“You’re fucking perfect,” he says. He doesn’t waste a moment. He buries his face between my parted thighs, and the moment his tongue brushes my clit, I arch my back and sink my head farther into the pillow. His tongue is velvety warm, and his fingers press into the soft skin of my thighs as he gives me the best head of my life.
“You taste so sweet,” he moans, and I have to gasp in the air as another wave of pleasure washes over me.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
I’ve never come from oral sex. It’s not something I’ve had a lot of experience with in the past. But lying here now, with Axel’s head buried between my legs and his tongue torturing my clit, I’m wondering why the hell I haven’t.
My pulse rages against my throat, and my breathing picks up speed. His tongue is masterful as it laps at me, licking and penetrating me with slow, torturous strokes.
He moans and it vibrates through me.
“I could eat your pussy all night.” He tongues my clit and I whimper at the sensation. “It’s making me hard again. So fucking hard.”
My fingers curl into the mattress. Raw pleasure streams through me, funneling into every limb, setting fire to my body and making me tremble. I’m going to come. The tension builds and then detonates when he slides his finger into me and fucks me with both his tongue and finger. A thousand spangles of light shower my brain, and I cry out as I come hard. My orgasm is long and intense, and he continues to fuck me with his tongue through it.
I sink like a ragdoll into the mattress. I am boneless.
“I just came on your face,” I breathe out.
He lifts his head and his lips glisten.
“I love feeling you come against my lips,” he says, rising up on his knees.
My eyes fall to his cock. It juts up from between his powerful thighs, and is thick and long, and so fucking hard. I’m aching to touch it. Aching to feel it open me and fill me with every hot inch.
He sees me looking and takes it in his hand.
“You want this?”
I do. But I also want to see him jerk it. The idea lights a new fire in me.
“I want to see you touch yourself,” I say, and a small, aroused smile tugs at his shiny lips.
He does as I say, he tightens his big fingers around it and gives it a few pumps.
Instantly, heat rushes through my veins.
“Is this what you like?” he asks, stroking himself.
It is.
I bite down on my lip, my breathing picking up again as I watch him making himself more aroused. A pearl of pre-cum pools at the broad head and leaks down the thick shaft. My lips part with a moan, my mouth is wet, I want to taste him again.
“Yeah, you like this? You like turning me on and then making me fuck my hand?”
I do.
I’m so tight with need as I watch him. I want to see him make himself come. I want to watch his big hand slide up and down the thick shaft, making it harder, thicker, making his balls tighten and his breathing quicken. I want to see the shimmer of ecstasy on his face as he starts to come and then ejaculates between us.
But I’m also dying to feel the fullness of him in me.
I want his cock to fill me. I want to feel his body of hard muscle burning against mine as he fucks me hard.
But right now, I want to watch him jerk off in front of me more than anything.
“I like watching you,” I breathe.
He cocks an eyebrow. “If it’s good enough for me, then it’s good enough for you, princess. I want you to touch your pussy. I want to watch you pleasure yourself while I’m jerking my cock.”
I do as he wishes. I am already feeling needy between my thighs again. When I slide my hand down my body and push it between my legs, a new pulse takes up in my clit.
“That’s it, princess. Christ, you make me so damn hard. Playing with that beautiful pussy.” He lets out a groan and drags his hand down to the root of his cock before slowly dragging it back up to the tip. He bites down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, baby, you look so good.”
I hear him. See him. But a new tension begins to build, and my eyes flutter with the approaching wave. I’ve never made myself come in front of anyone before. Not intentionally. But now, with Axel, I am about to do just that. I can feel it building. I moan and whimper beneath my own touch, my eyes riveted to him kneeling at my feet, stroking his thick cock, his hips gently rocking, his pulse thumping wildly against his throat.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Give it to me.” He eases his hand and jerks his cock slowly. “It’s making me so damn hot for you. Look at how hard you make me.”
His words. The image of him stroking himself. My fingers sliding over the nub of nerves. It’s all too much and I start to come, and I don’t give a goddamn that he’s watching. In fact, it’s turning me on knowing I am doing this in front of him, knowing it is making him hard.
“Oh, Axel … oh God …” My toes curl and my legs start to shake.
“Come for me, baby.” He groans. “Fuck, Lauren … you’re going to make me come again.”
I arch my back as my second orgasm sweeps over me. My pussy throbs and I cry out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the ecstasy consumes me.
Axel growls. “Fuck!”
My eyes open just as he starts coming, and I watch, fascinated as large, white streams of cum ejaculate from his cock. His face shimmers with euphoria and his hand slows as more and more streams pulse from him.
“Goddamn,” he groans, his eyebrows slamming together. His eyes close and he lets out a shaky breath, his big body shuddering with his release.
When he opens his eyes, it takes him a moment to focus.
Slowly, he smiles, and it is the most breathtaking smile I have ever seen.
We say nothing. Both of us heavy and dazed in the hazy afterglow. And for a moment neither of us move, we just look at each other as our breathing begins to even out.
He slides over me to plant a kiss on my lips and his heat engulfs me. “You’re fucking incredible.”
I smile up at him, warm and happy. “Wait until you actually fuck me.”
So far we’ve made each other come with our mouths, not to mention with our own hands. But I’ve yet to feel that euphoric sensation of his cock slide through my pussy and penetrate deep into me.
His hand finds my breast and he tenderly begins to stroke it.
“The night is still young.” He kisses me again. “And I promise you, Lauren, by the end of it you will be well and truly fucked.”
Chapter Eighteen
AXEL
We fall asleep to the sound of the sleet rattling against the roof. When I wake up, the clock on the wall reads 11:27. The space beside me is empty, and when I sit up, I see Lauren is seated at the large bay window, looking out into the night. In the soft glow of the fire, she looks like a statue, her skin flawless and smooth, her body right out of a sculptor’s dream.
I leave the bed and cross the room to stand behind her. But we don’t speak. There’s no need.
Instead, I bend my head to kiss the smooth skin on the back of her neck, and she trembles beneath my touch. With a sigh, her head falls to the side, exposing her milky throat, and I kiss my way along the polished skin up to her jaw, along her chin, and finally to her parted lips. She moans and I kiss her, gently at first, but as our bodies respond to the exquisite touching, gentle is replaced with urgency and our desire roars to life.