A small lick across my slit, and he makes a sound of pleasure. “You taste good, Princess. I’ve always wondered what this pussy tasted like. When we were younger I thought it might taste like hope, dreams, and money.” Another lick, longer and slower. “But it tastes like candy to me now.”
His slow exploration has me shaking. God, yes. He starts slow, light touches and flicks of his tongue. I never know where he’s going to land next. My clit, my entrance, the inside of my thigh. Not knowing where the next touch will be heightens all of my senses at once.
Then the lightest of kisses on my skin, slowly pressing forward to full contact. And then a little more. Slow, solid strokes of his tongue around my clit, and I moan. It feels so good, pleasure pooling in my gut and fizzing in my veins. I relax into it, letting go of everything else. It’s been so long since I had anything else to do but wonder about survival. So long since I had anybody that wanted to touch me. Taste me.
Daniel slides his hands under my ass, pulling me closer, and he doesn’t hold back now. He covers my pussy with his mouth and sucks deep, before plunging in with his tongue and I cry out. Desire and delicious pleasure flare up like a flash, and I want more of this. More of all of it. I’ve never had anyone do this to me—have me on the edge, so close without going over and so fast.
He gives me what I want then, devouring me with lips and tongue and the occasional scrape of his teeth to make me shiver. Again and again, fucking me with his tongue until I’m moaning, unable to hold it back. I’m so close to bliss, I can almost taste it, and I’m writhing under his mouth even though his hands hold me in place.
Daniel slides upwards, stroking under my clit in a rhythm too fast for my body not to react. It does, rushing toward my orgasm like a lit fuse, and he doesn’t stop. Over and over and over. And I explode like a nova. Light flashes behind my eyes as I come, pleasure lighting me up from the inside. I’m shaking, and Daniel seals his mouth over me, sucking, drinking me in. Making the pleasure last and more pleasure rise up on top of it.
The orgasm soars up and out and pleasure is spinning in me so fast that for a moment I feel weightless before crashing back to earth. Breathless, panting, spent.
Daniel’s tongue is still moving on me, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. When he releases me, he crawls back up my body, planting wet kisses on my skin until he reaches my mouth and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips.
He kisses me deep. Possessive. And I want it all again. I thought that orgasm would satisfy me, but it didn’t. All it did was pour fuel on a flame. I want all of him. I want him inside me. “Fuck me,” I say against his lips.
Daniel’s laugh is deep and dark. “I don’t think so.”
“What?”
He shakes his head. “I’m not going to fuck you until you’re my wife.”
My mind goes blank with shock, and I realize that I’ve walked into a trap. Because now I want that. I want to fuck him, and in order to do that I have to go through with marrying him. One more assurance by him that he has me right where he wants me. It’s so well played that I’m almost impressed. But two can play. I press my breasts up into his chest, reach out and stroke my hands down his sides. “You don’t want to fuck me?”
I watch as his eyes go dark with lust and something else darker. “It has nothing to do with what I want,” Daniel says.
“I’ll beg you.” I make the offer because I’m desperate and I want to see him relent for the one thing he’s asked me to do. But all he does is smile slowly and shake his head. “No. I gave you a choice, and you made it. That’s the end of it.”
My breath goes short. “So you would have fucked me if I had asked?”
Lifting himself off me, he stands and sits in a chair across from me. “You’ll never know,” he says. “But if you’re really that horny, you can still make yourself useful.”
He doesn’t make a move, but I know what he’s talking about. My eyes drop to where his cock is tenting his pants. I felt him against me just moments ago, hard and hot, and despite myself, my mouth starts to water. But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of just doing what he wants without him asking. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific.”