Page 93 of Blood Stone

From the expression in Adrian’s eyes, he had included that fact in his calculations and now he was watching her face, enjoying her anticipation.

He slowly lowered his head to her breast, his teeth bared.

She gave a small cry as he fastened onto her nipple, for his thumb swiped over the clamped nipple at the same time.

Her eyes drifted shut. This was a purified torture. He teased and stroked and sucked, his teeth and tongue sensitizing the nipple to the point of pain. Then he attached the clamp.

Kate realized she was wriggling, her hips jerking, because she was teetering on the edge of orgasm.

As Adrian lowered his head to her newly clamped nipple she gripped the cuffs about her wrists, her hips shifting, her clit pulsing and her pussy clamping down hard in anticipation. She was so close. She needed only the barest nudge. She quivered on the brink.

His tongue swirled over the tip of her nipple and she gasped. It was electric. Dazzling. She almost wept with the need to come, but it wasn’t enough.

She could see him smiling as his lips hovered over her breast.

He dipped his head and licked her nipple again…only this time, his hand swept through her cleft, his fingers nudging her clit, in four delicate bumps. She was tipped over into a glorious, silvered orgasm that slithered through her, making her groan and shudder.

His lips kept working down her body, giving her no time to recover. Kate lay panting, trying to follow where he was going, and twitching each time his tongue or mouth touched a sensitive spot.

The tip of his tongue swept over the indentation next to her hip bone and she hissed, her hips lifting. He pushed his hands beneath the back of her hips. “Thank you,” he murmured. He kissed her navel, keeping her pelvis tilted forward with his hands.

He slid his tongue directly down her abdomen, a straight trail and she caught her breath again as the trail ended at the top of her slit.

Adrian pushed her thighs further apart and stroked the flesh on the inside, as if he was anticipating his own tasty feast. There was a tiny smile lingering on his lips that spoke of more plans.

“Adrian–”

“The only sounds to come from your mouth should be formless and wordless,” he warned. He spread her nether lips with his thumbs, exposing her swollen and throbbing clit.

“Nirvana,” he breathed. He bent and sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue teasing it in hard unmerciful strokes.

She came inside sixty seconds, with a hard cry that pulled from her belly. But Adrian didn’t stop. Even as she shuddered through the climax, his big fingers thrust into her vagina – deep, rigid and flexing to stroke the muscled walls. They twisted and turned inside her slick channel, so that all her nerve endings were teased and petted.

Kate snatched at the air, her breath barely recovered, as her body quivered and climbed toward another orgasm.Everythingwas tingling, even her lungs as she drew in oxygen.

Her climax didn’t explode over her this time. It arrived between one long held breath and the next, breaking like the top of a wave. And it seemed to last for longer than she had ever felt a climax linger.

But still Adrian didn’t stop.

Even as the climax gripped her, his big fingers shifted inside her. For a fraction of a second, they slid from her, down across her perineum, to rim her anus. She tensed in pleasurable anticipation, as the hypersensitive nerves jumped and quivered.

Then he slid a finger inside her.

She groaned.

Another one, slippery with her moisture, joined the first, stretching her.

Then more fingers were inside her vagina, thrusting deep.

His mouth lifted from her clit, with one last lick at the top of her slit.

And his thumb replaced his mouth, and began to tease in hard, pressured strokes.

Kate cried out with the little breath she had left. He wasn’t giving her time to settle to the sensation of fullness that she so loved, and could never get enough of. She was being overwhelmed.

Too fast, too much.

The climax tore at her throat. She would have screamed if she’d had the breath for it, but it had caught her so unprepared, so fast, she arched, her mouth open, the pleasure leaving her suspended with empty lungs, waiting to draw breath.