Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183

“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, Kingsley.”

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I smiled against her skin and kept going. I licked her from bottom to top, collecting her wetness on my tongue, tasting her. She was sweet and musky, a taste I wanted to drown in. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, pressing down lightly, and she cried out, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, gentle at first, then harder, my tongue flicking against the sensitive nub. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her hips rocking against my face. I pushed my tongue inside her pussy, fucking her with it, tasting her from the inside, and she grabbed the sheets and arched her back, a string of incoherent sounds falling from her lips.

Her pleasure was intoxicating. I could feel it in the way her body responded to every touch, every lick, every suck. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her pussy dripping with wetness. I moved my mouth to her inner thigh, sucking a mark into the soft skin, and she whimpered. I kissed my way back up, my tongue tracing a path over her hip, her stomach, the underside of her

breast.

I took her nipple into my mouth again and she moaned, her fingers stroking the back of my head, her breath warm against my ear. I sucked and licked until she was panting beneath me, her body squirming, her hands clutching at my shoulders. And when I looked up at her, her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face a picture of ecstasy.

I slid back down and buried my face between her thighs again. I licked her pussy with long, slow strokes, savoring the way she tasted, the way she sounded, the way she moved against my mouth. I brought her to the edge with my tongue, then backed off, letting her come down, only to build her up again. Each time, her moans grew louder, more desperate, until she was begging without words, her hips grinding against my face, her fingers pulling at my hair.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Kingsley.”

I pushed two fingers inside her pussy, slow and gentle, stretching her carefully. She tensed for a moment, but I kept my mouth on her clit, sucking and licking, and she relaxed into the sensation. I moved my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue, and she cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body shuddering, her moans filling the room.

I held her through it, my mouth still on her clit, my fingers still inside her, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she collapsed against the mattress, breathless and trembling.

She took a shaky breath, and I pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling her pussy stretch around me, her walls clenching and resisting and then giving way. She let out a whimper, her eyes squeezed shut, her body tense beneath me.

“Look at me,” I said.

She opened her eyes, and I saw the trust there, the complete and terrifying trust.

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thrust forward, sheathing myself inside her completely, and she cried out, a sharp sound that cut through the quiet room. I tayed still, letting her adjust, letting her body learn the shape of me inside her. Her pussy was hot and tight, gripping me like he never wanted to let go, and I had to focus on breathing, on staying still, on not losing myself entirely.