'I Do' For Revenge
Chapter 205: Not Yet Done
CHAPTER 205: NOT YET DONE
He slipped one thick finger beneath the lace, not inside me, just gliding through my wetness, spreading it up to circle my clit with the lightest touch. My back ached off the bed.
"Tye... please..."
"Please what?" His voice was smooth and rough at the same time. He circled lazily with a slow, madden ing pace. "Please stop... or please don’t ever stop?"
I could n’t form a word; I co uld only moan as he kept up with his teasing game. He gave just enough, then always more, un til I was dripping and shaking so hard that the hea dboard tapped against the wall.
Finally, finally, he hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and eased them down my legs, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered: the dip of my hip, the sensitive crease where thigh meets body, an d the trembling inside of my knee.
When they were gone, he settled between my th ighs, hands sliding under my ass to tilt me exactly where he wanted.
His hot breath brushed against my clit, a nd I clenched on nothing.
"Look at you," he said with awe. "Soak ed. Swollen. Perfect."
He pr essed one soft , open-mouthed kiss to the top of my mound, then another lower, and another, until his to ngue finally parted me with one long, slow lick from my entr ance to clit.
I saw stars.
He took his time, giving long, lazy strokes that had me writhing, then quick, fluttering flicks that made my legs shake.
When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked, gently then firmly then gently again, I cried out, grabbing a handful of his hair and grinding my hips shamelessly against his mouth.
Every time I got close, he eased off, just enough to keep me on the edge. My thighs wer e trembl ing, and my breath came in broken sobs.
He ’d soothe me with soft kisses to my inner thigh, and whisper filthy-sweet things against my skin: "Not yet, baby... I want you d ripping down my chin first... want you so ready you take every inch of me without a single second of pain..." then dive back in like he couldn’t get enough.
I lost track of time. Of everything except the wet heat of his mouth, the rough slide of his stubble, and the way his strong hands held me exactly where he wanted me.
When he fi nally slid two fingers inside me, cur ling them just right, I was so far go ne I could only whim per his name.
He stroked that spot inside that made my vision blur and sucked my clit in perfect rhythm until the pleasure hit so high I couldn’t breathe.
"Tye—plea se—l et me—"
"Come for me, Helena," he g rowled against me. "Come all over my tongue."
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I broke.
The orgasm h i t in long, powerful waves of pleasure. Every mus cle tightened as I pulsed around his fingers and against his m outh, my back arching so much I almost came off the bed.
Tye didn’t stop though, he just ran his tongue along my slit gen tler now, drawing my orgasm out until I was boneless and gasping, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from how goo d it felt.
Only when the last tre mor faded did he crawl back up my body , kissing a lazy path over my stomach, between my breasts, along my th roat. His lips were swollen, glistening with my we tness, and the sight sent a fresh rush of heat straight to my core.
He ran a h and through my damp hair. His eyes were gentle, even though the rest of him was a mess: red lips, tight jaw, and his erection was bulging agains t his boxers.
"Hey," he whispered. "You with me?"
I managed a shaky laugh, reaching up to tra ce his bottom lip with my thumb. "I don’t think I’m ever leaving this bed."
"Good," he said, nipping my thumb, then my lip. "Because I’m nowhere near d one wit h you tonig ht."
Tye then leaned i n and kissed me slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then pulled back just far enough to gri n.
His forehead rested against mine, bo th of us b reathing hard. My legs still trembled, and the room smelled like sex and the faint trace of his colo gne.
"Ho ld that thought," he murmured. "Need to get you some water b efore I ruin you all over again."
He slid off the bed, his boxer doing nothing to hide how hard he still was, as left the room. When he came back he was holding a tall glass, condensation already beading on the sides. He sat on the edge of the bed and tipped it to my lip s himself.
"Dri nk, princess."
The water was so cold it m ade my teeth ache, perfect after the heat still pul sing through me. I swallowed greedily, wat ching the way his throat worked when he took a sip after m e.
A single drop escaped the corner of my mouth; he caught it with his thum b and sucked it clean while maint aining eye contact.
I set the glass on the nightstand and croo ked a finger. "Come here."
He obeyed, stret ching out beside me. I pushed him onto his back and s traddled his thighs, then reached for the cold glass.
I took another long drink, l etting the ice clink agains t my teeth, then leaned down and kissed him. The cold water passed from my mouth to his and he groaned into it, his ha nds coming up to grip my waist.
I broke the kiss and trailed my chilled lips down his throat, over his collarbone, until I reached his che st. His nipples were already tight from the air and everything we’d done. I circled one with an ice-cold tongue an d w atched him jerk.
"Hele na..."
I didn’t answer with words. I closed my mouth over the small peak and sucked hard. My fingers found the other nipple, pinching , rolling, and twisting just enough to sting sweetly.
Every time I p inched, his hips would lift off the bed and his cock would rub ag ainst my stoma ch through the f a bric. He was tense everywhere, breath c oming in sharp bursts.
I took another sip of wate r, held it in my mouth, and slid lower. When I pulled his boxers down, his hard cock sprang free. I’m not g ood with sizes, but he was obviously way bigger than average size.
I let the cold water trickle from my lips onto his tip and he cursed, spreading his thigh wider. Then, with my tongue still cold from the water and my c hee ks hollowed, I took his hardness in my mouth.
The c on trast was obvious with my cold mouth on his warm skin. He let out a broken sound and reached for my hair, holding on without p ushing.
I took him deeper, letting the cold melt into heat, swirling my tongue around the ridge, then pullin g b ack to blow cool air over the wet skin. His abs clenched so hard I could count every ridge.
I kept o ne hand at the base, stroking slowly, while the other went back to his pinching, tugging, and twisting his nippl e in time with every bob of my head .
He started thrusting to meet my movemen t, shallow at first, then harder, like he couldn’t help it. I let him; I wanted him to lose control. His gri p on my face tightened as he took control and started fuckin g my mouth.
I could feel his tip hitting the back of my throat and I had to hold his thighs to keep myself from falling over .
"Fuck... Hel ena, y our mouth..."
I hummed ar ound him; the co ld water was long since vanished, leaving only s uction and wet heat. His hips snapped faster. I pulled off just long enough to w hisper, "I want it on me," then took him back in, deeper than be fore, r elaxing my throat.
That was all it took.
He pulled out wit h a g rowl, his hand fisting his coc k once, twice as he spilled his load.
The first hot stripe hit my cheek, the second my lips, and the rest painted my throat and breasts in thick pulses. I sta yed on my knees between his thighs, chin tilted up, letting h im mark me while he shuddered through it.
When he finally leaned back against the pillow s, his chest heaving, he stared a t me, as if he couldn’t believe I was real.
He reached for me with shaking hands, thumb smearing his semen a cross my bottom lip.
"Fuc k, Helena," he ra sped. "You’re going to kill me."
I licked my thumb clean and smil ed. "Not yet," I said. "We still have all night."