Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(104)
His words reassured me, as I’m sure he knew they would. He knew me by now—knew my body better than anyone else but me. I was sure he would be able to touch me in just the right away. I felt confident I could relax and let him taste me.
But knowing something and actually doing it are two different things. I was tight as a wire when Laish finally leaned in again and I felt his hot breath against my open *. I tensed up, almost without knowing it, but he released some of my tensing by placing a soft, tender kiss on the right side of my *. Then the left side…then the right again.
I was just beginning to really relax when he licked instead of kissing. He opened his mouth and sucked gently at the left side of my *, giving my outer folds a soft, sucking kiss.
I couldn’t hold back a moan as he did it to the other side as well. Goddess, it felt so good but was he ever going to get to my clit? I could feel it throbbing for attention, begging to be touched. I wanted him to lick me there but at the same time I wasn’t sure how it would feel. We’d already established that I was too sensitive to stand direct contact when he was touching me. Would he be able to taste me in such a delicate area or would it be too much? The panties had provided a barrier between us to keep things from getting too intense. What would his mouth and tongue feel like on me with them gone?
I didn’t have long to wonder. For at that moment, Laish finally stopped kissing and licking my outer * and began to explore my inner folds.
I’d been afraid he might poke me with the tip of his tongue or start lashing my sensitive little nub with it but I needn’t have worried. He was a demon of lust, after all—he knew exactly how to touch and taste me. Pressing the flat of his tongue to my *, he rubbed gently back and forth. It was the tiniest action imaginable and yet I felt completely stimulated. My entire * felt enveloped by the heat and wetness of his mouth and the small but persistent back and forth motion made my clit swell and throb with need. Sparks of pleasure shot through me and somehow I found my hands buried in his thick, black hair.
The long strands felt like silk against my fingers and the heat of his mouth pressed against my open * made me feel like every nerve in my body was on fire with pleasure. I moaned and pressed up against him, creating a motion of my own that felt just right.
His hands tightened on my thighs, letting me know he liked my reaction and he pressed forward, lapping my inner folds as though I was an ice cream cone of his very favorite flavor. I gasped at this new sensation and bucked my hips up, riding his tongue shamelessly.
“Laish,” I moaned. “Oh, Goddess, please…”
Somewhere in the back of my head the judgmental little voice was whispering that I was being bad…going against everything Grams had taught me. But I could barely hear it anymore. I could feel the pleasure building inside me as Laish lapped me, pushing me higher and higher as he teased me gently but persistently with his tongue.
Just as I was beginning to feel like I couldn’t take much more, he pulled back for a moment and looked up at me.
“Gods, Gwendolyn, you taste so sweet,” he growled hoarsely. “Your cunt honey is delicious. I could come just from tasting you.”
His dirty talk made me even hotter and I liked the idea of him getting so turned on by tasting me that he came himself. I couldn’t help remembering all the hot cream that had pulsed over my fist the night before. Then, for some reason, I wondered what it would feel like inside me—inside my *. Would it feel as hot as it had on my hand? Would he fill me to overflowing?
Stop it Gwendolyn, I scolded myself. Don’t think like that—you’re not going there!
“What is it, mon ange?” Laish was looking at me intently, his eyes still half-lidded with lust. “Why do you bite your lip and look so conflicted? Are you not enjoying yourself?”
“I am,” I admitted uncertainly. “I was just…thinking.”
“About what?” He lowered his head and placed another hot, openmouthed kiss on my open *. I tried not to moan as I felt his soft lips brush my throbbing clit.
“About what you said—that you could come just from, uh, tasting me.”
“And?” The thought intrigues you?” He raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a little smile.
“Yes,” I admitted. “It…turns me on. I was thinking…remembering how much you came when I touched you last night. And it made me wonder—” I stopped abruptly.
“Wonder what? Come, mon ange, tell me.” He nuzzled me gently and took a long, slow lick of my *, dragging his tongue lightly over my clit and making me writhe and moan.
“Made me wonder what it would feel like against me…inside me.” I could feel myself squirming in embarrassment but somehow I couldn’t seem to stop talking. “Not that I want you to…you know, come in me. I don’t want you to. But I couldn’t help wondering…”
“What it would feel like to give yourself completely?” Watching my face, he reached down and slipped two long, strong fingers deep inside my *. “What it would feel like to have my cock buried to the hilt in your sweet little cunt?”
As he spoke he thrust up hard. A little cry of pure lust escaped me as I felt him press against the end of my channel, illustrating his point. I arched my back and he licked me again, laving my clit with his tongue while his eyes never left my face.