“Please.” She couldn’t fight the need or hold back the demand.
Her fingers burrowed into his hair, clenching in the long, cool strands to direct his lips to the tight, aching buds of her ni**les.
The wet heat of his mouth surrounded one tender tip. Wet heat closed over it and began drawing on the sensitive flesh with hungry pulls of his mouth. His tongue joined in the play. The building heat that surrounded her nipple rose with each lash of his tongue. Each time he licked over it, around it, rubbed his tongue against it, Liza whimpered with the rising sensations.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him closer, demanding more.
“It’s so good,” she whispered hoarsely, the sound of her own voice shocking her, but not enough to pull her back from the spiraling chaos of pleasure beginning to overtake her.
And it did feel good. It was so much better than good.
Fighting to breathe, Liza arched in his arms as he kissed a slow, fiery path to her other breast and the tender peak begging for attention as well. His lips surrounded it, his mouth suckling at the pebble-hard bud as Liza’s thighs tensed. Her hips moved against him, rubbing her pu**y against the denim-covered c**k beneath it.
Sensation shot from her nipple to her clit as his teeth raked against the tight tip. Gripping it between his teeth and bearing down on it, Stygian used his tongue to torment it with fiery pleasure.
Licking, stroking, rubbing against the tight peak, Stygian pushed her closer to an abyss of pleasure that she had no idea how to ease back from.
“Oh God, yes.” The liquid heat of his mouth working the tight bud of her nipple was destroying her self-control.
Each draw of his mouth, each lash of his tongue against the throbbing peak sent flares of incredible heat lashing at it before jagged bolts of sensation shot from her nipple to her clit.
Fiery pleasure wrapped around her, blazing across the rest of her body as she felt his hands tugging her skirt the remaining distance from the top of her thighs to her hips.
His fingers smoothed down the elastic straps of her garter belt then back to the loose material of the tap pants she wore. Slipping his hand beneath the leg opening of the material, it took only seconds for his fingers to find the swollen, throbbing bud of her clitoris.
“Stygian. Oh please, please, yes.” Lifting to him, her lips parting as his came down on hers once again, Liza couldn’t hold in her mewls of pleasure.
The sensations were so good.
The pleasure was lashing at her.
It was striking at her ni**les where the fingers of one hand plucked at the sensitive peaks.
It tightened around her clit as he rasped at it with the fingers of his other hand, rubbing against it, exciting it as she moaned at his touch.
From her clit, his stroking touch slid through her heavy juices to the clenched entrance of her aching cunt. Rimming the slick, heated flesh, his fingers stroked, caressing, pushing her to the verge of begging him for more.
She needed his touch there. She wanted him filling her, thrusting inside her, f**king her.
His lips lifted from hers, moved along the line of her jaw before finding the outline of her ear. His fingers rubbed against the entrance of her vagina before he eased the tip of one broad finger inside.
Desperate pleasure flooded her. Lush, slick, her juices spilled to his fingers, easing his way as he penetrated her further.
“So sweet and hot,” he growled at her ear as she bore down on the impalement, desperate to feel his touch deeper, harder.
“Do you know I love f**king you, Liza? Pushing my c**k inside you and feeling how hot and slick your pu**y gets for me?”
This fingertip retreated only to return, the impalement burning through her senses with the addition of a second.
Calloused, firm, he worked them deeper inside her, rubbing against the sensitive tissue with wicked expertise.
Easing inside her, Stygian parted his fingers, sending electric pulses of pure sensation racing through the intimate flesh. Fiery arcs of pleasure raced through the delicate muscles he was impaling, drawing a ragged moan from her as her vagina clenched desperately around his fingers.
“Feel how tight you are around my fingers? So sweet and tight. When you clench around my dick like that, it’s all I can do to keep from coming the second I get inside you.”
A moan of rising pleasure broke free of her lips as his fingers retreated only to return with a deeper, harder impalement.
Sensation burned through her. Fingers of erotic, blinding pleasure tore across every nerve ending in her body. Each stroke of his fingers through the clenching, snug tissue sent waves of pleasure rushing to her clit and clenching her womb.
“So pretty.” His voice was a ragged, primal growl at her ear. “I love seeing your face as you take me, Liza.” His fingers worked harder inside her, f**king her with just enough force to build the rising hunger sharper inside her.
His lips stroked down her neck, his tongue licking over the sensitive mating mark before blazing a trail of pleasure to her pebble-hard ni**les awaiting the touch of his lips once again.
When it came, the moist heat surrounded the tight peak, sucking it with firm deep draws of his mouth as his tongue licked and tasted the tormented bud.
His fingers pushed inside her, sliding free of the clenched grip of her pu**y, returning to stroke her ever closer to the edge of release.
Hips writhing against the penetration of his fingers, her lips parted, panting for air, Liza forced her eyes open to stare into Stygian’s.
“Not yet,” she whispered desperately as the pleasure began to reach a critical peak. “Please, Stygian. Not yet.”
The strokes eased, stilled, until he was filling her, keeping her poised on the edge of release.
“Ah baby, you’re so close,” he murmured. “I could throw you right over the edge. Feel you as you come around my fingers.”
“I want to feel you.” Sliding her hands to his chest, she pulled at the first button of his shirt, then the second.
Her vagina involuntarily clenched around his fingers, the spill of moisture slickening her further as she fought to find more than solitary pleasure.
“God, Liza.” His free hand slid to her hip, gripping it firmly as she slid her hand to the bare warmth of his chest.
“I want to feel all of you.” She moved to the next button, fighting to breathe, fighting not to come as he stroked ultrasensitive tissue with just the tips of two fingers. “Please, Stygian.”
Slowly, so very slowly his fingers slid free of the clenched depths of her sex. With both hands, he gripped the edges of his shirt and jerked.