Page 66 of Tormented & Tulips

“Good girl.”

Catching his lower lip between my teeth, I bite down hard enough to pull a growl from his throat which rattles the walls of my aching pussy. His cock continues pistoning into me. Pleasure increases with each thrust, pushing me closer to release. Before I’m able to reach the peak of pleasure, he pulls me from the wall, banding his arms around my waist. Stepping off the wall he carries me to the couch. He lowers my back to the cushion and guides my legs over his shoulders.

He drags my hips closer to the edge of the couch. My legs widen as he straightens his spine. The position allows his thrusts to spear me deeper than before.

His thumb rolls over my hardened nipple. “I knew they were perfect.”

My legs slide off his shoulders, wrapping around his back as he lowers his head to my breast. His lips close over my nipple, catching the hardened peak between his teeth. The mild pain draws me back from the precipice of pleasure. His precise strokes keep me on the edge of release for what seems like eternity.

When he releases my nipple, my breath hitches.

“Come for me.”

My eyes pinch shut. Sparks appear in my vision at his command. Release floods my body as he thickens inside my pussy. His roar turns into a muffled grunt as the warmth of his cum coats my walls. His thrusts slow, easing me through the waves of pleasure. I toss my head back in a light chuckle.

“I needed that.” He shifts between my legs, causing my eyes to lift open.

“Oh, we’re not quite done yet, darling.”

He smiles before peppering kisses along my body. The brush of his beard between my thighs feels like small pins setting my skin on fire. The first heated stroke of his tongue over my pussy is torturously slow. My fingers dig into the cushion as his lips cup over my swollen clit. The sucking motion sends a wave of heat across my body. He pinches my clit between his teeth, gently rolling it from side to side.

“Fuck, you even taste divine…”

His hands clamp over my core, spreading my pussy wide. His second stroke is filled with frenzy. My hips thrust up. The soft prick of his beard as he chuckles sets my nerves on edge.

The first brush of his tongue inside my pussy has a moan tumbling from my lips. A wildness appears in his eyes as he continues devouring me. His tongue’s lavishing strokes pull me toward another release. Forcing my head forward, I peer into his lust-filled eyes that have seemingly taken on a darker hue before I throw my arms back as I break apart.

He rises from between my legs with pursed lips. Crawling over the top of me in small, steadied movements, he brings his face inches from mine. Ethan cups my jaw, his finger tapping across the pads of my lips.

I open my mouth slowly. His lips part as he spits the mixture of us into my mouth. Warmth hits the back of my throat as the sweet, salty taste of us coats my tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he rasps, using his hand to hold my jaw open. Lining his still hardened cock at my entrance, he thrusts forward. Heat gathers at my spine as I drown in the admiration he showers upon me. His fingers curl deeper into the sides of my jaw as his thrusts grow frantic. Every one of my senses is heightened—the pine scent of him, the taste of us on my tongue, the strokes of his cock in my pussy. My voice struggles to let another moan free.

I meet his feral gaze. His hand releases my jaw as we break apart. Sparks, stars and a pair of sapphire blues enter my vision before I begin to fall from the release.

“Swallow.” He says in a growl.

Taking a few minutes to collect myself, I glance at the pile of clothes on the floor. Shards of pottery lie scattered across the floor like constellations in the sky. When I roll my head back to look at the table behind the couch, my lips stretch into a smile. The space where I display the vase is now void of decoration. Ethan’s hand gently pushes my hair away from my face.

“You may not want to reinforce that kind of punishment with me… I may never listen to you again,” I say, rising to my feet.

“Interesting. I may have to reconsider my techniques.” He lies back against the cushion with a wicked glint.

Smiling over my shoulder at him, I lean down, picking his shirt from the floor. The pine scent enters my nose. I take another inhale of the addictive aroma before tossing the shirt over my shoulder at him. Gathering my dress, I slip it on. Once it’s fitted, I turn to find him struggling with his pants.

His beautiful chest disappears under the fabric of his shirt, making my shoulders slump. I don’t like the thought of him leaving, but I don’t think I can bring myself to ask him to stay either. He turns to me with a smile that fades as a crease forms between his brows.

“Come on,” I whisper, stepping through the living room into the hallway.

He trails behind me silently as we get to the front door.

“Good night,” I say, trying my best to hide the crack in my voice.

“Good night,” he says stepping around me, to ascend the staircase.

Confusion turns to happiness as an ear-to-ear smile breaks across my face. He stops halfway up the staircase to turn and look down at me.

“Are you coming?”