Craving
A wild, hot need burned inside Amanda. She thought she knew what it was like to experience pure bliss. She’d given her body to Jason so many times, but never like this.
What he was doing started a crazy, uncontrolled burn, a spark that sprang into a terrifying fire that blazed through her, over her, swallowing her whole.
If she thought the feather was torture, his mouth, that blissful, amazing mouth, was another thing entirely.
A half strangled moan was ripped from her throat as Jason’s warm mouth closed over her already aching nipple. She couldn’t see him, but she could tell from the way the bed dipped, that he was kneeling beside her, leaning over her. She wanted to move her hands, to tangle her fingers in his thick, black hair, to tug his head up to her mouth or down, down much lower.
The rasp of his stubbled chin hit her over sensitive flesh, the sandpapery rasp sending a thousand jolting shocks of pain and pleasure ripping right to her core. Everything, every movement, every gentle rasp and hard suckle was echoed so much lower, as the soaking wet, swollen juncture between her thighs.
Jason chose that moment to nip her gently. He scraped his teeth gently over her nipple and she nearly shot off the bed. Another hard moan was torn from her throat, animalistic and wild in nature. Her hands itched to move, to discover, to instruct, but she forced them to remain at her sides. She dug her nails into the soft patchwork quilt and gripped hard. She kept her legs straight though her heels longed to dig into the bed as she spread her legs in a silent plea for him to touch her there.
Ignoring what she needed most, intent on torturing her to death, Jason raised his head. His tongue flicked out and licked her nipple and another explosion of sparks lit up inside of her stomach, her chest, her throbbing pussy.
He pulled back, his saliva still warm, cooling in the colder air of their bedroom. He blew gently, the softest of breaths and, if it was even possible, her nipple hardened further.
She was so wet that moisture trickled down her thigh. Her hips bucked upwards at the next touch, as Jason trailed hot kisses over her chest, over her collarbones, along her jawline, nipping, licking, until he found her other breast. He suckled her other nipple the same way he’d taken the first, gentle yet eager. His tongue played over her and the gentle pulls of his mouth nearly sent her rocketing into another dimension.
Amanda hadn’t known it was possible to be so damn turned on when she’d hardly even been touched in the spot she longed for most.
She was about to beg him again, beg for his mouth on her pussy, when Jason’s sweet, sensual mouth released her nipple. He shifted down, licking and suckling her belly. Her hips jacked upwards, pushing herself into his hot mouth. His lips and teeth and tongue scraped over her, circled her, igniting a burning fire in her already heated flesh.
She ground her teeth against the onslaught of passion. She felt Jason move over her. His large head caressed her leg just above her knee, his touch so warm and infinitely gentle. He slowly, sweetly, urged her thighs apart.
“I have to taste you. I can’t pretend that this isn’t torture for me as well.”
She shudder at his words, at his admitted weakness. It always gave her a rush, a sense of feminine power, of sweet, aching love to hear just how much he craved her. She loved that he was as senseless as she was when they came together, that their words shifted and collided and permanently changed.
She let her legs fall open, giving him that part of herself that she longed most to give. The blind fold really did heighten every single sense, every sensation. It felt a little like the first time they’d ever done this.
“Oh lord, you smell so delicious. All womanly and ready and ripe for me.”
A hot rush of wicked heat flew to her cheeks at his husky utterance. She was so far gone, in the throes of pleasure and desire that she didn’t even have a chance to feel awkward about the position or the fact that she couldn’t see him while he was so blatantly staring at her.
The first rasp of his bearded chin against her tender flesh nearly finished her. When his tongue touched her overheated flesh, it was almost unbearable. She didn’t want to find her climax right at the start. She wanted to enjoy him, to let him take her there slowly, until she could no longer bear it.
She ground her teeth and took a deep breath. He must have sensed how ready she was because it was a couple seconds before his tongue returned. His mouth was hot, gentle, suckling and tasting, caressing, exploring. He didn’t use his fingers and he stayed away from her clit. It was a good thing too. One flick and she would have shattered into a thousand pieces.
Jason explored her leisurely, sweetly and all the while she tensed further and further, the flames of her internal fire licking over her skin, twisting her insides into a hard knot.
She was unprepared for the hard sensation of Jason’s tongue, twirling over her, dancing harder, more purposeful, waiting for her to join him. She gasped, her hips rocking hard into his face in a motion she couldn’t control.
Every single one of her muscles clenched, waiting for the final movement that would shatter her.
Jason’s tongue glided over her folds and found her entrance. She tensed and he waited, prolonging the sweet moment until she thought she would die from it not happening.
Finally, when her entire body was drawn so tight she felt she was going to snap from the tension, his tongue entered her. He lapped at her, flicking her entrance hard, swirling over her in heated strokes designed to bring her to the dizzying heights of pleasure.
His tongue moved faster, harder, twirling over her, all the while skipping her clit. He forced his tongue into her entrance over and over. It was the growl he released, a sound torn from his throat, completely animal in nature, a tortured, low, wicked sound that finally set off her release.
Her body shook and her tortured cries of ecstasy echoed off the cabin’s walls. She writhed under his touch.
And then, then, because he knew her better than anyone else on earth, his tongue flicked up to her clit.
Was it possible to climax while climaxing? She didn’t know but that place in the clouds she’d just flown to turned completely black. Spots of color exploded behind her closed eyes and she floated, higher and higher, the waves of pleasure crashing over her, wringing her out, hardly fading in intensity at all. The shards of pleasure ripped through her, tearing her apart and making her whole.
She felt the bed shake violently, heard the strangled moans of Jason’s own pleasure. The guttural rasps were torn from his throat and she wondered, in the dim, foggy recess of her mind, if he’d found his own climax along with her.
When she finally came down from the incredible high, she reached up and removed the blindfold. Her arm and hand felt like it had turned to water. She could barely remove the thin silk band from her face.
She stared down at Jason, who blinked back at her in wonderment.
“That has never happened before,” Jason admitted. A shaky, uncertain laugh shook his massive shoulders. “This was supposed to be all about your own pleasure. I just couldn’t hold back.” A look akin to wonderment passed over his eyes.
Tenderness flooded Amanda’s chest. She shifted, making more room for Jason on the bed. “Come here,” she whispered. “That was incredible. What I would love more than anything else is for you just to hold me.”
“Should I… uh- change first?” He actually looked uncertain.
“If you want to take off all your clothes, I think that would best.” She winked at him and let her legs fall open wider.
Jason let out a low growl in his throat. She couldn’t help but giggle as he shot off the bed faster than she’d ever seen him move.