Page 31 of Eat Me Alive
Sensual. That’s him right now. Pure, unadulterated sensuality. Dripping like honeycomb. Irresistible. I want to bare my teeth and bite him. Arms around his leg, I feel like I’m going to fly away if I don’t anchor myself to him.
My palm touches his shin, and he trembles. My mouth’s watering as I slide my tongue over his skin. The muscle, the tiny hairs, I feel it in me. On me. Inch by filthy inch is in my system. My teeth graze him, one hand raking underneath the loin cloth before I rip it away. I know he doesn’t have a cock, but boy, he has a bulge. Something big is fighting against the cilia that held his slit closed. I almost giggle with delight.
He makes a noise in his chest, and this one is loud. It’s not his amorphous voice. It’sphysicallyin him—this sound. He’s just as affected as I am.
“What is happening to me?” I gasp as I trap his foot between my knees. I’m a quivering mess as I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against him. I really can’t help it. It’s as if I’m going to die if I don’t get close enough. My hand on his bulge glides down to the last cilia.
“Something you were always meant to do.”
His hand grazes through my hair, pulling, kneading, twisting it in his grip. So much like the roots in my dreams. Datu’s body is emanating a humming noise that heightens every sensation.
It’s as if someone has put a voiceover on reverb. Datu’s voice has deepened. He’s sunk that sound into me until it’s all I hear on repeat. He lifts me to him until I straddle one thigh. Ripping the rest of my clothes, a mouth latches on to my nipple. The points of his teeth are hedonistic agony. My carnal need to be clawed apart, ripped open, and devoured is excessive. It spills. It almost feelsviolating. Non-consensual if my body did not rankle so much for it.
“Come for me.”His voice has hands stroking my hypersensitive skin.
Hands grab my hips, Datu slams me down his thigh. There, I find the pearly gates. I’m in heaven as my wet pussy glides through the small protruding ribbing of his tattoos. He licks up my neck, my jaw, everywhere he can reach. There’s a desperation in him as he sinks those claws into me.
Maybe I’ve gone insane, but I want to pry his slit open. Just to see what’s inside…just to see. My hands don’t know what to do as my legs shake. I’m there, almost there.
When his hand touches my pussy, I’m undone. I’m spiraling—undulating. I’m blind as my eyes roll back. The loudest, most guttural moan comes out of me as he quickens my pace on him.
As soon as I reach my peak, I’m back on the bed. Quick fingers make work of my clit, his face between my thighs—watching in fascination as liquid squirts out of me.
“Look at how much you want this.You are drenching me.”
Holy...I don’t care how embarrassing this should be. I don’t care that the air is thick with that powder. I don’t care my body is fucking slick with sweat. The only thing I care about? How much pleasure Datu can give me beyond this one…
My pussy clenches around nothing, and I whimper.
“I want to eat you,”he groans against my skin. He isn’t asking. He’s informing me.
Yes, please!
My fingers twist around his long hair and I’m pulling like I might just fly off the bed if I don’t. His rough tongue hits the very spot I need him the most. His hands push my legs wider, his teeth piercing my swollen pussy.
There’s nothing half-assed at the way he’s eating me out. He’s ready to tear me apart if it wasn’t for the way those glowing eyes hold my gaze. Deliberately, he slides the tip of his tongue over my clit. It makes me writhe and he notices this.
He flips us over and before I know it, I’m riding his face, my hands finding purchase. My weak legs can’t hold my weight as he continues to ravage me.
“I cannot get enough of you. Hold your hands up and let go, my sweet dreamer.”
Doing as he says, ribbons of silk trap my wrists together, holding me up. I can’t even think straight enough to deduce the how and the why.
As soon as he plunges a tongue into me, I’m gone. I’m screaming, and I don’t care when he parts my cheeks and strokes me there, too. It adds another level of depravity when I hear his lapping grow wetter. I can’t believe how soaked I am.
“Datuuuu…ooohhhh….” I cried, overwhelmed at all the sensations. He needs to stop. If he starts fingering me, I’m probably going to die.
Wave after wave of orgasm slams into me, and I’m still suspended when he kneels in front of me. His face is drenched. I can’t look away at that satisfied male grin.
“Have a taste of yourself,”he tilts my face up and taps my chin twice.
Instinctively, I open my mouth for him. I have no idea what I’m doing, but as soon as the perfect teardrop-shaped spit descends onto my tongue…I feel fear.
Invasive, he slides his tongue over mine, and there’s a sweet, tangy taste to him. Our skin crackles where we touch. Datu grabs my neck, pushing himself deeper, closer until we’ve coalesced..? No.
Nononono.
Something is being vacuumed out of me, and I don’t like it. I’m notjoiningDatu. I’m disappearing, melting into him. I know if I’m not careful, hewillconsume me.
