He fists my hair, stilling my movements, and pulls me back, whispering, “Phoenix.” I quickly put my finger to his lips, shushing him before he can say anything else.
If I hear his voice for long, he will break this bubble I’ve created, and I can’t have that.
His gaze darkens, desire mixes with anger, but he stays quiet, not wanting to give this opportunity up either, it seems.
One minute, he holds me prisoner, and the next, I yelp when he sends me landing flat on my back across the counter, his body covering mine. Once again, his mouth lands on me, but this time the kiss is different.
Any gentleness is gone. Instead, the kiss is passionate and all-consuming, sending waves and waves of goose bumps breaking on my skin while his hard-on digs into my core, sliding up and down, giving me a brief hint of what it can do to me. Fusing our mouths, I hope he’ll end our misery and give us both what we want so much.
Giving me a harsh bite on my lower lip and tugging on it a little before soothing it with a lick of his tongue, he moves lower to nip on my chin before traveling to the underside of it, leaving burning sensations all over while the scruff of his five-o’clock shadow probably leaves imprints on my skin, but I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything as long as pleasure awaits me at the end of this journey.
“Phoenix,” he murmurs against my collarbone, and I jerk in his arms, my eyes snapping open from his voice rocking between us. “Phoenix,” he repeats, biting on my skin, earning himself a gasp, even though I try to wiggle so he’ll shut up.
His strong hold on me doesn’t let me move though. Instead, he slides lower, his breath fanning over the mounds of my breasts. He gives them a light kiss before trapping one of my nipples between his lips through the silky nightgown, tugging it to the side and then sucking on it harshly, his tongue coating my pointed peak with saliva. My back arches as a moan echoes in the kitchen, and I clamp my mouth, afraid of waking someone up.
How is it possible though for wave after wave of sensations to assault me with his flesh against mine? “Be as loud as you want. No one is going to hear you here,” he says and shifts to my other breast, repeating the action and driving me insane. My skin burns, and I want to tear away the offensive silk plastered to me, keeping me from fully connecting to his touch that is driving me crazy with each flick of his tongue.
Please, please be quiet. Let me enjoy this oblivion without the cruel reality.
This time, I moan louder as electricity rushes through my system, making me tremble in his hold. My core becomes wetter, begging for any kind of relief from the fire spreading in my veins, flaring everything in its wake.
I roll my hips forward, wanting to grind on his hard-on that’s so thick between my thighs, but he doesn't let me. Instead, he whispers again, “Phoenix,” to my loud moan of protest, my head shaking, not wanting to listen to him or acknowledge this reality.
His hands grip my hips once again, his fingers digging so hard they will leave bruises as a reminder of this night, but none of those things matter right now.
With every touch, he only intensifies the unbearable need in my core, and with one last bite on my nipple, he props me forward on the counter as his mouth trails lower and lower to my stomach then navel with him biting on my flesh through the silk, leaving wet traces on his way. He drapes my legs over his shoulders, pushing my nightgown up, and orders, “Hold it.”
I do as he says, lifting my hips to pull it over my breasts while his hot breath fans my core right before he rubs his stubble over the inside of my thigh, scratching me. I whimper, and he sucks on my skin, a moan slipping past my lips. My splayed hands slide up and down my stomach, wanting to palm his head to bring his mouth to where I crave it the most but, at the same time, hesitating, curious to see what he will do next.
He shifts his attention to the other thigh, nibbling on the skin, and I hiss, the heels of my feet rubbing his back, and this time I don't stop myself when my fingers lace in his hair, bringing his mouth to my aching core. “What do you want, baby?” he asks, rubbing his face against my panties and making me moan in pleasure and frustration, as it only intensifies the need and does nothing to extinguish the fire.
“Please,” I repeat, blocking away the past and future, and focus only on the present where the fire will swallow me whole if he doesn't do something about it.
I try to grind on his face, but he chuckles against my flesh, giving it a slight bite through my panties while he asks again, “What do you want, baby?” I stay silent, his every breath tickling me and sending waves of sensations through my body. The air sticks in my lungs when he says, “Do you want my tongue? Where?”
I nod even though he can’t see it and slide my hand to my core, flipping the panties to the side and gliding my middle finger through my sensitive skin, moaning so loud they probably can hear me upstairs, but I don't care.
How can I?
He makes me lose all decency.
“Right here,” I reply, my voice hoarse and needy as I glide my finger again, enjoying the slight relief it gives me, and bring it up to my clit, pinching it and hissing at the pleasure spreading through me. “Here too.” Or maybe I don't need him at all?
After all, I can get off all on my own if he continues to be a stubborn ass about it!
His hand wraps around my wrist, bringing my finger to his mouth and sucking my juices from it as I lift my head. His gaze is trained on me, and my breath hitches at the naked, raw desire in it, awakening parts of me I thought were dead. My core clenches, wanting only him inside it.
My finger won’t be able to give me relief from the fire he’s inspired… and how freaking pathetic is that?
Sliding his palms under my ass and lifting my center up to his mouth, he orders, “Put your hands on your breasts. I don't need instructions when it comes to eating out a pussy.” And with this, he places his mouth on my core, delving his tongue inside me. I arch my back, crying out while thousands of electricity volts prickle my skin. Hot flashes travel all over me, from the tip of my hair to my toes, making every part of my body hungry for his touch.
He pulls his tongue back only to slide inside again, twirling it from side to side then gliding it through my folds, licking through my lower lips one by one before he spreads his mouth over my core, giving it a deep french kiss, sweeping my wetness on his way. I whimper, my heels dig into his back, and I thumb my nipples, groaning in frustration at the need pushing up and up to the surface, demanding release from him, but he doesn't let me. Instead, he flicks his tongue up and down my pussy before he traps my clit between his lips, rolling it around and then sucking on it. I cry out again, forgetting about his order, and thread my fingers in his hair, pressing him close to my core, keeping him in the same position. He continues to deliver onslaughts of pleasure one after the other, bringing me higher and higher to the brink of an orgasm that’s almost within my reach. But then he shifts lower again, his tongue flicking through my folds, and I huff in frustration, tightening my hold on him, which only earns me a growl from him that sends vibrations through my flesh, and I groan, chanting, “Please.”
Licking me from bottom to top, he asks, “Please what, Phoenix?” He taps his tongue against my clit, pressing on it, and I jerk under his onslaught, but his fingers clench my ass cheeks so hard I have no choice but to stay in this position.