Page 101 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

In response, he lifted off my shirt and kissed the space between my breasts.

I could see the heat rising in my body. The red flush spreading over my skin like a wave of lava. I could watch exactlywhat Victor was doing to me and it was exhilarating in its own right to see.

“How’s this? Still helping?” Victor asked and lowered himself to the floor between my legs. I wasn’t sure where to look. At him and his beautiful thick lashes lowered to look at me? Or at his reflection as he spread my knees and fit himself so perfectly between them?

“Yeah,” I mumbled, completely entranced.

“You like watching, zhizn’ moya?” he asked.

I swallowed and nodded.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.” He pushed his hands up my skirt until his fingers curled around the waistband of my panties. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”

I watched my own body move for him as I pushed my ass off the mattress, giving him the leverage to pull my panties down.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he said and I whimpered at those few little words - because I could see exactly where he was focusing his attention when he said them.

“Victor,” I whispered, pleading for him to continue.

He wordlessly bunched my skirt up, baring my pussy to him. “Gorgeous,” he repeated, hot hands running down my thighs to my knees. He had them hooked over his shoulders in a split second. “I fucking love your legs.”

“Oh god,” I whimpered, because each of his words was a hot breath tickling over my delicate skin, “god, please.”

“God’s not here, Cordelia. He can’t help you.”

“Victor. Please.” I ran my hands through his hair again.

“Beg,” he commanded.

Beg. The word echoed through my mind, then plummeted straight down my center.

“Please,” I breathed.

“You’ll have to do better than that, zhizn’ moya.” He chuckled, then blew on me. The air hit my wet folds like a ghost touch, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Fuck,” I hiccuped, “please Victor. I need to feel you. Please, I beg of you, just touch me.”

It didn’t take more than that for him to delve forward, his tongue flicking against my sensitive flesh. I let out a loud moan and bucked against him.

I could see my reflection, flush and desperate, clinging on to Victor like my life depended on it. Meanwhile Victor’s arms flexed as he gripped my hips. His shoulders rippled with every move as he devoured me.

Each flick of his tongue against my clit fanned the fire that was building fast and ruthlessly in my center.

I moaned and tried to move against him, but he had me clamped into a death grip, keeping my hips exactly where he wanted them as he tortured me with his mouth. He grazed his teeth over me and thrust his tongue into me, driving me to a breaking point. Only to then ease up again and give me a few breaths of respite.

My cheeks bright red, my dazed reflection looked back at me from the mirror.

“Please,” I whimpered, breathing shallow.

“Beg,” he growled.

“Please,” I croaked, “please let me come. I need to come. I can’t… I need to.”

He let out a hum of appreciation, then dove forward with more force than should have been possible. I was almost knocked back to the mattress, but his hands on my waist kept me steady.

He pushed his upper body against my hips at the same time as his arms pulled me into him. My thighs clenched around himas his tongue struck deep. I was wound all around him. Tighter and tighter and tighter.

Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and it was over. The tension snapped from my body. Limbs shaking, I fell over a deliciously hot edge and back into the soft sheets. My body jerked against his grip until the aftershocks quaked through me. It wasn’t until I whimpered his name that he let go and crawled over me.