Page 72 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

“Naz, please.” I hate the begging in my voice, but I’m sowet and needy.

“Tell me,” he says, not lookingaway from my pussy. “What do you want?”

My hips are pumping, and I reach behind my neck to untie thehalter. My breasts spill free, and I cup one of them. His eyes snap up, and hisbreathing harshens as I roll my nipple.

“I can do this for myself, you know,”I say, sliding one hand between my legs.

His big hand grasps my wrist with firm gentleness andpresses it to my side on the bed. He watches my fingers tweaking my nipple,watches the tip harden and burgeon. I squeeze as much for the sensation as forhis reaction, which is a tightening of his mouth. I drag my hand away from mybreast and try again to reach between my legs.

“I wanna take this off.” I reachfor the crystal clamp.

“Don’t you fucking touch it.” Hisvoice is Brillo and velvet, and the command in it makes me shiver. “I’ll doit.”

And then, my god, he does.

He pulls back the lips, opening me like the petals of aflower, and lowers his mouth to me.

Barely.

His tongue traces the clamp, licking and sucking in littlewisps of touch.

“Oh, god, Naz,” I moan. “I need you to—”

“I know, baby,” he breathes over my wetness. “Let me takecare of you.”

With his tongue and teeth, he toys with the clamp until itpulls free of my clit. The blood flow that wassuppressed all night rushes to that one point on mybody in a flood of pain and pleasure. Both wash over me in waves, and I shudderas the sensations do battle in my nerve endings. Before I have the chance todecide if it hurts more than it feels good, he’s there, sucking me into hismouth. Soothing the nerves and stimulating them simultaneously. With one hand,he peels me back and opens his mouth wide over me, ravenous, burying his facebetween my legs and making grunting, growling, starving noises.The pleasure is so intense, I try to slide back on the bed, to get away, but heholds me in place by my hip, never letting up or letting go.

A coil low in my belly starts unwinding, surging pleasuredown my legs and clenching the muscles in my stomach.I scream. Someone said these rooms are soundproof, but I don’t care. The wholegroup could be having tea outside my door, and there’s no way I could hold backthe sounds his mouth is drawing from me.

Finally, I burst, my back bowing, neck arching, hot tearsrolling into my hairline, release flowing from me. He pulls my legs over hisshoulders, taking my ass into his hands and spreading me open even more.

“You have to stop,” I beg, pressing my heels into his back,sobs wracking my body. “It’s too much.”

He ignores me, his hands running up and down my thighs withreverence, and he keeps licking and sucking. My arms rest on the bed limply,and my head lolls back and forth. I’ve never felt this spent from oral alone.When he finally lifts his head, he smiles at me, the clitclamp held between his strong white teeth.

“You’re crazy.” I breathe out achuckle, reaching up to run my hand across his hair. He’s so damnbeautiful. The most beautiful boy I’d ever seen has grown into a man I can’ttake my eyes off.

He gently rolls me onto my stomach and deals with the hiddenzip at the base of my dress, then peels the silky material away from my body.He cups my ass, rubbing it, and then I feel his lips, still damp with myrelease, kiss one cheek and then the other. Slowly, he rolls me onto my backagain and tugs me into a sitting position. Still dressed and with his dick atmy eye level, he begins removing the pins from my hair. Braids spill around myshoulders. I touch his erection, and he draws a harsh breath.

“Naz, don’t you want—”

“There’ll be time.”

“I want something for you, too, tonight.”

He bends to run his hand from my breast to the soakedjuncture of my thighs, slipping the rough pad of his finger over my swollen clit.

“That was for me.” He smiles, but hiseyes remain sober. “You’re for me. Do you wear a hair scarf to bed?”

“Um, yeah.” I nod to the bedside table where I stowed someof my things.

He brings it over and gives it to me. “Show me how you doit.”

I wrap the scarf around my braids like I do every night, myhands trembling under his intense scrutiny.

“Do you wash your face?”

“Yeah,” I say, standing, suddenly self-conscious that I’mnaked and he’s not. I walk to the bathroom, feeling his eyeson my back and ass and legs. In the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth from theneat stack on the counter. After wetting it with warm water, he brings it to mypussy, gently cleaning me. My breath stutters, and my heart batters my chestfrom the inside at his tender touch, at the thorough way he uses the wipes onthe counter to remove my makeup.