by Marie Harte
“Soon, baby. Once I’ve finished tasting all of you.” He chuckled as she continued to pull against his hold. “Impatient little minx, aren’t you?”
“It’s not fair…”
Gil laughed again when her voice keened into a sharp cry, as he latched around one turgid peak and drew it into his mouth. Even through the fabric of her shirt he could feel it thicken and harden. “Damn, I love your nipples. They’re so hard and thick. But you’ve got way too many clothes on for me to do this properly, darling.”
“So release my hands, and I’ll undress for you,” she tempted.
“Nice try, baby. But I like to open my own gifts.”
Gil reached between their bodies, slipping his fingers around the zipper of her shirt. The first layer was easy. One quick tug and the zipper slid to her waist revealing the tight tank underneath. He wanted to lift it over her head and see every inch of her pale skin, but that would mean letting go of her hands, and he wasn’t prepared to do that just yet. Even though she’d given him every indication his actions were welcomed, he couldn’t quite bring himself to give up control.
Fallon gasped as Gil grabbed the small knife still poised in her hand and placed the tip against her shirt. He didn’t waste time explaining, just simply cut down the centre of her tank, peeling it away to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts. His cock pulsed at the sight before him. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples hard points thrusting up from the middle. Each breath raised the sweet buds closer to his mouth, making him ache with need.
“So pretty. You’ve got such pretty breasts.”
He eased down, and circled his tongue around her nipple, getting as close as he could without actually touching it. Fallon arched into him, twisting in an attempt to move him to where she seemed to need him the most, but he shifted with her, bringing her closer to the edge. Then he moved to her other breast, teasing it with the same slow swipe of his tongue.
“Gil.”
Gil looked up at her, his tongue still circling her nipple. Her voice had been strong and hard. She was getting desperate. He grinned at her, knowing it’d only frustrate her more, before taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking it.
Her wail vibrated through his chest, making his balls pull tight against his skin. He moved his free hand over to her other nipple and tweaked it between his fingers. Fallon tossed her head from side to side, softly chanting his name, bucking her hips up against his stomach. A new sheen of sweat broke out on her skin, flushing it a dark pink.
“Oh God. Please don’t stop.”
Gil sucked harder, flicking his tongue against the hard tip, making her back arch off the ground. He switched sides, drawing the bud deeper, taking more of her breast into his mouth. She was nearly crying now, thrashing against his assault. He worked quicker, moving between breasts until she stiffened in his arms, a primal growl erupting from her lips. He smiled, knowing her sent her into her first orgasm without even touching her pussy. But he could smell her. A strong sweet musky scent that filled the air around them, making him feel dizzy and weak. He moved upwards teasing her lips with a soft flick of his tongue. “Better?”
Fallon flitted her eyes open. They’d softened slightly from the intensity of her orgasm, but he knew when she came like that, it only made her pussy ache more. “I’d be better if you’d give me what I need instead of teasing me.”
“Does that mean you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
She sighed out a long breath and smiled. Nothing pleased him more than sparing with her. It made him hot and hard, and he suspected it had the same effect on her. “You’re too smug for your own good, you know that?”
“Oh, but you like how good I am, baby. And now that I’ve taken the edge off, I’ll treat myself to a taste of your sweet pussy. I can smell it from here, all hot and wet. Perhaps it’s a good thing I missed lunch today.”
“But what about my hands?” she said, pulling against his hold again. “I need to touch you, too.”
Gil hesitated, not sure why he was so reluctant to let her go. He wanted to believe it was his need to dominate her. To keep her so hot and wanting she wouldn’t have the breath to tell him to stop. But if he was honest with himself, he knew it was out of fear. Fear that once she’d touched him, he’d never be able to live without her. And he didn’t know how to bridge the hurt he’d caused. How to show her how much he still loved her.
