Page 14 of Midsummer Masquerade
“That’s it. Good girl, you’re doing so well. I’m already to the first knuckle. Now, ride my face and I’ll push in to the second knuckle.”
“Oh fuck,” I say, not used to this side of him.
“Rainbow, fucking sit already,” he all but growls.
Lowering myself a little more, I try to ignore how self-conscious and vulnerable this position makes me feel. Most of the guys I’ve been with have gone down on me, but it’s hardly been memorable, and most of them barely know what to do with their penis, let alone their mouth.
Any thoughts I have about past experiences flee when he pushes his finger inside me deeper, his tongue teasing my clit in an expert manner. In no time at all, I’m right on the brink of coming again.
“Fuck.” My hands grip the top of the sofa for leverage as I gyrate against his face.
When he hooks his fingers inside my pussy along with the way he’s fingering my arse and licking at my piercing, the most intense pleasure begins to build.
Unable to stop myself, I gyrate against him faster, taking what I need, feeling empowered as I use him to get myself off, because that’s exactly what I’m doing.
He hums against my piercing, and that, along with the way he’s hitting my G-spot and still playing with my arse, is what brings me right to the brink.
“Oh, oh, Tobias, it’s too much.” I groan out. My body feels as though it’s not my own while I ride his face, as if my life depends on it, chasing something so much more than my impending orgasm.
I’ve never had this level of stimulation before. It’s as though everything is happening all at once.
“That’s it,” he mumbles against my clit right before his mouth clamps over my piercing, sucking hard.
I’m hit with an overwhelming sensation, a building pressure and heat rising from my lower abdomen.
And that’s when it happens, an explosive release of built-up tension—intense and wet—and I gush all over his face. Rhythmic, involuntary contractions of aftershocks follow, but it doesn’t stop there.
No, Tobias is like a man possessed, determined to pull another orgasm from me, as if my squirting all over his face wasn’t already enough.
“Oh my fucking God.” Tears stream freely from my eyes, my entire body a live wire as I orgasm with a loud, high-pitched moan with what I can only describe as euphoric.
“Hell yes, Bow,” he groans, lapping up my release. My face is positively on fire, my body like liquid as I squirm away from him. My body is not used to that kind of intense pleasure.
He takes pity on me, and before I even have a chance to catch my breath, he rolls us so I’m pinned beneath him, my thighs soaked as he holds himself above me. His chin and mouth glisten from my arousal. I’m powerless to stop him as his lips meet minefor a slow, lazy kiss. There is something liberating about tasting myself on him.
“That was fucking glorious,” he says, pulling out of the kiss and staring down at me like I’m some ethereal being. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me the way he has before. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
I reach between us, my hand trembling as I seek out his erection. I love how he’s thick and yet warm like velvet.
He stares down as I fist his impressive cock, licking my lips. “I want to taste you,” I say, my voice soft.
His eyes move back to mine. “That wasn’t what that was about,” he replies.
I reach up with my free hand and cup the back of his neck. “I know, but I want to.”
Studying me for a beat, he nods once, and then sits back on his knees, giving me the perfect view, the veins of his cock prominent.
“How do you want me?” he asks, taking himself in his own fist and working his length, pre-cum glistening on the tip of his engorged head.
I push myself up on my elbows and bite my lip.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” My eyes track his slow, deliberate movements.
“You like this?” He speeds up. “You like seeing what you do to me?”
My own heartbeat races faster with each flick of his wrist.
“Does it turn you on knowing how much power you have over me?” His muscles are pulled taut, almost like he’s in pain. He squeezes himself at the base to stave off his own release. “How I want to throw caution to the wind and mark you in every way humanly possible. Until I’m beneath your skin, like you are mine.”
