“You figure it out, Cat. Maybe after you’ve given me ten or fifteen orgasms, you’ll figure it out.”
He didn’t wait. He couldn’t. Not even for the pleasure of torturing her slowly, knowing every moment he had her spread open, every word out of his mouth was only making her hotter. Only causing the tension to wind tighter and tighter in her.
He needed. And he needed now. His mouth clamped over her slick, hot entrance and he plunged his tongue deep. She cried out, tried to move, but his arms pinned her down, refusing to allow her to wiggle away or even toward him. This was his. This was for him. He was taking what belonged to him. What she gave him.
He used his tongue ruthlessly, devouring her ravenously just like he said he would. She tasted better than he remembered. Hotter. Sweeter. Spicier. He ate her like he was dying for her taste, because he was. He’d had the taste of her in his mouth from the moment he’d heard her laughter in the kitchen with Emma.
He heard her ragged breathing, the desperate little mewling cries as he ate her. He loved her cries, music to his ears. He loved her body, and it belonged to him. He loved that the more he took from her, the more golden cream spilled out.
He felt her body coiling. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his face buried in her. “Give it to me. I want it now. Give it to me.” He pressed his mouth over her clit and suckled, using his tongue in little butterfly strokes to stimulate her further.
She screamed and went wild around him, hips really bucking, body writhing, head tossing. He could feel the powerful orgasm sweeping through her body, the tight muscles clamping down hard. He was ruthless, refusing to stop, to give her any break.
“More,” he demanded. “I want more from you.”
His tongue pulled at the molten gold, all the sweetness her body gave him. He plunged two fingers deep and used his tongue and the edge of his teeth to drive her back up hard and fast. He loved the sensations, her cries. His.
He let go just long enough to raise his head slightly and make his demand. “Give me more, baby. I’m not done. I want more.” He was greedy for it. For her honey and her orgasms. For her musical mewling cries. For the way she chanted his name, so breathy. So needy.
His tongue was back immediately, pulling more spice from her. He could hear the nearly feral growls coming from deep in his throat, rumbling in his chest. His cock swelled to the bursting point, aching and hard with its own demand. Still he couldn’t stop, licking and sucking and once again using his teeth and fingers.
Her body stiffened. Shuddered. He felt the rewarding clamp of her muscles, a vise around his fingers. Her cry was lower, more muted, but pulled from somewhere deep inside of her. This time the orgasm was even stronger, like a powerful tsunami that gathered strength as it rocked through her body. He rode it out, catching the spilling liquid, flicking her sensitive clit with his tongue, stroking her thighs and using his fingers to press deep into that tight channel.
“Eli.” She gasped his name. “You have to stop. I can’t take any more.”
“Yes you can. You will. Your body was made for this. Sex. Sin. Everything. Whatever I want. You’ll love it, baby. You’ll come to need it, just like I do.”
She pulled at the handcuffs, trying to twist her body, trying to dislodge his mouth, but he’d already clamped down again, taking her over, taking what he wanted, driving her right back up hard and fast. Ruthlessly. Brutally. He heard her breath catch on a sob, but her body still spilled that hot, addictive liquid gold right into his mouth.
Catarina was afraid now, the fear skittering like tiny footprints down her spine, terrified she might lose her mind. He didn’t know it, but she already needed this. Needed his mouth and his hands and his cock. She couldn’t imagine her life without it. But he was going too far, taking her too high. She thought she might go insane, lose her mind at the pleasure spilling through her, overtaking her, pushing her so high she feared she would never come back.
Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. It belonged to him. She couldn’t think or reason when he was touching her. Her mind was in complete chaos and the tension in her body just coiled tighter and tighter. She needed another release. Desperately. Only it didn’t come. She got close, reached for it, and he backed off, flicking his tongue until she wanted to scream with need.
“Eli.” She could barely get his name out.
“Hmmm?” He didn’t look up. Didn’t stop tormenting her. He licked more. His hands framed her entrance so that he could dip his tongue into her again and again while she writhed under him. “You know what I want from you.”