Fallon snorted and pulled against him one last time. “Damn it, Gil! Either let me touch you, or get the hell off me!” She’d made her tone strong and sharp, showing him the seriousness of her claim. And while she wanted him to touch her, to lick her, she’d be damned if he did it while she was bound and unable to explore his body as well. It’d been too long, and just having his cock wasn’t going to be enough. She needed him. Needed to touch and taste, stroke every inch of his skin until she’d memorised each dip and curve of his body.
Gil looked away for a moment and she watched him fight against some inner demon before finally sighing out his breath and slowly releasing her hands. He traced his fingers down her arm, gently caressing her face, as he stayed poised above her, a worried crease across his brow. She left her hands above her head for a moment, wanting him to know she was still submitting to him, before easing them down and placing them on his shoulders. Tension bunched his muscles, so she squeezed them, smiling as the action was mirrored in his hips. They punched forward, giving her an even better feel of his cock. God, he was hard. Hard and long and, damn, she remembered how thick. She felt a momentary flicker of panic when she wondered if she’d be able to take him inside her after so many months of nothing but emptiness, but it quickly receded, replaced by a hunger so primal, she knew any pain she felt would feel so damn good she wouldn’t care.
Gil seemed to sense her momentary apprehension and smiled down at her, grinding his cock into her pussy again. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll still fit.”
She whimpered against the delicious sensation, loving the feel of his thick shaft gliding through the folds of her pussy. Even clothed it brushed across her clit, sending shards of pleasure coursing through her veins. She arched into him, wishing he’d let her wrap her legs around his hips, but he held himself still, encasing her thighs with his knees. She sighed, knowing she was powerless to fight against him. He’d always dominated the bedroom, and it didn’t look like things had changed.
“Easy, Fallon. I know you want me inside you, but I’m not finished playing with your pretty little body. I let your hands go, but I’ll take you when I’m ready to, and not before.”
Fallon huffed at his declaration, not bothering to hide her irritation. It seemed to only make him that much more determined, and he pulled away when she leaned up to kiss him. His eyes glowed with pride, but she reached her hands around his neck and savagely pulled him down, finally claiming his mouth with hers. She could feel the strength in his muscles as she squeezed his neck, dancing her fingers across the broad bands splaying out across his shoulders. He was letting her kiss him, but the thought didn’t bother her. She was touching him, and that was a grand victory in her eyes.
“You’ve been working out,” she whispered, trailing her tongue along his neck. “I can feel the difference.”
Gil smiled, but a sadness crept into his eyes, as if talking about their previous relationship hurt him. She lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the rejection in his. Did he wish he’d never started this seduction, or was he sorry he ever let the relationship slide? She eased back, giving him a chance to pull away, to leave her hot and wet, but he didn’t move. Instead he took her departure as his signal to move down her body, and he wasted no time capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.
“Oh God, yes.” The words vibrated through her chest, so deep and sultry she felt shaken from the inside out. He’d already made her come once without touching her cunt, and she knew if he kept it up, she’d come again.
Gil laughed at her words, drawing back so only his tongue brushed across the tip. “Oh no, baby.
I’m not going to let you come again until I taste that sweet pussy of yours. Damn, your scent is so strong I can already taste you on my tongue.”
Fallon moaned at his words, the anticipation of having him lick her burning the blood in her veins. She arched into the hand that travelled down her stomach, slowly inching inside her tights. Her skin felt singed by his touch and she looked down, expecting to see tiny tendrils of smoke rising up off her body. Gil was watching her, a sly smile on his face. She knew he liked it when she watched him, and the look in his eyes was warning her it would be wise not to turn away.
She held his gaze, unable to look away even if he hadn’t silently forbidden her. The moment was too surreal, like a page out of one of her fantasies, and she feared if she lost contact with his eyes, the dream would fade and she’d be left feeling empty and hollow. Gil shifted his weight, still holding her tight between his legs, but allowing enough room for his hand to rim the top of her mound. He froze.
