Page 30 of Apple of His Eye
I flatten my tongue against her and lick from top to bottom and back again. Letting her salty tang rest on my tongue, when I focus on the little bundle of nerves at the apex. Her moans throatily, raking her hairs through my hair, pinning me in place.
“Yes, Kohen, right there…”
I suck her clit into my mouth and plunge a digit into her slick channel. She combusts a second later, fucking my face and coming all over my hand.
It is a sight and sound I can get used to, but also one I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of. The way her body accepts the power I hold over her, it’s fucking addictive.
One…
She only gets to control one, though.
The rest of her orgasms are mine.
ELEVEN
EVERLEIGH
Itried to hold it in, to hold myself back from the edge he had me teetering on, but the second his mouth latched onto my clit, it was out of my control.
Wave after wave crashed over me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Yes, I’ve touched myself, but I’ve never been able to make myself feel this way. If I’m honest, I never understood why women liked to have a man’s mouth between their legs. I always worried I didn’t smell right or look too appealing.
Now, I get it.
But it is more than the sensation of his hot, wet tongue on me. It’s the way he quieted my fears and worries, expressing how beautiful I was—how perfect my pussy looked to him.
Damn. I think I could live with Kohen’s mouth between my legs for the rest of my life. I am not kidding. It’s like heaven on earth.
“Kohen, I want you,” I mewl, feeling the last wave wash intense warmth into my limbs, but the ache I felt is still there. It wasn’t enough. I need more.
“Patience,” he murmurs, his mouth and tongue swirling on me in ways that make my toes curl and the pressure build again. This time he slips a second finger inside me, and the stretch adds to the pleasure.
I try rocking against his mouth, but his free arm clamps across my middle and he removes his mouth to glare up at me.
“You don’t come until I say you can, wildcat. Do you hear me?” His words leave me breathless, contributing to the feeling growing deep inside of me. I feel heady and unable to focus on anything but the vibrations and zings he acts sparks in my body.
“Yes,” I whisper, not entirely sure what I’m agreeing to because all I can think of is how much I want to come again. My answer must’ve pleased him, though, because a second later he is licking and tasting me again.
This time with fervor, like a man on a mission.
His fingers plunge relentlessly, hooking inside of me and hitting the right spot, making me see stars.
Holy…
“Hold on to it, wildcat,” he warns, and I glance down to find his midnight eyes on me. Seeing his mouth connected at the most sensitive part of me—nearly makes me come again. But I hold back, panting and focusing on how much I don’t want him to stop.
Oh, my god…
He hums with approval and adds a third finger to the mix. The sensation is almost unbearable. Between his tongue and fingers, I don’t know how much more my body can take before I combust. But his command keeps me from tumbling down into the cavernous abyss.
“Please,” I breathe, looking down into his eyes, getting lost in their depths. “I need to come.”
“Good girl, wildcat.” His praise does something to me, and I realize I like it. We’ve been so combative the last few weeks, and I want his praise. “You’re so fucking wet. Are you ready to come for me?”
“Please,” I beg, needing the release more than my next breath. He has me twisted up and desperate for him, for what he can give me. For what he controls.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he commands, releasing his hold on my hips, and allowing my hips to move with the tempo he’s set.