Draw Me In

TO BE CONSUMED

ZARA

The assault on my body with his tongue was lethal. A weapon of mass destruction, and I had no defense against it. Not that I wanted one. It was an all consuming pleasure. I both wanted to run away from it, and run head first into the battle. Our eyes were locked on each other. The visual adding an extra element to all the sensations I felt. I had never watched anyone devour me. Nor put so much intent into it.

There was a pressure building in my core. I was losing the ability to hold myself up any longer. But I could not stand the thought of breaking our eye contact. I leaned back to brace myself on my elbows. It opened me wider to him. That made him eat me with more fervor. Spiking my need to a new level. Taking one of my hands, I dug my fingers into his locs and pushed his head further into me. I could feel the rumble of his growl against my flesh. I was now delirious with pleasure. I rocked my hips to match his pace. The brink of an explosion drawing closer. I was slick with arousal. The sounds of it all consuming. Sensing how close I was, he pulled back. I fell back with a whimper at the loss of his mouth.

Just as quickly as my back hit the bed. He ran two fingers up my center causing me to shiver and jerk. My flesh was sensitive and swollen. He then ran his fingers back down before inserting them inside me and forming a hook with them. The pads of his fingers rubbing against the most sensitive part inside of me. All I could do was rock my hips against his hand. The pressure slowly building back up again. Tiny dots of little white stars appeared in my vision. It was like seeing the galaxy.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me. I realized in that moment that I was not above begging for my release. I had now been denied twice. I was not sure how much more of it I could take. The rise and fall of it. “Look at me, Bèl Mwen” he instructed.

I obliged without hesitation, lifting up on one elbow. I would do whatever he asked to have him back where I needed him. His face and beard glistened with my wetness. He smiled wickedly before sucking his fingers into his mouth. My breathing hitched watching the action. He took his time bringing them back out from between his lips.

“I could taste you forever” he announced.

“Then taste me some more” I pleaded.

Instantly his fingers were inside me again, and his mouth on my swollen nub. There was no patience in his devouring this time. I barely had a second to catch my breath. The pressure in my core at its peak again instantly. I rode against his face without abandon. A string of curses and mangled pleas spilling from my mouth. I was so close.

He replaced his mouth with his thumb as he continued his movements. He began placing kisses on my inner thigh. It was all becoming too much. I was coming undone. And then he bit me. Right on my inner thigh just past the crease.

His name exploded from my lips as fireworks went off behind my eyelids. The bite sent such a pleasure through me that I wanted to cry. I’m quite certain I did. I could feel liquid falling from the corners of my eyes. I blindly sat up reaching for his head and held onto it for all the life I had in me. He sucked, and pushed, and rubbed as I cascaded over a cliff that I didn’t even know I was standing on. That I didn’t even know existed. His arms gripped around my thighs, holding me in place as I fell. When I finally landed back on solid earth, he licked the spot where he had just bitten me. My grip loosened but I did not let go.

It wasn’t until I felt him rising up from his position that I released my hold on him. My body felt loose. My bones had become jelly. I was spent.

He stood and grabbed a foot. He slowly began undoing the straps. Once he had that shoe off, he gently placed my foot back down and started on the other. I lay there in a peaceful haze as he went to work. When both shoes were off, he climbed onto the bed next to me. I leaned against him as he sat my body up and undid the zipper to my dress. Neither of us exchanging a word. We didn’t need to. He handled me so gently. As if I would break in his hands. I wasn’t so sure that I wouldn’t.

When I was fully undressed, he walked to the head of my bed. He pulled the covers back and signaled for me to get under them. Moving slowly, I crawled up. It took all the strength I had left in me. I collapsed the moment my head could touch the pillow. I felt him pull the covers just enough to cover my body.

I could hear him rustling with his clothes behind me. The bed dipped as he climbed in behind me and settled himself. The warmth of his body radiated against me. I leaned into him without a thought. Prompting him to wrap his arm around my middle. My body hummed from the residual effects of my release. His hardness pressed against my back, but he made no moves against me. He didn’t try to go for his pleasure. It made me feel subconscious. Not really sure why. The man had just devoured me like I was the last meal he would ever get in this world.

Was this how one night stands work? Never having had one before, I wasn’t sure. I had only had a handful of partners, all being long term relationships. Now my mind was in overdrive with questions. Did they normally cuddle afterwards? Or did the say thanks and leave? Was this even a one night stand? Was I unknowingly entering into a relationship? How do I even ask that? Are these type of questions too soon. The blissfulness I felt was slowly slipping away as my mind became a tornado.

“Your energy has changed, is there something wrong?” He asked behind me.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment, or scare him away. So I decided to answer with a half truth.

“I’m just thinking about what just happened”

I mean, that is technically what I was thinking about. It just wasn’t all of it. I didn’t include the borage of questions firing off in my head.

“Did you not like it? Are you regretting it?”

I could hear the worry in his voice. As if he had anything to be subconscious about. He had just practically sent me into orbit and back. How could even think for one second that he did anything wrong. Or that I didn’t enjoy it for that matter. All evidence pointed to the opposite of being dissatisfied. I had to quill those thoughts of his immediately.

“I more than enjoyed it” I assured him. “I have never experienced that before”

It was the truth. I’ve had good lovers, even a bad one or two. But this was completely different. I have never felt so wanted by a partner. They usually only brought me pleasure long enough to get to theirs. Yet he hasn’t even tried to get his. It was new to me. Now it made me wonder if he didn’t want to.

“I’m wondering was it not enough for you” I stated tentatively. I was afraid of the answer that he might give.

“It was enough for tonight” he said while kissing my cheek in a reassuring manner. “But for now I want you to sleep, Bèl”.

Satisfied with the answer, I did exactly that. Slipping into a dream instantly.