Fallon bit at her bottom lip, trying to wiggle him lower, but he stayed poised on the edge of her sex, only one finger grazing the vee of her pussy lips. His eyes looked distant, like he was trying to figure out a complicated puzzle, before he turned a heated gaze on her. He growled and pulled down her tights, stripping them from her body and ripping the seam in his haste, as he stared at her bare lips. A strangled moan escaped his mouth and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from running his fingers along her skin, testing out the smoothness of it.
He looked back up at her, fire raging in his eyes. “You’re bare.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice. There was a lump stuck in her throat and she didn’t know if she’d be able to talk around it.
Gil looked back down, as if needing to see her mound again to believe the change he’d discovered. “Who did you shave yourself for?”
Fallon heard his words, but she was too distracted with the slow sweep of his fingers along the edge of her pussy to respond. If he’d just move over a bit, he’d be touching the wet folds of her sex. Gil grunted and she forced her eyes to meet his stare. “What?”
He growled again, and grabbed both her hands, pining them to the ground beside her hips. “I said, ‘who did you shave your sweet pussy for’?”
Was that jealousy in his voice, in the gleam of his eyes? She shook the thought from her head, convincing herself she’d read more into his question than there was. Surely he wasn’t being possessive after leaving her without so much as a note. “No one.”
“Don’t lie to me. I want to know who’s been fucking you.” He drew back slightly and seemed to catch some control back before he continued. “I don’t want to hurt him, baby. I just want to know who you’ve been fucking. One of those pretty boys down at the station?”
Fallon shook her head, not sure he’d believe her words. Except for her escapade with the vibrator the other night, she hadn’t found release in months. He stared at her and she knew he wanted her to answer him out loud. “I haven’t been with anyone, Gil. Jane shaved herself and told me to give it a try. That if felt so sexy to be bare. So I did.”
“And you haven’t had sex with anyone else? Not even let a guy touch you?”
She saw the possessiveness in his eyes and fought to keep the air in her lungs. Damn, it was like they’d never been apart. “I haven’t so much as kissed another man since…” She let her voice fade.
Gil’s lips curled up into a sexy half smile. “Have you touched yourself? Made that pretty little pussy shake and shiver with your fingers and your toys?”
God, how could he know? She nodded again, heat flushing her face.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.” Then she pressed her pussy up against his thigh, smiling at his groan, as she added, “but not near as much as when you make me come.”
“Then I’ll enjoy being the first man to lick your bare pussy. To feel that soft skin moist and hot beneath my tongue, surrounding me as I slide inside you. Do you want that?”
She nodded as the word, ‘yes’, hissed through her teeth. God, she wanted that and more. She wanted him deep inside her forever. “Please, Gil.”
The anger disappeared from his expression and the tension in his shoulders eased. He gave her one last glance before releasing her hands again and lowering his body. His knee nudged her thighs, urging her to open her legs, to allow him access to the core of her need. She moved willingly, easing her thighs apart until his shoulders were wedged between them. Then he reached his hands around to the backs of her knees, pushing her legs even wider.
“That’s it, baby. I want you spread wide for me, so I can see every flicker of your clit when you come. You know how I like watching you.” He teased the joint of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Umm, so tasty. Play with your cunt for me. I want to see how much you enjoy your new fashion statement.”
Fallon’s cheeks flushed further at his command. She’d never quite gotten over the embarrassment of touching herself while he watched, but was too caught up in the erotic words to stop her hand from inching down her stomach and skimming across her skin. She was surprised when a low rumble filled the air and she discovered it was her voice, not Gil’s. She moved down, dipping into the slick crease, pinching her clit before thrusting her finger inside her.
“Damn, I love watching you touch yourself. It’s so beautiful.” He bent down and lapped at the juices spilling along her hand. “Push inside again and bring me more of your sweet honey.”
