To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(82)

Yavi! she wanted to scream. Touch me now!

Finally he lowered his head and covered her with his mouth, his tongue rubbing against her most sensitive spot in the most scandalous, thrilling sensation she had ever experienced. She caught herself before reaching down to touch his shoulder again and shoved her hand back under the pillow as he’d requested, arching her back under the wave of sweet tingles washing over her from the things he was doing to her with his mouth.

As he continued to kiss her, he used his shoulders to bunch her legs up a bit, reaching up to caress her hips, her waist, his fingers eventually finding her aching nipples to tease them again. Graciella was happily pinned to the mattress by his hands and tongue, with no argument inside her in the least about the situation. It felt like she was drenching his chin in moisture as his soft stubble rubbed the opening of her vagina. He licked and sucked until she was writhing and moaning beneath him, and then suddenly she felt his tongue probing inside her.

“Oh!”

His tongue plunged a little deeper, and he used the fingers of one hand to stimulate her swollen clitoris while he penetrated her in and out with his velvety tongue.

A climax started to wrack her body, and she convulsed, squeezing him with her thighs. “Oh, Yavi. Oh!”

He used his fingers and tongue to keep the pressure on while wave after wave of melty-hot ecstasy washed over her body. She felt as if she were being completely wrung out like a dishrag. Like every pleasure point in her body was squeezing and contracting, only to billow out again, stretching toward him, seeking his touch, craving his body, wanting to meld with him completely.

Eventually he released her from his sweet torture, caressing her thighs and hips a few seconds more. He freed her hands and wrapped them around his neck while he nuzzled her jawline. “Sundarra,” he whispered.

She found her voice, although it came out low and raspy. “What does that mean?”

“Beauty that overwhelms. It means when you’re helpless in the face of such beauty.”

“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” she groaned.

“Me too.”

“You too? How, when I am the one receiving all the pleasure?”

He caressed her hips as he kissed her neck, then spoke near her ear. “You are not the one receiving all the pleasure. Feeling you climaxing under me is a pleasure beyond belief, Sheir-zin.”

She hugged him closer. “How can I love you the same way?”

“Hold off on that for a moment longer. I want to give you another climax.” He stuffed her left hand under the pillow again.

“Another? But you—”

“Hush,” he ordered, pinning her right hand out of the way, under the pillow. He moved lower to trail kisses over her belly again, then spread her thighs wider and covered her with his mouth again. Graciella sucked in a sharp breath at the exquisite thrill of her still-swollen clitoris being even more sensitive to the strokes of his tongue than before. She felt his thumb stroking over the opening of her vagina, rubbing the inside rim gently, letting her get used to the sensation before pushing his thumb inside her just a bit. It stretched her, felt thick and tight inside her, and increased the pleasurable sensation of his hot mouth and tongue on her.

Within seconds she was moaning and writhing beneath him again.

He raised his head. “Hold back. Try not to release it yet.”

She tightened her belly, squeezing her eyes shut tight as he redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking with his lips and tongue. His thumb pressed slightly deeper inside her, and she felt herself contracting on it.

“I—I can’t…”

He raised his head, giving her a break. “Hold it if you can,” he urged gently.

She held her breath, willing herself to calm a bit.

He blew cool air over her wet clitoris, and she groaned.

He chuckled. “Are you under control, my sweet?”

“Barely.”

He licked her, and she convulsed, her climax right on the edge.

“Gods, Yavi,” she choked out. “Please…”

He blew on her again, softly. “Please what?”

She arched her back. “Please…help me!”

He chuckled and covered her aching clitoris with his mouth, licked her back and forth with his tongue, and pushed his thumb inside a bit further. An enormous wave that felt like molten lava claimed her body, and she lost all sense of time and space. The wave consumed her, pressing through her core and pushing out through every cell of her body. She arched off the mattress into his arms, moaning his name aloud, pushing herself against his hard frame.

“Graciella,” he groaned, stroking her back, her waist, her hips. “Beautiful love. Beautiful.” He devoured her neck, pressing her back against the pillows, smothering her with kisses.

“Gods,” she breathed, straining up against him. “How did you do that?”

He chuckled against her collarbone and lay on his side beside her. “It gets stronger if you hold back a bit.”

“Let me pleasure you. I have to make you feel that too. Show me what to do.”

He pulled her hand down to his cock, wrapped her fingers around it. “Touch me like you did earlier.”

She stroked him eagerly. “Lie on your back,” she suggested, and he complied. She rose up on one elbow to get better leverage, caressing him up and down.