Page 16 of Lau Ahi
Heat traveled from where we were connected causing my heart to race even more.
I wondered how I would maneuver myself to his mouth but he took all the guesswork out of everything. His hands gently parted the slit at my waist making the two halves of my skirt flow behind me and down his legs like the tails of a morning suit.
The nerves that I expected to overwhelm me weren’t there. More than anything, I was anxious for him to make a move. To touch me, caress me. To make good on the promises he’d silently given me in the past hour.
But he lay there unmoving.
After a few moments, I knew he was waiting on me to give him a command but that almost felt as momentous as mewalking in the door. He’d resisted contacting my skin and I was now craving the touch of his hands.
And his tongue.
“Eat.”
Nothing else was said as he scooped me into his massive hands and somehow lifted me up with ease. His mask was the perfect height for him to have full access to me and he wasted no time before devouring me.
“Dear God.”
I thought the plea had been spoken in my head but when the sound echoed through the room and returned to my ears I realized I’d spoken aloud. I couldn’t help it. He’d gone in immediately for the kill as his lips latched onto my clit and sucked. Hard. As though it were a punishment for me taking so long to grant him permission to have access to me. The tongue flickering he’d been doing was now something I was experiencing up close and too personally as he traveled from my clit to the teasing of my folds all while bracing my weight in the palms of his hands. With ease. My hands went to the headboard attempting to find purchase so I had some type of leverage to ease up the assault he was giving me.
But it was pointless.
I was so overwhelmed with the sensation of how good he felt that I didn’t have time to think. My brain couldn’t take over and all I could do was feel. His fingers gripped into my flesh as if they wanted to be buried as deeply inside me as his tongue now was. My eyes squeezed shut my brain unable to take in any other stimuli besides what this stranger was delivering to my core.
The clenching of my stomach came over me so fast I wasn’t even aware that I’d been moaning until I heard the strangled sound end as my muscles tightened. I wanted to be embarrassed about how easily I was succumbing but there was no resistance. Pleasure like this was something that I could become addictedto and I was more thankful than ever that he didn’t know who I was.
I pulled my dress over my head but made sure the mask was carefully in place. In the process, the bun that kept my hair secured loosened and my hair fell down my back slowly as I watched his eyes track the strands as they unraveled.
“Touch me.”
I needed to know if he was going to stay true to his stance of letting me have control before I went any further.
“Where?”
His obedience was fortifying. “Everywhere.”
His fingers immediately went to my hair and I waited on him to ask some offensive shit like if it was all mine. Instead, he touched the strands that lingered near my nipple softly before he uttered one word.
“Kilika.”
The inflection of his words sounded familiar but I couldn’t place where I’d possibly heard his accent from. It seemed to be a mix, much like my natural accent but my body was too on fire to hone in on where I thought I had heard it before.
His hands grazed my nipples again sending pulses through me that had me battling to squeeze my thighs together. Instead, I moved down his chest wanting to get to the main course. Despite how delicious the appetizer of his talents was, I wasn’t sated because his skillful tongue proved the best was yet to come.
He broke his promise sitting up as his hand halted my progress. In the darkness, I glared at him his face half in shadow before giving him the command.
“Lie down.”
The hand deserted its post on my arm his body lowering back to the mattress dejectedly.
“Mistress, I’m not disobeying; I’m worried—”
Stubbornly, I didn’t bother to heed him and I pushed him back down on the bed. I knew he wanted to stop me. Could see the urge to take control in every bulged vein in his neck but he wanted to keep his word. And I felt comforted because he didn’t want to break a promise.
He’d said one word in a language I didn’t know, barely brushed my nipple and I was leaking for him. There was no room to be ashamed; my mind too overwhelmed with feeling to recognize anything else. One touch and I knew why addicts got hooked. If they had this feeling of being alive for the first time I could commiserate with their struggles to quit. This man had seemingly erased all the negative emotions I’d conflated with sex with a brush of his hand and the flickering of his tongue.
And now I wanted more.
My thighs lifted and I was grateful that they’d grown so strong over the years. His reservations hadn’t caused him to go soft. The opposite seemed to have happened. Being this close to him his dick seemed to grow in anticipation of what was to come. The turgidity of his shaft a testament that despite his protests and concerns he was as devoted to reaching this end and feeling my depths as I was.
