Midnight Muse

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, Princess,” Knox says, and I almost whine when he pulls away from me, but he’s kissing his way down my body. I lift my head, watching as he brushes his lips over the tops of my breasts, taking his sweet fucking time. It’s frustrating in the best way, and when he looks up at me from below, with his jade eyes all wide like that, I almost shatter right there. But then he’s saying, “I have to taste this sweet little pussy first,” and my eyes roll back into my head as my body tries to arch into his.

Knox’s tongue circles my pert nipple in a tease before he’s sucking it into his mouth, grazing his teeth across it. His free hand takes my other breast, and the roughness of his palm combined with the flick of his tongue has me melting even further into his mattress.

My fingers find his bare shoulders and I dig my nails in, hissing when he rolls my nipple between his teeth. Fuck, I need his cock right the fuck now, my pussy is throbbing.

“Please!” Apparently, I’m not above begging, but I’m dying up here. My poor pussy has been neglected for so long but I will never admit it out loud. She’s well acquainted with my hand, but with all of this foreplay, she’s a weeping mess.

Finally, Knox’s fingers slip lower. Full body goosebumps break out across my flesh as his touch dances gently down my sides.

I almost come when he slides them into the waistband of my panties, but he’s teasing me again, snapping the elastic against my hips.

“Might have to keep you here all night, Princess, so I can study you with my tongue,” he says, leaning down to lick a stripe up the sensitive inside of my thigh. “My hands,” Knox continues, and his words are accentuated with a brush of his knuckles down the center of my core. The thin fabric of my panties does nothing to ease the feeling of his touch. I keen deeply, and somewhere in the haze of the storm that accompanies his touch, I don’t realize that he’s slipping from his pants and boxers, his thick, full length on display. “And my cock,” he finishes, rubbing himself against my completely soaked panties.

“Knox,” I mewl desperately, but I don’t have to wait any longer because he’s already prying my underwear down my legs and settling himself between them, admiring the glistening view.

I’m already fisting the sheets in my fingers and it’s an effort to lift my head and peer down at him, watching in anticipation as he finally, finally, lowers his head to my dripping pussy.

Fucking fuck, is Knox wicked with his tongue, sweeping a deep stroke up my slit. He groans and the sound reverberates against my clit and it’s all too much already. I figured he was going to be good with his hands, being an artist, but this…the gentle to harsh touches of his tongue against my pussy is otherworldly.

I gasp when he fucks his tongue into me, grinding my hips as I desperately chase the feeling. His hands are planted on my hips to prevent me from scooting up the bed, keeping me held tightly to his face for him to ravage.

It’s like he’s been starving for years and my pussy is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. He works his tongue, fucking me with vigor. He sucks greedily at my clit and I arch for him. One of his hands is warm across my abdomen, pushing me back into the mattress.

I’m delirious off of the feeling of him. My thighs clench tightly around his head as heat builds in my core, but it doesn’t seem to be slowing Knox down, not when he’s flicking his tongue so greedily. He must enjoy the desperate noises I’m releasing and the way I’m pulling his hair because his chest rumbles with pleasure when I come all over his face without warning.

Before I can even catch my breath, before I can blink the euphoric spots from my vision, one of his fingers plunges inside of me.

His knuckle brushes the bundle of nerves that light me up like a fucking Christmas tree and I can’t control the pleas of encouragement falling from my lips. He takes my praise with pride, working a second finger into me, curling and twisting them, thumb still teasing my clit.

As he works me right to the edge again, tipping me over into oblivion, I thank him. Knox is a giver, that’s for sure.

When I’m whimpering from overstimulation, Knox pulls away. He doesn’t go far, looking longingly at my pussy as if he’s already missing it. My orgasm coats his mouth when he looks up at me, glittering in the light. His thumb strokes a soothing pattern against my hip and I know that I wanted a reprieve from his devilish tongue, but when he’s looking up at me like this, my pussy flutters again with need.

“You all right up there, Princess?” Knox teases, crawling his way back up my body. He’s following the guidance of my fingers still twisted in his hair, slanting his mouth over mine, sharing the taste of me in a lazy kiss.

I hum into his mouth, blissed out from my orgasms. I peek my eyes open to peer up at him and I find him already watching me, admiring me with a soft curve to his mouth. It makes me preen a little. I’m excited to finally see this side of him, happy and calm. Wrapping my legs around his hips, we share a groan when his cock bumps into my soaking pussy, teasing us both.

“Condom,” I gasp, because I’ve been reduced to one-word sentences with the feeling of his cock against my core. He’s so big, and I would be going down on him if it weren’t for the way that I desperately need to feel him inside of me, right this fucking moment.

Knox reaches over me, pulling open the drawer of the small table next to the bed. He roots around for a moment and then he’s pushing back on his haunches and tearing open the condom wrapper, pulling it out.

“Let me,” I offer, and I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to turn any darker, but they do when he passes it over.

My mouth waters at the sight, all perfectly pink and beading at the tip. He’s hot and heavy, silky like heaven. I can feel my wetness clinging to it from when I writhed against him.

With a wicked tease of my own, I give his cock a tug, reveling in the low groan that emits from the back of Knox’s throat.

“Princess,” he warns, and my thighs clench at the deepness of his tone.

I don’t wait for Knox to take charge. As soon as I finish rolling the condom over his dick, I guide him closer, ushering him through my slick folds as I stare up at him with big, innocent eyes.

“Fuck me, Knox,” I breathe. “I can’t wait another second.”

His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss and he slowly presses into me.

“Fucking fuck, Princess. You’re so tight for me.” Knox’s words are shaky against my mouth like he’s struggling to hold himself back from pressing into me all the way.

My only response is his name, a mewl on the breath that’s forced from my lungs with each inch he plunges into me.