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Authors: Bella Andre
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survive this pleasure. Maybe she could stop it from racing away with her.
Maybe she could return to being the woman she'd always been.
"How bad do you need it?"
"Really bad," was all she could manage as he tongue swept between her folds again, this time dipping into her. But even though she tried to buck into his mouth, his tongue didn't slide in far enough to give her any satisfaction.
She'd never survive his teasing.
"Well, now," he said slowly, letting his lips rake across the top of her mound, "doesn't sound to me like you need it all that bad."
If she'd been able to move her arms and legs, she would have launched herself at him, would have pinned him down to the bed and crawled up over his face and forced him to take her where she desperately needed to go.
Instead, all she could do was wait for him to give her what he wanted to give, when he wanted to give it. They were on his schedule, his plan.
Not hers.
With the thought came another inexplicable flood of arousal. Almost as if she liked being tied up and captive to Cole's every whim. And then his mouth covered her at the same moment he slipped a finger into her tight sheath and a small tremor worked through her.
"Just a little more. I only need a little more to get there."
His laughter took her by surprise, his lips and tongue and teeth rocking against her, his fingers shifting against her delicate internal walls. Another mini-tremor shook her.
"If you were expecting little, sweet Anna, you're going to be sorely disappointed."
Instead of being afraid of splitting apart beneath him, the vision of his erection stretching her wide as he forced her to take all of him catapulted her into a bigger, stronger tremor.
His tongue moved slow and soft against her again, from perineum to clit. She could feel herself perspiring from the combination of pleasure and frustration. From anticipation.
And desperation.
"I can't survive any more of this." She didn't have the will to keep her voice from shaking anymore.
His laughter came again, warm and almost loving, even as it was full of the same deep, dark desire that she'd been riding since the moment he'd kissed her for the first time.
"You'll not only survive it," he promised her, "but you'll wonder how you lived this long without it."
His words, the slight press of his mouth against her sensitive folds as he spoke, along with the tight clench of her inner muscles, were almost enough to get there. Holding her breath, she focused, willed herself to come, to escape the torture of Cole's teasing.
"Poor sweet baby," he murmured against her as she flopped back against the bed, frustrated and more aroused than she'd even known it was possible to be. "You really do need to come, don't you?"
But she was long past begging at this point, her cells were too wrapped up in the needs of her body for her to even attempt to form coherent words. She'd trusted him to give her pleasure and instead, she was frustrated and--
His tongue slid into her hard, thrusting once, twice, three times.
Oh God, yes! This was what she'd been waiting for, this was what she needed, a good tongue-fucking. She was riding his tongue like a hard shaft when his fingers moved over her clit again and swirled with dangerous precision.
Still riding his tongue, she rolled against his hands, fighting her bonds to try and get closer, but he was two steps ahead of her, increasing the pressure with delicious intent. And then Cole reached up with his free hand and found one hard, aroused nipple, and her entire body crashed in on itself, her clit and breasts dual epicenters for the massive earthquake rolling through her. She'd never come like this, so hard that she was certain the bed was splitting apart beneath her, the walls crashing in around her.
Her orgasm went on and on as Cole's tongue stroked new and shocking sensitive spots along her inner walls, his fingers magic on her clitoris and breasts.
Finally, when she was utterly spent--more tired than she'd
Maybe she could return to being the woman she'd always been.
"How bad do you need it?"
"Really bad," was all she could manage as he tongue swept between her folds again, this time dipping into her. But even though she tried to buck into his mouth, his tongue didn't slide in far enough to give her any satisfaction.
She'd never survive his teasing.
"Well, now," he said slowly, letting his lips rake across the top of her mound, "doesn't sound to me like you need it all that bad."
If she'd been able to move her arms and legs, she would have launched herself at him, would have pinned him down to the bed and crawled up over his face and forced him to take her where she desperately needed to go.
Instead, all she could do was wait for him to give her what he wanted to give, when he wanted to give it. They were on his schedule, his plan.
Not hers.
With the thought came another inexplicable flood of arousal. Almost as if she liked being tied up and captive to Cole's every whim. And then his mouth covered her at the same moment he slipped a finger into her tight sheath and a small tremor worked through her.
"Just a little more. I only need a little more to get there."
His laughter took her by surprise, his lips and tongue and teeth rocking against her, his fingers shifting against her delicate internal walls. Another mini-tremor shook her.
"If you were expecting little, sweet Anna, you're going to be sorely disappointed."
Instead of being afraid of splitting apart beneath him, the vision of his erection stretching her wide as he forced her to take all of him catapulted her into a bigger, stronger tremor.
His tongue moved slow and soft against her again, from perineum to clit. She could feel herself perspiring from the combination of pleasure and frustration. From anticipation.
And desperation.
"I can't survive any more of this." She didn't have the will to keep her voice from shaking anymore.
His laughter came again, warm and almost loving, even as it was full of the same deep, dark desire that she'd been riding since the moment he'd kissed her for the first time.
"You'll not only survive it," he promised her, "but you'll wonder how you lived this long without it."
His words, the slight press of his mouth against her sensitive folds as he spoke, along with the tight clench of her inner muscles, were almost enough to get there. Holding her breath, she focused, willed herself to come, to escape the torture of Cole's teasing.
"Poor sweet baby," he murmured against her as she flopped back against the bed, frustrated and more aroused than she'd even known it was possible to be. "You really do need to come, don't you?"
But she was long past begging at this point, her cells were too wrapped up in the needs of her body for her to even attempt to form coherent words. She'd trusted him to give her pleasure and instead, she was frustrated and--
His tongue slid into her hard, thrusting once, twice, three times.
Oh God, yes! This was what she'd been waiting for, this was what she needed, a good tongue-fucking. She was riding his tongue like a hard shaft when his fingers moved over her clit again and swirled with dangerous precision.
Still riding his tongue, she rolled against his hands, fighting her bonds to try and get closer, but he was two steps ahead of her, increasing the pressure with delicious intent. And then Cole reached up with his free hand and found one hard, aroused nipple, and her entire body crashed in on itself, her clit and breasts dual epicenters for the massive earthquake rolling through her. She'd never come like this, so hard that she was certain the bed was splitting apart beneath her, the walls crashing in around her.
Her orgasm went on and on as Cole's tongue stroked new and shocking sensitive spots along her inner walls, his fingers magic on her clitoris and breasts.
Finally, when she was utterly spent--more tired than she'd
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