Each sizzling movement feels like it’s setting parts of me on fire, like he’s blazing through me with the heat of possession, like he’s trying to wordlessly tell me I’m his and I always will be.
I need to remember not to get ahead of myself, but my crazy thoughts are whirring with even more madness now that his tongue is pushed against my clit.
He was right before when he said I was close when he barged in here.
I was so close, and now he’s driving me even closer to the edge until the idea of letting go and falling into an earth-shattering orgasm seems like the most heavenly thing in the world.
He slides his hand around my hip and massages my ass as he licks me faster, his tongue flickering against my clit, side to side and up and down, as though he’s gorging himself on my pussy.
He groans in time with my whimpers and moans, taking pleasure from giving it, feasting as he snarls and moves his whole head up and down. He consumes my pussy, owns my clit as he sucks it onto his mouth, and attacks it with his powerful tongue.
I gasp and shift against him, driving my hips in time with his motions.
“That’s it,” he rumbles, his voice muffled. “Fucking show me how badly you want it.”
“Ah, ah,” I cry, not even sure what I was trying to say as more waves of euphoria pulse through me, a heat growing inside my belly, expanding like a star about to explode.
He roars against my pussy, his boiling breath painting my lips and my clit, and then he moves his tongue down to my hole and slides inside of me.
I gasp as my hole widens under the path his tongue takes, driving up and up until his lips are pressed against my pussy, his tongue buried as deeply inside of me as he can get.
He moves it in intoxicating circles, swirling around my tight hole, causing flares of starlight and heat to quiver and shift around me.
My legs start to quiver, my whole body vibrating, as moans escape from my lips.
They’re the sort of moans I’d never imagine myself having the confidence to throw into the air, but with Miller, it’s like I can somehow let go like I don’t have to be caged inside my own mind. In my fantasies I’ve imagined crying out like this, shifting my hips like this, but I never dreamed I’d have the confidence to do it.
But it’s not even confidence.
It’s more like Miller is blotting out my thoughts with his powerful tongue, making it impossible for me to think of anything except for his need to give me pleasure, to taste me.
He withdraws his tongue from me and returns to my clit, moving around it with powerful circles, brushing against it, and then taking it in his mouth again.
Everything inside of me hones down to that one point of pleasure, that one pulsing place of near-release, as my legs vibrate so much I feel like I might fall off the freaking bed.
But his hands buried greedily in my ass would make that impossible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The pressure suddenly releases and wetness seeps out of my hole, squirting all over his face as my belly tightens and my womb – that deep-inside place that keeps urging me to give in to these crazed fantasies – sends out shivering pulsations of ecstasy.
I find myself clamping my thighs around his face, trapping him against me, even if the idea of doing something so forward would seem ridiculous to me before.
But with this heart-hammering orgasm pounding through me, everything feels possible.
Maybe Miller really does feel the same as me.
Maybe he wants me as badly as I want him.
I throw my head back and let out a scream, my whole body tense, my screams turning strangled and almost silent as I twist and whimper on the end of his dominating tongue.
The orgasm begins to quiet down slowly, but not before it throws tremors through me, aftershocks of release that cause my toes to curl and my skin to tingle like I could turn to freaking stardust at any second.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my body going lax as I fall onto the bed. “Fuck, Miller. That was… I can’t believe… that was unreal.”
It seems like the best way to describe it because that’s how it feels.
Unreal.
Like it didn’t really happen.
“I need something from you,” Miller snarls. “Before I really claim that hot tight hole of yours.”
“What?” I whisper, turning to him as he climbs onto the bed.
He lowers himself so we are face to face, gazing at me with animal hunger in his eyes.
“I need you to taste your perfect fucking cream. Can you do that for me?”
“What do you mean?”
He smirks, leaning down as he brings his lips toward mine.