He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head, one of his hands big enough to overpower mine. He squeezed me as he slid his other arm through the arch in my back and lifted me off the bed slightly, pulling my body into his mouth.
He breathed against the valley between my breasts, giving me big, wet, masculine kisses. He sucked my skin harshly then bit the side of my tit, grabbing the flesh between his teeth and giving a gentle bite.
I squeezed my thighs against his hips.
He took his time before he reached my nipple, and when he got it into his mouth, he moaned as he sucked, his tongue swiping over the delicate skin before he moved to the other, giving me a lick with his big mouth before he did the same.
I had no urge to fight him, but my wrists fought against his hold because I wanted to dive my fingers deep into his hair. But he overpowered me easily, pushing my wrists back into the sheets to remind me how weak I was in comparison.
I never enjoyed feeling weak until now.
He moved down my belly button, kissing the skin over my abs until he found my piercing. He swiped his tongue over the cheap jewelry, the fake diamond that glittered in the sunlight when I wore a bikini. He spent most of his time there, like he found that part of my body particularly arousing.
I writhed under his kisses, growing wetter because he knew how to use that mouth like a goddamn professional. I breathed loudly, the sound amplified because all my body could do was focus on the man worshiping me. I rolled my hips and pressed my belly into him, turned on by the way he was so easily turned on by me.
He grabbed my knees and forced them aside, getting my thighs to release his hips. He was such a big man that he could continue to grip my wrists while his mouth moved between my thighs and kissed me.
I immediately bucked my hips at his touch, sucking in a breath between my teeth that came out as a hiss. Men hardly ever kissed me that way, and when they did, they didn’t do it the way he did it…like he needed it. “Oh god…”
His hand pinned my wrists down harder as he circled my clit with his tongue. He would cover my entire slit with his mouth and kiss me the way he kissed my mouth, giving me his tongue before he sucked on my flesh completely as if it was my bottom lip.
I started to writhe harder, started to press my body into his lips like I couldn’t get enough. My body was no longer under my control, my mind was worthless. He did whatever he wanted to me because I was under his rule. He owned me—and he made sure I didn’t forget it.
He gave me a final kiss before he raised himself, looking down at me. “You want to come around my mouth or my dick, baby?”
Jesus, this man. Who had the confidence to ask that question, to know he had the skills to make any fantasy come true? Most of the time, I was lucky to get off, but this guy handed out orgasms like candy on fucking Halloween.
He blew across my opening, making all my nerve endings fire off. “Answer me.”
Having a man go down on me was my fantasy, the kind of porn I watched with my vibrator pressed against my clit. But now it was a reality, and my vibrator collected dust at the bottom of my underwear drawer. “Mouth.”
His face went back to my opening, resuming everything he’d been doing before, like he already knew I was on the edge of a climax. He could sense my body without being inside me, feel the way I moved against him, feel my emotions just through our connection.
It only took a few seconds before my hips bucked against him involuntarily, for my moans to echo against my ceiling and travel through the cracks to my neighbors through the thin walls. My hands pushed against his hold but didn’t get anywhere. I rode out the orgasm with my eyes closed, panting, crying…feeling every emotion all at once. “Heath…” I’d never said a man’s name like this, so many times, if at all. He was my king, my god, my everything.
When I finished, he raised himself and moved over me again, looking down into my face just as two tears left the corners of my eyes and dripped to my ears, leaving a track on each side of my face. He didn’t give me an arrogant smile at his accomplishment, but instead, he leaned down and kissed my tears away, moving from one cheek to the other.