Page 137 of Serpent & Saviors

Finding it again, my lips closed powerfully over it, and I sucked hard. She yelped as her back arched and her hand tightened in my hair to keep my head in place. I scraped my teeth over it before sucking hard once more. Bringing my other hand up, I teased her other nipple with the feather I was holding. She asked to be teased with sensory play and toys. Easily within my wheelhouse, so I aimed to please.

Ravaging her with my mouth, I marked her as I lightly swept the feather back and forth under and above the right nipple, but never touching it. My mouth switched sides. This time I let the feather trail down her waist and hip, down to her exposed center.

My head moved once more to the other nipple and kissed around it, circling it, teasing her. Her hand glided my head, over her nipple so I gave in and sucked. Her back arched, and I slid my fingers under it, ever so lightly, touching her skin.

My hand stopped on the small of her back, and shivers raced up and down her body. I pulled my lips away and laughed loudly when she grabbed the pillow under her head and brought it up to her mouth and screamed into it.

I kissed further down until I was at the juncture of her thighs. She yanked the pillow off and threw it. My tongue slipped out and flicked her outer lips, just touching them, giving her a quick taste of what was to come. Her fingers entangled in my hair once more.

“I swear, I don’t know if I should push you away or pull you closer. I need your tongue inside my pussy, Sir.”

“I can tell. But I wonder if you’re desperate enough just yet. I don’t know. I can feel how much you want it, but is the ache deep enough? Is it driving you to utter abandonment? I’d say we have a way to go first. I’m aiming to give you what you asked for. Check in with me, please.”

“Green, Sir. But I’m a little afraid.”

“Of?”

“Losing control completely.”

“I thought you said you trusted me?”

“I do,” she whimpered.

“Then trust the process and let me continue. Because I promise you, if you do, that is exactly what will happen. It might seem scary, but it will be beautiful, too.”

My tongue flicked back out, this time sliding between her pussy lips and delving inside. I’d made up my mind. The night had officially begun, and as she gripped my hair; I knew she understood. Heat radiated from her, and I ran my tongue up the warm opening, pushed in and tasted her.

Moving up to her clit, it quivered as if anticipating the feel of my touch. Instead, I moved to the right side of her pussy. My tongue slowly danced over the silky inner crease where the tendon of her leg was.

She convulsed and shivered on the bed. My hand brought the trusty feather back into play. I trailed it along her inner thigh as I cupped her ass hard in my other hand. My mouth fell to her pussy, where my tongue pushed once more inside her. Slight tremors coursed through her as my tongue moved to drawing circles small and tight around her swollen clit.

I took my time building the sensation of sexual tension until her body was so tightly wound, goosebumps popped up all over her. Every nerve ending in her body was firing. I continued with the feather, bringing it up her stomach and toward her breasts.

The feather was long enough that I could run it across them both at the same time. As I teased her nipples, lightly stroking them, she moaned my name. The sound was one I’d become accustomed to hearing. She was close.

Her orgasm was pulsing through her and would wash over her any minute now. Her fingers laced tightly in my hair, and she pushed her pussy up to me, arching and pulling on the restraints, and I continued playing with her. I released her clit, pulling my mouth back. I moved the feather away from her nipples.

“No,” she begged.

“Angel, your blood is pounding through your veins, every last one of your muscles are so tightly wound. You’re ready for the explosive release, aren’t you? You were so close it was right there and now it’s hovering, unable to burst through, huh?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, throwing her free hand over her face.

“Welcome to a light edging 101 class,” I teased before putting the feather on the bed next to her.

I reached down. Her muffled cries as she arched her hips up, wanting me to put my mouth on her wet pussy, was just the distraction I needed. She begged. Her words were garbled, with little bits here and there filtering through. The occasional please, I need it, don’t do this to me, and then more begging.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Please, Sir, if you love me, you would let me come.”

She drew the last syllable out, and it masked the low hum that filled the air. When she finally heard it, her eyes whipped open, and she whimpered.

“Angel, did you just try to manipulate me for your orgasm?”

“No,” she breathed, panting. “I just really want to come. Don’t you want me to come for you, Sir?”

“See, before you asked, I was just going to tease you a little, but now. Now I think we’re going to have to drag this out.”