“Make me come.” She moans, “Please, I need to come.”
I bet you do…but wait.
I press the wand against her again, and she hisses and moans. I tease her relentlessly, letting her think each time that she will get her release, but I pull it away and stop just as she’s about to go over. Her body was glistening with sweat, she was on edge, heaving for breath while she’s hanging on the brink, just one flick of my tongue on her clit, and she would explode. Her pussy was pulsing with need, glittering with her honey, and I was only just beginning.
I pick up the feather and brush it over her pussy. Her legs quiver, and she growls throatily as I continue to caress her clit with the feather, keeping her on that sweet edge. I can feel the heat radiating off of her body.
“Damien, please, please, I’m begging you…ohnnn!” She screams when I press the wand at her clit on full power. Her hips lift off the bed as she explodes. I watch in delight as she writhes and shakes with blissful pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, scream for me. How many times are you going to come for me?” I keep the wand on her clit and slide my fingers deep inside her so I can feel her pulsing as she comes again and again, each scream louder than the last.
After her fourth orgasm, I pull the wand back, and she whimpers. I lean over and look down at her. “You got one more?” She groans, looking up at me breathless, and nods. “Say it.”
“Make me come.” She whispers between breaths.
“With what?”
“Your tongue.” I shuffle down, untie her legs, and lift her hips up off the bed; her legs wrapped around my head. I bring her pussy to my mouth. Ezra’s thighs tighten and quiver as I suck and lick her clit. I squeeze and spank her ass hard, and she hisses and bucks her hips, rocking, grinding up against my tongue as she once again nears her climax.
“Oh god, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming. Damien!” One hard suck and flick of my tongue, and she was thrashing wildly in my arms. “I continue to lick her, and she trembles every time my tongue touches her clit. “Ahhh, it’s too much. Blue, blue, blue…” I stop and pull back. She lasted longer than I thought she would have. I kiss her inner thigh, and her legs fall from my neck, and I set her hips down before I lean over and untie her hands. Ezra lays there spent, her chest heaving, sweaty and sparkling like a fucking diamond. I brush her sweat-damp hair from her face, and she peels her eyes open and looks up at me.
“You took your punishment better than I thought you would,” I tell her, and she groans.
“That was…unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. I can’t feel my legs.”
I smirk and sit up. “Do you need help showering?” Ezra nods, and I stand up and pick her up into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her to the bathroom. I sit her on the counter by the sink while I turn the dial and adjust the water temperature. I walk over to her and pick her up again and walk into the shower. I set her back down on her feet, and she struggles but catches herself. “You good?” She nods and steps under the spray closing her eyes. I step back and watch her as the water glides down her beautiful body.
Goddamn.