Cat's Lair
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He felt her body coiling. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his face buried in her. “Give it to me. I want it now. Give it to me.” He pressed his mouth over her clit and suckled, using his tongue in little butterfly strokes to stimulate her further.
She screamed and went wild around him, hips really bucking, body writhing, head tossing. He could feel the powerful orgasm sweeping through her body, the tight muscles clamping down hard. He was ruthless, refusing to stop, to give her any break.
“More,” he demanded. “I want more from you.”
His tongue pulled at the molten gold, all the sweetness her body gave him. He plunged two fingers deep and used his tongue and the edge of his teeth to drive her back up hard and fast. He loved the sensations, her cries. His.
He let go just long enough to raise his head slightly and make his demand. “Give me more, baby. I’m not done. I want more.” He was greedy for it. For her honey and her orgasms. For her musical mewling cries. For the way she chanted his name, so breathy. So needy.
His tongue was back immediately, pulling more spice from her. He could hear the nearly feral growls coming from deep in his throat, rumbling in his chest. His cock swelled to the bursting point, aching and hard with its own demand. Still he couldn’t stop, licking and sucking and once again using his teeth and fingers.
Her body stiffened. Shuddered. He felt the rewarding clamp of her muscles, a vise around his fingers. Her cry was lower, more muted, but pulled from somewhere deep inside of her. This time the orgasm was even stronger, like a powerful tsunami that gathered strength as it rocked through her body. He rode it out, catching the spilling liquid, flicking her sensitive clit with his tongue, stroking her thighs and using his fingers to press deep into that tight channel.
“Eli.” She gasped his name. “You have to stop. I can’t take any more.”
“Yes you can. You will. Your body was made for this. Sex. Sin. Everything. Whatever I want. You’ll love it, baby. You’ll come to need it, just like I do.”
She pulled at the handcuffs, trying to twist her body, trying to dislodge his mouth, but he’d already clamped down again, taking her over, taking what he wanted, driving her right back up hard and fast. Ruthlessly. Brutally. He heard her breath catch on a sob, but her body still spilled that hot, addictive liquid gold right into his mouth.
Catarina was afraid now, the fear skittering like tiny footprints down her spine, terrified she might lose her mind. He didn’t know it, but she already needed this. Needed his mouth and his hands and his cock. She couldn’t imagine her life without it. But he was going too far, taking her too high. She thought she might go insane, lose her mind at the pleasure spilling through her, overtaking her, pushing her so high she feared she would never come back.
Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. It belonged to him. She couldn’t think or reason when he was touching her. Her mind was in complete chaos and the tension in her body just coiled tighter and tighter. She needed another release. Desperately. Only it didn’t come. She got close, reached for it, and he backed off, flicking his tongue until she wanted to scream with need.
“Eli.” She could barely get his name out.
“Hmmm?” He didn’t look up. Didn’t stop tormenting her. He licked more. His hands framed her entrance so that he could dip his tongue into her again and again while she writhed under him. “You know what I want from you.”
She couldn’t think. There was no way to think. No way to remember what he wanted. She’d give him anything. Do anything. Let him do anything. Wasn’t that enough? She bit back a sob of frustration as once again she got so close, the burning between her legs nearly exploding, and then he lifted his head as if he knew – and he probably did. He licked along the insides of her thighs.
Shards of desire clawed and raked at her. Streaks of fire rushed from her breasts to her core. She needed him. Was burning up with that need. She couldn’t stay still. His mouth and fingers were relentless. He pushed her up and up until she thought she would come apart and never be put back together, but just before she could make that drop, he slowed his feast and left her panting and pleading.
“I don’t,” she admitted, her voice trembling, her mind in such chaos she wanted to scream with frustration or sob with need, “I don’t know what you want.”
He took another long, slow swipe with his tongue and she nearly shattered. Nearly. She came off the bed, or tried to, but she couldn’t move her hands and he had her pinned down and completely open to him.
“I want more than ‘Eli’ from you. And I want you to say, in words, how you feel about me.” His voice was a command. A threat. A promise.
She went still. Her heart thundered in her chest. His mouth went right over her slick entrance, his tongue plunging deep, and she did sob as the pleasure pushed to the point of pain. She needed to come. Needed to shatter.
“Honey, please.” That was the best she could do. The best she could come up with when her body wasn’t her own and her brain couldn’t think. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Please what?” he murmured, not lifting his head. He began a lazy, languid licking of her body. Flicking his tongue. Using his teeth and fingers and then retreating when she went mindless and boneless just before she could tip over the edge.
“I need you in me.” She was begging and she didn’t care.
