NALEDI’S POV
My body shook as he rocked me to oblivion, using his middle finger.
I was laid on the bed, legs sprawled wide apart as he thrusted his finger into my pussy. Adding an extra finger when I was well on the brink of insanity.
This was the release I didn’t know I needed. Caellum kissed every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of sparks and igniting a need that only he could fill.
“Caellum..” I moaned as I let go of the floodgates. “You…”
“Hush…” His deep voice found its way to my ears. He bit my earlobe and I think I might have discovered a new kink of mine. “We have the entire night to go.”
His words were a promise of more to come. A promise of a taste of heaven. I didn’t know If I was ready for that. But I guess I was about to find out.
Caellum helped me ride out my high, and just when I was getting a hold of my senses, his lips descended on my pussy. Giving it a hot make-out session that had me shaking with need as I tried to get out of his hold.
It was all too much. The pleasure. I couldn’t breathe.
“Caellum.. Please…” I begged, avoiding his traitorous lips that did dirty things to me.
Caellum was deaf to my pleas, he continued his sweet assault on my pussy. My nerves knotted, producing an exhilarating feeling of intense, raw and unprecedented pleasure.
Just when I was adjusting to the sweet assault of his lips, he slowed his pace, leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied. In dire need of a release, I rocked myself on his lips, hoping to get myself there when he suddenly stopped.
Making the experience even more frustrating. My eyes flew open and only then did I realise my eyes were closed. “W-why?” I muttered, more like whined,
“Don’t,” Caellum said, his intense brown orbs filled with lust. “Don’t ever try that again.”
At this point, I was lost. Was he talking about my disobedience or the fact I literally just tried to get myself off using his lips as my tool?
Caellum launched back to me as one starved. It felt like he was trying to make a point. One that told me I could never get myself off the way he could. Like I could never pleasure myself in the way he could.
With every swirl, thrust and lick of his tongue, I was indoctrinated into that belief. Caellum left no stones unturned when it came to pleasuring a woman. So much so I wondered if this was a skill he’d honed by multiple sexual partners and experience or his capabilities were credited to the mate bond we shared.
One long lick down there and I lost track of my thoughts. All I knew was that Caellum was doing a fucking good job and I didn’t want it to end. In fact, the thought of what his dick could do if his tongue wreaked such havoc made me thirsty.
Thirsty to have him inside me. Screwing me silly and ruining me for everyone else. Because I knew he was going to spoil me silly. There were no two ways about it. No one could top him at this point.
That fact drained was inside my head by Caellum. Quite literally.
Caellum came up for air, and with a sly grin, he climbed me, meeting my face with a devious look in his eyes. I could tell he wanted to kiss me. He wanted to give me a taste of my juices.
And if I was being honest, that was the sexiest thing in the world.
I dragged his face and kissed him with fervour. The kiss deepened and I wrapped my thighs around his strong torso, gyrating my cooch on his erect dick.
I wanted to feel him. His lengthy girth. And so I did. With one arm, I found my way between us, unbuttoned his pants and let my hands wander down wonderland.
Caellum growled between our clash of tongues as soon as my hands found him. My little monster. My hand groped his length as much as the space could manage and his laboured breath told me I was doing something right.
And I never wanted to stop.
I turned him around, getting on top of him. Our faces were inches apart as I slowly dug out his dick like some hidden treasure. The little monster sprag-free, giving me a salute while at it.
I rubbed his dick, making little movements as I watched him react to my assault. Caellum was one hell of a man. He watched me with what I believed to be amusement as my hands went thro and fro his dick.
The only thing that gave away how affected he was by my little ministrations was the little groans, grunts and slight closing of his eyes here and there. I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to hear him, to make him beg like I did. Make him leak twice as much as he made me cum.
Was that too much to ask?
Caellum crossed his hands behind his head, giving me a free rule to do what I wanted. He wasn’t half as affected as I wanted him to be. Or he was doing a poor job showing it.
An evil smile made its way to my lips as an idea came into my head. Who says I couldn’t make him beg, or drive him so crazy with pleasure he forgot his first name?
I let go of his little man – trust me, he was anything but little – that bit was clear at this point.
My little change in demeanour was not left unspotted by Caellum. He raised a perfectly arched brow as I went down the floor, face to face with my little monster. He gave me one hell of a blow job. It’ll be unfair if I didn’t return the darned favour.
Or at least tried to.
I kissed the tip of his burger and a hiss escaped Caellum’s throat. My lips stretched in a smile. “Gotcha.”