Lydia.” The words rolled off his tongue like a soft growl. He dropped a kiss on the rise of her mound. His hand traveled down the length of her legs and peeled off her socks. He pushed her thighs apart, then pressed several fingers on her and moved them up and down the seam of her sex, over her panties.
Sensation contracted and unfolded through her flesh, enhanced by the lacy material of the undergarment. He pinched the upper part of the panties, drawing the seams together tightly, just enough to cover her inner labia. The stretched material caused delicious friction on her clitoris.
She let out a ragged sigh as he stroked and nipped the exposed fleshy skin of her sex, one side, then the other. A tantalizing hint of fangs. She waxed regularly, so most of her pussy was smooth. Her hips rotated upward, communicating her body’s urgency. He pressed a finger to her clit and a pulse of pleasure rippled around the bud. A downward sweep, more fang pressure, a frisson of pain.
A gasp escaped her, nails biting into her palms. Devil!
He pulled a part of the material to the side, just enough to expose the area under her clit.
The heat of his tongue swirled over her. Slow, controlled strokes. Her hips bucked and he held them down. His method of sweet torture dawned on her. The pleasure was more intense than she expected. This was a part of her body other men had neglected. Lazy licks, gentle sucking. Deliberate control of her climax. He went lower, caressed the aching flesh above her orifice while her hands twisted against the restraint.
Finally, he glided his mouth down to the part that ached for him most and sucked the swollen flesh into his mouth with a gruff moan.
“Ohh!” A wave of pleasure unfurled, followed by another. When he pressed his tongue between her lips, arousal trickled downward. She felt him drink her juice, all the while keeping pressure on her throbbing clit. She was going to come if he kept this up. He lifted his head and caught her gaze. The dark depths glinted with raw desire. Her arousal glistened on his full mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped. In one motion, he ripped her panties from her body and tossed them aside.
Then he parted the flesh around her clit and circled the bud with his tongue, slow strokes, then faster, harder as she squirmed under him, her body clamoring for release. Coils of pleasure tightened and unfurled, shuddering through her in tiny quakes. When he sucked the aching bud into his mouth, sensation exploded inside her. He inserted two long fingers into her flesh, curled them upward and rubbed hard while pleasuring her clit. She’d barely finished her first orgasm when she caught a second, equally intense. It bowed her off the bed, made her scream his name. The tremors still gripped her and he continued, pushing her off the edge once more.
Lydia whimpered and went limp. “Adrian…please.” Her lids drooped.
“Please stop or please more?”
“No…yes.”
A deep chuckle.
His mouth and teeth stroked the delicate skin of her inner thighs and when she no longer felt his touch, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He’d straightened, his cock jutting out at a high angle. She wanted to break free of the binds and grab that big cock, pull it deep inside her. She needed him, wasn’t fully quenched.
As if reading her mind, he said, “Tell me what you want, Lydia.”
Brazenly, her gaze fixed on his erection. “You. Inside me…deep and hard.” Her response was little more than a rasp.
A primal growl of satisfaction and hunger rumbled in his throat. Sleek muscles rippled as he leaned over her and unfastened her binds. She pulled them off and watched him glide his cock’s head up and down her aching slit, the bare contact almost electric. She pushed herself up on her elbows and spread her legs wider.
Mesmerized, she watched his head disappear between her folds, the latter stretching around his thick flesh as he went deeper. At least nine inches of hot vampire
Aziz Ansari, Eric Klinenberg