Justice Falling (Falling #3)(35)
“Years since you’ve been touched…” He pinched each nipple lightly, incrementally adding pressure. A low-pitched mewl escaped my dry lips. I wetted them and sucked in quick breaths as he alternated between petting, twisting and plucking at both peaks simultaneously. Pleasure shot through me and I dug my nails deep into his thighs. “That’s it, Precious. I want you wild for me. I’m going to make you come just from playing with your perfect tits.”
Oh my God. The things he said, the words he used intensified my desire for him to embarrassing proportions. Wetness coated the thin fabric of my underwear. My hips undulated, moving up and down, all around, driven by an incessant throbbing in my clit, seeking the sweet pressure he was denying me.
“I love watching you fall apart in my arms,” he said as he added pressure to each nipple. The small pinch of pain coalesced into extreme pleasure. I closed my eyes tight, focused on the feeling of his fingers, single-handedly plucking me into oblivion. He was going to get his wish. I was going to soar into the clouds. The pressure built low in my spine. He shifted his hips and rubbed his erection against my clit, once, twice. I shook uncontrollably. My nails dug firmly into the thick muscle of his thighs.
“You’re stunning, Camille.” A wet sensation brought me from the precipice of orgasm until I looked down and watched his tongue come out to flick at one reddened erect peak. My nipples were so hard and tight they looked like pencil erasers. I moaned at the sight, never having felt this turned on in my life. His light eyes shone bright as he watched my face. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I had to watch. I needed to see him bring me over the edge. One of his dark brows crooked into a point as the flat of his tongue swirled in circles around a glistening tip.
It was too much. His eyes on me, body holding me flush against his golden skin. I tipped my head back, arched into him as the heavy ache between my legs grew, splintered, ready to blow. “Eyes, Camille.”
My eyes opened and held his. He put his lips to the over-sensitized tip and with a sexy grin, laid his mouth over it and sucked. Hard. That’s all it took. I crashed into nirvana. Long, drawing pulls from the tortured flesh sent ropes of pleasure directly to the aching space between my thighs. His hands grasped mine and held them above my head as a tingling, burning sensation, ripped through my limbs, trying to find a way for this extraordinary ball of energy to exit. He was relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm. Nipping, sucking, not letting up. Pleasure soared, swelled higher. Just when I thought I’d come down from the top, couldn’t withstand one more spike of pleasure, he switched breasts. I felt like I was going to explode. My body gyrated in thin air as he held me in place.
He wasn’t going to let me come down. I was convinced I would die from extreme joy when finally one of his hands plunged into my soaked panties, found the hard kernel of my clit with two fingers and massaged the tight knot.
I screamed out in agony, in pleasure, lost to the heaven that was his touch as a stronger, harder orgasm ripped through me. His mouth covered mine in a heated kiss, swallowing my cries. It was as if my body was possessed. My legs spread wide, accepting what he gave greedily. His hand jerked and tugged at my cleft, wringing every last tremor. Finally, his fingers slowed allowing me to come down from my second mind-bending release.
“God, Precious. I’m going to eat you alive. I have to. I can’t stop.” Nate’s eyes were wild and completely black with lust.
Before I could respond, he crawled down my body, kissing my nipples and giving them a little suck. I moaned with the pleasure pain, the peaks too sensitive for more attention but still reacting to his sweet torture. He didn’t play long, continuing down my body, nibbling each rib, licking into my navel. “Your scent. Bloody hell. Gotta have it.”
“What? Nate, what are you talking about?”
“Your taste on my tongue.” When the words hit my lust riddled brain I panicked. My thighs snapped together just after he pulled off my panties.
***
“Open, Precious.” I tapped each knee. She shook her head, her face unreadable.
I figured it was her, I’m-so-far-gone-out-of-my-mind-I-can’t-take-anymore look. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make it so good for you. I made you come sucking on your pretty tits, then by fingering that hard clit. Now I’m going to do it by licking your wet *.”
She bit her lip so hard the skin around it turned red. She shook her head again.
“Oh, yes and then, baby, I’m going to make you come so hard around my prick you’ll pass out screaming my name.”
“Jesus, Nate.” Her tone warned.
“Come on, open up.” I tugged at her knees. She didn’t let go. “Precious,” I looked at her face. Something had changed. Gone was the lust-filled gleam of moments ago. Excitement and lust no longer clouded her pretty features. What remained scared the hell out of me. It was the same frightened look she’d worn when she spotted Ty at lunch. “What’s wrong?”
“I…um. I’ve never done that…” Her voice trailed off.
“What?” The pleasure haze was softening and her words slowly seeped through but didn’t make sense. How was that even possible?
“Tyler never did that.” She pointed to the general vicinity of her sex then turned her head to the side, breaking eye contact. I wouldn’t have it. I needed her eyes. They said so much more than she was able to verbalize.