Page 43 of Forbidden Fruit
He loosens his grip on my throat, and I suck in air like it’s the only thing anchoring me to this world. “Holy fuck… oh my God… that was…” I can barely speak. I’ve never come like that before. Not in my life. The terrifying part is I already want more.
Without a word, Calvin pulls his fingers from between my legs and slides them into his mouth, groaning like I’m the most decadent thing he’s ever tasted.
“I knew it.” He licks them clean. “I knew you’d taste as sweet as peaches… just like I imagined.”
Then he crashes his lips against mine, raw, possessive, unapologetic, making me taste myself, and the filthy intimacy of it ignites something carnal in me.
“You taste good, don’t you, Peach?” he rasps against my lips.
I don’t even have the words to respond. Just a moan. A promise of what I’ll let him do next.
Chuckling darkly, Calvin dips his head again, dragging his mouth over each nipple, sucking slowly, deliberately, until I’m gasping and arching into him. The sensation is almost too much; it burns, it aches, it leaves me trembling with want. Ibuck against him, needing more, desperate for it, but he just smirks and begins to trail lower.
I think he’s finally going to give me what I crave, what I need, but instead, he starts kissing down my stomach, taking his time. Featherlight brushes. Slow, teasing circles around my belly button. His mouth gets closer and closer to where I need him most, but he never quite touches. The torment is exquisite, maddening.
“Calvin, please,” I whimper, hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea.
“What do you need?” he murmurs, gaze locked on mine as he hovers just above my core.
I squirm beneath him, flushed with need and frustration. This… God, this is so far from what I’m used to. Sex for me has always been simple, vanilla. Never anything that left me feeling devoured.
“I need words, Peach,” he says. “You’re a grown-ass woman. If you want something, ask for it.”
My cheeks flame, and I bring my tied hands to cover my face, mortified. “I… I need you to lick my pussy,” I whisper, barely audible.
Calvin groans, deep, hungry, and the sound only makes my embarrassment worse. But then he leans in, lips brushing my inner thigh.
“With pleasure.”
He spreads my legs wider, until I feel completely exposed, completely his. Before the self-consciousness can catch up to me, I feel the warm slide of spit on my folds, followed by the wet heat of his tongue. He licks slowly at first, savoring every second, and then sucks my clit into his mouth.
My body jolts. My back arches. And every single thought in my brain disintegrates.
“Oh!” I gasp, my hips jerking up instinctively. It’s filthy, the way he devours me, but it’s so goddamn sexy I can barely breathe.
Calvin groans into me, his tongue plunging deep, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes that leave my brain in shreds. The wet, obscene sounds only make it worse, make it better. I’m falling, tumbling, unraveling.
“Jesus,” I moan, voice wrecked. Then his mouth finds my clit again, sucking just right, just enough to push me closer to the edge, and before I can even beg for mercy, he thrusts three thick fingers back inside me.
My cry shatters through the room.
It hurts in the best way. He stretches me, fills me, fucks me with a rhythm that’s relentless, punishing, perfect. The pleasure builds and builds, a molten wave rising higher until it’s impossible to hold back.
“Calvin… fuck, I’m… I’m…” I choke out.
He growls, “Let go, Peach.”
And I do. My second orgasm crashes through me like an all-consuming storm. I scream his name as my body trembles beneath him, twitching, boneless, completely undone.
The room goes quiet except for the sound of my ragged breathing. Somewhere in the haze, Calvin flips me effortlessly on my stomach, then I hear the shuffle of clothes, the faint tear of foil, and the rustle of a belt being pulled free. I try to lift my head, desperate to see him, but just as I do, his palm lands sharply across my ass.
The sting echoes, sharp and instant.
“You’ll see me when I want you to see me,” he warns, voice low and dangerously calm.
My breath hitches. My pussy clenches around nothing. Just as I wonder if he might be self-conscious about his size, I realize he has no reason to be. He’s already unraveled mewith nothing but his mouth, and size isn’t everything. Besides, the man really doesn’t need another ego boost.
I feel him position himself at my entrance, slow and deliberate. My eyes fly open, shocked by the sheer stretch of him. He feels impossibly thick, like my body isn’t built to handle this. I can feel him everywhere. It hurts; it’s nothing but pain. “Ahh!” I cry out because, holy fuck, it feels like he’s tearing me apart.
