Page 71 of Full Out Fiend
He tastes delicious—salty and clean, with a hint of crisp apple I identify with him without thinking. I take my time savoring his length, running my tongue under the head of his dick and sucking him so deep he moans.
“Enough,” he eventually declares, stepping back so I can’t continue my rhythm. “I need you.”
He’s helping me up the next second, crowding my space until I’m clambering back toward the headboard.
Once he joins me on the bed, he traps me with a searing kiss and looms over my body. My legs wrap around his strong, taut frame. He’s deliberately holding back and trying not to crush me as I cling to him and desperately pull him closer.
There’s something beautiful about the way we ebb and flow in the bedroom. This is what we are. Push and pull. Desire and restraint. The tension between us is stronger than ever.
There’s something sacred about these final moments of resisting each other. Now that we’re here—now that we’re really doing this—I have an even deeper appreciation for all the restraint, space, and respect he’s shown me over the last few months.
Because this? The way I feel right now, with his body hovering over mine, his eyes roaming my frame, and goose bumps erupting all over my skin? It’s almost unbearable.
I’m propane. He’s the flame. How we’ve gone this long without combusting is unfathomable. I want him more than anything. To burn with him—to be engulfed in his personal brand of fire. To bask in the way he touches me, teases me, uses me. To savor how he makes my body ignite the way no one else ever has.
When his erection grazes my center, we moan in unison.
“Hold on,” he grits out, reaching for the bedside table in the next breath.
Catching his arm, I stammer over my next words. “We don’t—I mean, I don’t think—”
He freezes, then searches my face.
I take a deep breath to steady myself. I have no doubt about what I’m going to say—I need him to know I’ve already thought about this and that I’m sure.
“Part of my prenatal bloodwork was a full STI panel. I’m clean. You said you got tested once you found out the condom broke…” I trail off, realizing my potential miscalculation too late. There was a solid month between our first time and Fielding finding me again. Now we’re nearly four months past that moment. It’s silly to think—
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since you. It’s just been me and my fist, jacking it every night to memories ofthis.” He cups my pussy when he says “this,” his fingertips dipping into my folds.
My heart leaps into my throat at his confession.
His eyes light up with amusement.
“What?” he teases. “You really think anyone could top this perfect cunt? You ruined me, Daphne. That night—wrapped up in you, drowning in the way you made me feel—it was everything. You’re all I’ve dreamed about since we were together this summer.”
He shifts backward then and repositions his head between my thighs, hovering so close his breath tickles my clit.
“I’m going to devour you. Then I’m going to fuck you raw.”
When he does finally bring his mouth to my center, it’s with so much force I jerk my hips in response.
“Shh. I’ve got you,” he soothes, placing his hands on each thigh to hold me open and pin me down.
He really does.
There’s no hesitation as he nips and sucks, laps and licks. He’s starving, and I’m the only thing that can quell his hunger.
He holds nothing back as he eats me out: his tongue and teeth working together to devour me, as promised. His big hands caress my thighs, then part my pussy lips. He fucks me with his tongue hard enough that I almost come.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit in rapid succession. Building me higher. Pushing me further.
“You taste so fucking good… like you’re all fucking mine.”
The first tingles of release dance up my spine. Before I can make a sound, he’s right there, engulfing my clit. He sucks hard and holds on tight as I buck and writhe in his grasp. It’s the push and pull that I crave with him—it’s his intensity and determination that throw me over the edge.
My orgasm washes over me while simultaneously taking me even higher. The walls of my pussy clench around nothing, desperate and needy but so damn satisfied at the same time.
Fielding is relentless, his vacuum seal on my clit driving me higher and higher even as I unravel. My body spasms again and again until he finally nips at my clit and comes up for air.