“I need something from you, baby. I need it more than you need what I can give you, so let’s trade.” Again he didn’t look at her. He was too busy with his clever tongue and his exploring fingers.
She screamed and went wild around him, hips really bucking, body writhing, head tossing. He could feel the powerful orgasm sweeping through her body, the tight muscles clamping down hard. He was ruthless, refusing to stop, to give her any break.
“More,” he demanded. “I want more from you.”
His tongue pulled at the molten gold, all the sweetness her body gave him. He plunged two fingers deep and used his tongue and the edge of his teeth to drive her back up hard and fast. He loved the sensations, her cries. His.
He let go just long enough to raise his head slightly and make his demand. “Give me more, baby. I’m not done. I want more.” He was greedy for it. For her honey and her orgasms. For her musical mewling cries. For the way she chanted his name, so breathy. So needy.
His tongue was back immediately, pulling more spice from her. He could hear the nearly feral growls coming from deep in his throat, rumbling in his chest. His cock swelled to the bursting point, aching and hard with its own demand. Still he couldn’t stop, licking and sucking and once again using his teeth and fingers.
Her body stiffened. Shuddered. He felt the rewarding clamp of her muscles, a vise around his fingers. Her cry was lower, more muted, but pulled from somewhere deep inside of her. This time the orgasm was even stronger, like a powerful tsunami that gathered strength as it rocked through her body. He rode it out, catching the spilling liquid, flicking her sensitive clit with his tongue, stroking her thighs and using his fingers to press deep into that tight channel.
“Eli.” She gasped his name. “You have to stop. I can’t take any more.”
“Yes you can. You will. Your body was made for this. Sex. Sin. Everything. Whatever I want. You’ll love it, baby. You’ll come to need it, just like I do.”
She pulled at the handcuffs, trying to twist her body, trying to dislodge his mouth, but he’d already clamped down again, taking her over, taking what he wanted, driving her right back up hard and fast. Ruthlessly. Brutally. He heard her breath catch on a sob, but her body still spilled that hot, addictive liquid gold right into his mouth.
Catarina was afraid now, the fear skittering like tiny footprints down her spine, terrified she might lose her mind. He didn’t know it, but she already needed this. Needed his mouth and his hands and his cock. She couldn’t imagine her life without it. But he was going too far, taking her too high. She thought she might go insane, lose her mind at the pleasure spilling through her, overtaking her, pushing her so high she feared she would never come back.
Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. It belonged to him. She couldn’t think or reason when he was touching her. Her mind was in complete chaos and the tension in her body just coiled tighter and tighter. She needed another release. Desperately. Only it didn’t come. She got close, reached for it, and he backed off, flicking his tongue until she wanted to scream with need.
“Eli.” She could barely get his name out.
“Hmmm?” He didn’t look up. Didn’t stop tormenting her. He licked more. His hands framed her entrance so that he could dip his tongue into her again and again while she writhed under him. “You know what I want from you.”
She couldn’t think. There was no way to think. No way to remember what he wanted. She’d give him anything. Do anything. Let him do anything. Wasn’t that enough? She bit back a sob of frustration as once again she got so close, the burning between her legs nearly exploding, and then he lifted his head as if he knew – and he probably did. He licked along the insides of her thighs.
Shards of desire clawed and raked at her. Streaks of fire rushed from her breasts to her core. She needed him. Was burning up with that need. She couldn’t stay still. His mouth and fingers were relentless. He pushed her up and up until she thought she would come apart and never be put back together, but just before she could make that drop, he slowed his feast and left her panting and pleading.
“I don’t,” she admitted, her voice trembling, her mind in such chaos she wanted to scream with frustration or sob with need, “I don’t know what you want.”
He took another long, slow swipe with his tongue and she nearly shattered. Nearly. She came off the bed, or tried to, but she couldn’t move her hands and he had her pinned down and completely open to him.
“I want more than ‘Eli’ from you. And I want you to say, in words, how you feel about me.” His voice was a command. A threat. A promise.
She went still. Her heart thundered in her chest. His mouth went right over her slick entrance, his tongue plunging deep, and she did sob as the pleasure pushed to the point of pain. She needed to come. Needed to shatter.
“Honey, please.” That was the best she could do. The best she could come up with when her body wasn’t her own and her brain couldn’t think. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Please what?” he murmured, not lifting his head. He began a lazy, languid licking of her body. Flicking his tongue. Using his teeth and fingers and then retreating when she went mindless and boneless just before she could tip over the edge.
“I need you in me.” She was begging and she didn’t care.
“I need something from you, baby. I need it more than you need what I can give you, so let’s trade.” Again he didn’t look at her. He was too busy with his clever tongue and his exploring fingers.
