Page 71 of Friends With the Monsters
“I don’t think so, but I’ll let you know after,” he promises, all sincere like.
I let out a slight, nervous chuckle. “As long as you’re not trying to hurt me, as long as it’s just…” I stumble, looking for the right words. “If you want to cause me pain, or punish me, I’m not really into that. I mean, a spanking can be fun, but I don’t get off on pain or torture.”
Grim’s face darkens as I talk. Something inside me thinks maybe Iwouldlet him hurt me if he really wanted to. If it would take the angry scowl off his face, I just might.
“Someone has hurt you?” Grim’s eyes narrow as an eruption of fire dances in his gaze.
“Uh, no. I mean, not really. Like I said, I’ve never really gotten into that kink, but I’m not going to judge you if that’s what you like.” I marvel a little at why we’re even having this conversation right now.
“Later, you can tell me their names and I will rip their souls from their bodies.” Grim relaxes his grip on my leg.
“You say the sweetest things.” I trace my finger down his nose.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he tells me, and lowers his body back to the bed. His face goes right between my legs and he licks my labia.
“Okay,” I sigh, and open my legs a little wider. There’s no need to beat around the bush; I’m happy to oblige.
Grim grabs my hips and drags me a few inches closer to his mouth. “Oh stars, you’re so soft.”
I reach one arm up above my head and fist the sheet, the other I thread into his hair. “Stop talking,” I demand, and lift my hips a little to meet his mouth.
Grim licks his way into me, using just the tip of his tongue. I don’t know if he’s teasing me, or if he thinks this is still part of our foreplay, but I need more, and I’m not willing to wait. I tighten my hold in his hair and push him harder against me. I’m about two seconds from flipping him over and sitting on his face.
He growls against me—I can feel it rumble past his lips. “You want my tongue here?” Grim opens me up with two fingers and blows a cool breath of air against my clit.
“Yes.” I squirm a little.
Grim licks my opening from bottom to top, then pulls back. I groan. “What else?” he demands.
Fuck, is he going to make me tell him everything I want? “I want you to lick me, fuck me with your tongue until I come.” I swivel my hips again, hoping that was enough of an answer.
“How will I know when you come? Are you going to tell me?” he purrs.
I foolishly thought I was going to be the one in control. I’d gladly let him spank me right now if it meant he would have his hands on me. I’m on the edge, and he’s barely touched me.
“Yes, yes. I’ll tell you,” I agree easily. Grim doesn’t make me wait any longer. He slips his tongue inside me and laps at me like he’s eating the best ice cream he’s ever had, and my clitoris is a sweet morsel of chocolate that he’s trying to melt with the heat of his mouth alone.
I try closing my thighs when the sensation of him between my legs is too much, but he shoves my legs against the mattress and snarls, “Mine.” He inches up higher, so his shoulders are bunched, and he’s almost curled over me.
With a quick stab, he shoves his tongue inside me. My knees start to shake, and I let out a low moan of pleasure. Grim jerks me tighter against his mouth, with one hand on my lower belly and the other spread out under my ass. “I’m gonna come,” I pant, while my head is thrashing against the bed. My body is strung so tight, and the euphoria builds until I feel like I might break apart. With one more swirl of his tongue, I tip over the edge. I’m not quiet as the waves of pleasure spill over me, I can feel my inner muscles clenching over and over as he continues to lick me.
I eventually push him away and draw my legs together. Every time his tongue touched my clit, I would jerk with an echo of the orgasm.
“Did I hurt you?” Grim prowls up my body, pushing my legs to the side to accommodate his hips. Just the pressure of his body against mine has another moan leaving my throat.
“No,” I drawl. “But now I know why they call an orgasm la petite mort.” I grin and run my fingers through Grim’s hair.
“Little death?” His hips swivel as he gazes down at me. “Was that a little orgasm?” He licks his bottom lip, and his eyes close like he’s savoring my taste.
“Not at all, but maybe you should give me another so I can judge properly.”
Grim pushes away from me and crawls back down the bed, like he’s eager to try again. I chuckle and reach for him. “How about this time, you give me that pretty cock.” I slide my hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around him. Grim sucks in a breath between his teeth. “Or would you like me to return the favor first?”
“What favor?” His forehead lands on my collarbone and he pushes himself deeper into my hand.
“Do you want me to lick you?” I purr into his ear, and nibble on his earlobe.
“I do want that, but I need inside you more. Maybe after.” Grim pulls my hand off his dick and lifts it until it’s above my head. The position sends a delicious wave of heat to my lower stomach, and my back arches. He pins me there and gazes down at me, his eyes molten. “I’m keeping you,” he whispers, and places the sweetest little kiss on the tip of my nose.
