonies. The final acts of all final acts.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest like dozens of horses being let free after a lifetime of captivity. The elation of trotting past the barbed wire fences that contained their eager hooves from experiencing the distant snow-capped mountains and acres and acres of prairies that their far away, dreamy glances longed after for years, and the hamster wheel thoughts of: one day, one day I’ll be free.
I couldn’t help but feel exactly like that.
I’m free!
Bradley is finally mine!
In my mind I could see the scene so well. It was like as soon as he asked me to meet him in his room, all I could think about while I quickly made my way through the manor were these beautiful horses who were once held captive, now charging forth toward the destiny of pleasure and wonder as the fast trots kicked up dust behind them. The future is now. The future is calling. The future is here! I felt just like that.
Bradley felt like my unknown forbidden land and our former family dynamic felt like the barbed wire fence that you didn’t dare touch or it would be very bad news.
I had seen so much of him and his godlike looks and tight chiseled body plastered in the media and in all those trashy magazines. All those years in Teen Beat, and Seventeen, my girlfriends and I would rummage through with giddy smiles and shameless lust during our sleepovers, practically salivating over his good looks as we’d cut out our favorite paparazzi photos to hang in our rooms and on our walls. That Colgate smile, those exotic eyes that could singe a hole through the glossy paper; he was such a beautiful boy who had now blossomed into a man.
A man waiting for me. Right now.
Then there were all those years when we lived together and he would walk the halls shirtless. I’d have to quickl
y look to the ground or at my phone so I wouldn’t give away the oh-my-gosh-you’re-gorgeous-I’ve-wanted-you-forever-look in my eyes.
A hot young guy who’d turned into a sizzling grown man, who has been voted “best body” by People magazine. A man who just showed me his huge cock, whose hands just cupped my ass as his beautiful face made me see unknown galaxies between my legs and in my mind from off-the-charts pleasure. My heart was about to burst!
A man who had confessed to me I was the girl he couldn’t have.
All those torturous years he crept into my dreams when I tried with every fiber in my being to ignore them. It was all gone now.
And I was free.
Free!
And now the only thing separating us right now was this damn door, a luxurious craft that now kept my weak legs from wrapping around him so tight and my fingers from running through his hair. My kiss from his juicy pout that never wanted to let go.
I could feel my passion and need between my legs. Every part of me wanted this. Every cell. I was shaking with desire.
These pulses raced up to my ears and shot down like lightning to my nakedness, my inner core. It was very well aware of the absence of his touch, still incredibly tender and turned on, I could barely make it to his room without feeling tingles all over of the pleasure that he left across every ounce of me down there.
Still wobbly from that mind-blowing, earth-shattering, life-changing orgasm, I still panted.
I panted from pleasure.
I panted from the shock of it all.
I panted from adrenaline.
I panted from the forbidden action.
The sun would be rising soon. It was the edge of night that crept into dawn. What would be revealed when the first ray of light peeked into this room?
I bit my tongue and smiled, full of joy and bliss. I shook my head, still drunk with lust and surprise at the whole thing.
I took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door responded with a just a small creak I hoped no one heard. Dozens of scenes flashed through my brain, foretelling what could be in just a moment more.