Fallon complied, pushing her finger inside her pussy, coating it with the warm liquid that oozed out of her, before drawing it out and spreading it around her clit.
Gil licked the cream away as fast as she collected it, and by the time she was close to climaxing, she was sure he’d eaten every drop from her cunt. She pressed up into his mouth, slipping her juice-coated finger into his hair. She was done giving into his commands. Hell, he still had all his clothes on.
Gil didn’t seem to take notice and continued to lick at her clit. She tried to pull his shirt from his body, but the collar caught on his neck, refusing to move. She huffed and gave one last mighty tug. The seams gave a moment before she heard the cotton separate, tearing partway down the neck. Gil looked up, the sound apparently interrupting his task. He smiled at her startled expression, bending his head so she could pull the torn garment over his head, taking the T-shirt he’d worn underneath with it. Then he grabbed the edges of the shirt he’d cut open and shoved it down her arms, baring her upper body. She shivered as the cool air breezed across her damp skin, making her flesh prickle and bead.
“Cold, sweetheart?”
“Not for long,” she tossed back, curling her body against his, feeling his heat seep into her. Gil pulled her close, rubbing his skin on hers. He felt like fire in her arms and she couldn’t stop from relaxing against him, allowing his arms to encircle her. Damn, she’d missed him.
“Better?”
She whispered her thanks into his neck, not sure she could talk without crying. Gil smiled against her hair.
“Well, now that you’re warm again, sweetheart, I’ve got some pussy to eat.”
Chapter Seven
Fallon moaned as Gil pushed her gently to the ground. She wanted to resist, to insist he give her time to explore his body. But she could tell by the firmness in his touch, playtime was over.
“I suggest you get comfortable. You’re going to be lying there for a while.”
Fallon moaned, not just from his words, but from the way he pushed her legs apart, baring her to his heated gaze. She looked down between her legs, held captive by the way he watched her as he licked his lips, tasting some of her juice still clinging to his face. Then he smiled and dipped down, tonguing her clit.
“Oh God.”
Gil hummed his reply, vibrating her clit while he teased her channel with just a hint of his finger. She arched into him, hoping to sink it in further, but he moved with her. He’d told her he’d take her when he was ready, and she had a feeling he was holding true to his clai
m.
“Need something, baby?” he teased, sinking one knuckle inside her.
“More,” was all she could say, her breath lodged too tight in her chest to form more words.
“Don’t worry, baby. There’s more.”
Gil thrust forward, sinking his finger completely inside her, rubbing her walls as he teased the digit back and forth in her slick juices. She arched into him, feeling the emptiness disappear, replaced by a hunger so strong she knew she wouldn’t be able to move until Gil had fucked her senseless. She needed him filling her, thrusting his thick cock back and forth, driving into her so deep she’d forget her name as she screamed out his. She opened her legs wider, clamping them around his shoulders as she pushed her cunt up against his mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Just go with it. Let me feel you come in my mouth while I finger-fuck your pretty little pussy.” He lapped against her clit. “So sweet, baby. Damn, I could eat you for hours.” He laughed as she shuddered at the thought. “Umm. Do you like the sound of that, baby? Want me eat this hot pussy of yours over and over?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
She couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her lips anymore than she could stop the juice from gushing from her cunt. Even though her mind told her this was nothing more than a quick fuck, a convenient meeting that wouldn’t go any further, her body wanted more. Wanted him tasting her night after night, licking her from one orgasm into another. Wanted his shaft buried deep inside her, his hot cum coating her walls and her thighs. Even more she wanted to taste him, feel his cock thicken in her mouth until his control shattered and he came with a roar, pumping his semen down her throat.
“Oh, yeah. You like the sound of that, don’t you? But you don’t just want my mouth. You want my cock filling you. You want me to come inside that sweet little pussy.”
“Yes, Gil. Please.”
Gil licked at her, but not enough to make her come. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath feathering across her clit, making it pucker and twitch. Gil groaned.
