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Saul switched from one nipple to the other, back and forth, sucking and nipping until she couldn’t stand the ache between her legs. One hand still clutching his hair, the other slid down to his shoulder, blunt nails dragging over his skin.
“Still with me, bunny?”
“You’re killing me,” she whined.
“Still with me, then.” Chuckling, he worked his way down her stomach with soft kisses gentling the prick of his stubble. Down to her navel, where his tongue circled the indent, then he brushed his lips across the cradle of her pelvis from one bony protrusion to the other.
It made her hyper aware that she still hadn’t achieved the healthy weight he wanted.
Her legs spread of their own accord when Saul sank to his knees, tugging her butt closer to the edge. Oh, she knew what was coming and didn’t know whether to beg him not to do it, or plead with him to hurry up.
“Reach down and take hold of your knees, Caera.” Saul’s eyes were on her pussy as he dragged his lower lip between his teeth. “That’s it, just like that. Now, pull them back and hold them open for me.” The quick glance he shot her was full of pride when she obeyed. “A little more eager this time around. Good. The faster you come, the sooner my cock gives us what we both want.”
As long as her legs were no longer in this embarrassing position, Caera would do anything he wanted. “Can we skip the coming and just go straight to the—”
He laughed and stroked the exposed back of her thigh. “’Fraid not, little rabbit. I want you wet, relaxed, and that nervous edge I can see in your eyes gone. An orgasm should take care of all three.”
Oh yeah, she thought with amusement, she would be completely relaxed when she passed out again. Maybe he’d forgotten his tongue skills had overloaded her to the point of blacking out with the last orgasm he’d given her.
“Although,” he mused, slowly tracing his fingertip between her labia, “you are beautifully wet already.”
Caera bit back a cry when that fingertip pushed inside her, her hips trying to lift into his touch. Wet might be an understatement—his digit slipped into her without pain or resistance. “Please, Saul, please can we—”
“Keep begging, bunny.”
“Saul—” Her voice hit a high note when his mouth clamped over her pussy, tongue already lapping up her juices. “Oh, fuck.”
Broadside, tip…Saul used every inch of his tongue to tease her. Licking, lapping, sucking—by God, he was good at sucking—fluttering and flicking. No part of her was left unscathed, from her clit all the way down to the weirdly sensitive area between her pussy and anus.
Her nails bit into the backs of her knees as she struggled to keep her legs where he wanted them, the position constricting her already compromised breathing. She jerked when two fingers stretched her open, shocking her system into opening the door to the orgasm he was insistent she have.
Panting his name, she held out until he tapped a spot on her inner wall that seized her muscles. She dropped her legs, her fingers finding purchase in the sheets as the brief paralysis ended and her body bowed. Head thrashing, she babbled nonsense, pleasure turning her words into one long stream of pleading moans.
It washed over her, wave after wave of bliss drowning her.
Vision blurred, she thought she saw him cleaning her juices off his fingers with his mouth before she went limp and spaced out for a few seconds.
“I am never going to get tired of watching you come, little rabbit.” Saul pressed a kiss to her trembling thigh before he rose and moved around the bed.
A drawer opened, closed.
Foil crinkled.
Caera barely had her senses back in semi-working order when he appeared in front of her again. She almost thought she was dreaming when he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and shoved them down past his knees, kicking them off and to the side.
“Oh boy,” she whispered. “We’re doing this.”
“Only if you want to.” He gave himself a leisurely stroke, squeezing the thick shaft firmly. “Just because you consented twenty minutes ago doesn’t mean you can’t say no at any point, little rabbit. All you have to do is tell me to stop.”
She shook her head. There was no chickening out now. “Just tell me what I need to do.”
Saul inhaled slowly, but didn’t repeat himself. “Make yourself comfortable, Caera. Scoot up to the pillows, take a few deep breaths. All you need to do is relax and trust me.”
She obeyed, her body slow to follow her instructions. As she pushed herself further onto the bed, her eyes remained glued to his cock. The crown was fiercely red and weeping fluid from the tip. It looked angry, which was concerning considering it was on a collision course with her.
He moved without hurry, plucking something round from the edge of the mattress and pinching what seemed to be a rubber tip in the middle. She swallowed noisily as he placed it over the head of his penis and rolled it down the shaft, nearly all the way to the base.
Condom, she thought belatedly. Protection. Safe sex.
