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I obey, opening my legs wide, inviting him in. He moves between them and I feel the scratch of his stubble on the inside of my thigh a moment before his tongue makes contact with my clit.
His hot, wet tongue moves in a rhythm that is both fast and slow, his lips and teeth grazing me in a way that sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I grip the sheets beneath me, moaning and arching my back in response. He drags his tongue down my inner thighs before finding his way back to my clit, his fingers gently massaging me as he flicks his tongue against me.
I writhe beneath him, aching for more, needy and desperate. He slides a finger inside me, eliciting another moan. He moves it in and out of me in time with his tongue on my clit, building the pressure inside me until I can’t take it any longer. My orgasm washes over me, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
He doesn’t let up, continuing his attention even as my body shakes and trembles. His tongue never stops moving, his fingers thrusting into me until I’m so sensitive that even his breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine.
Finally, he pulls away, leaving me panting and breathless on the bed. I feel the dampness between my legs, and for a moment, a flash of shame washes over me. I tilt my head up, glad for the blindfold because my eyes are blurry with lust and tears.
“That was...fuck…yeah…no words,” I manage to say, my voice still shaky.
He chuckles, a deep and sexy sound that only turns me on more. “You have no idea,” he replies, his voice seeming to gleam with satisfaction.
He kisses me gently on the lips, his tongue tasting the remnants of our passion. I can taste myself on him, the salty sweetness of my arousal mingling with his own. It’s a heady mix, one that only serves to turn me on even more.
“We have to stop soon, don’t we?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, sweetheart. Not yet, though.”
He moves back down my body, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my skin again. This time he moves with more urgency, as if my reminding him that our time is limited, has him wanting to make the most of every moment.
I moan softly as his tongue traces the outline of my hips, moving lower until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He breathes in the scent of my arousal, a sweet, intoxicating mixture of perfume and sweat.
His hands grip my legs, spreading them wider, and I buck my hips towards him, wanting to feel his mouth on me again.
Who have I become? Since when am I so needy and greedy for more?
He kisses my inner thighs, and I shudder as his lips travel higher, until he finally reaches the delicate skin where my thighs meet my abdomen. I feel his lips press gently against me, and then his tongue slides inside, tasting me, teasing me with every flick and lick.
With each touch, my body responds, trembling and arching as he moves lower, exploring the sensitive skin around my entrance. I can feel his stubble grazing my inner thighs, tickling me, turning me on even more.
Suddenly, he pushes two fingers inside of me, and I cry out in surprise and pleasure. He thrusts them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue on my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and I know that I’m close to the edge. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, helpless against the wave of pleasure crashing over me.
With a low groan, I come hard, my body shaking and bucking against him. He doesn’t stop his assault on my sensitive flesh, instead continuing to thrust his fingers inside me, lapping up my juices with his tongue until I’m boneless beneath him.
“I love watching you fall apart, Angel,” he says, sounding pleased. “I could do this forever. If you were mine, I’d keep you chained to the bed, so that I can have my fill of you any time I wanted. I’d make you hoarse with cries of pleasure. Mark every inch of your flesh as mine. Make your stomach swell with the evidence of how much I desire you… But that’s not to be. The time we have is fleeting, and I know that soon I’ll have to let you go, even if I don’t want to.”
Something in me breaks. The thought of never feeling his touch again sends my stomach plummeting. With a gasp, I pull him down towards me, trying to fill the void left in my heart.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t go.”
“I can’t stay, Angel,” he says, his voice low and rough. “But I’ll never forget you.”
I feel a tear slip down my cheek, as I wonder what might have been. I know that I’ll never find anyone who could match the intensity of what we shared.
“Angel.” He takes me in his arms and kisses my tear away. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why I feel so emotional. “This has been perfect. You’re perfect. In another life, I’d never let you go.”
He kisses me one last time, his tongue tasting me again, his hands caressing my body. I hold onto him, not wanting to let go, but knowing that I have no choice.
“I’m going to get dressed, Angel, and then I’ll run you a nice bath. Take your time, there’s no rush to leave and I bet you’ll be glad to remove that blindfold.”
He slowly pulls away, and I feel the ache in my chest immediately.
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, why I feel so desperate to keep him with me. I know that this is only a fleeting moment in time, a night of passion that will soon fade into a memory – one I’ll cherish forever.
But for now, I’m lost in the intensity of our connection. The words he whispered to me, the things he did to me, they’ve left an indelible mark on my soul. I know that I’ll never forget him, that I’ll carry the memory of him with me always.
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.
