realized he was
tapping into his jaguar nature, the texture of his tongue changed by a partial
shift. The shock of it made the desperate need to come retreat, even as her
body accepted and derived a strange type of pleasure from the unexpected pain.
And as he continued, his tongue rasping gently over her
clitoris, the pressure inside began to build again, stronger and more insistent
although very different from before. It was as though her body refused to find
release, even though it couldn’t help being stimulated by the sensation,
working itself up to a state of hypersensitivity but shutting down the
mechanism by which it could orgasm. Cassie tried to close her thighs, to lower
her leg, but Xbal held her in an unbreakable grip and it was a halfhearted
effort at best. She wanted it to stop, but never wanted it to stop. She wanted
the excruciating pleasure, but also yearned desperately for the culmination it
couldn’t provide.
The contradictions were almost too much for her to take,
pushing her into a place where the entire world shrank to just Xbal between her
legs and the slow, hot, painfully decadent slide of his tongue. Her body went
rigid, the only movements a jerk of her hips to meet each determined swipe of
his tongue. Behind eyelids screwed tightly shut with passion flashed remembered
images of Xbal—talking, laughing, looking at her with amusement, interest,
annoyance—each one a precious taste of the man controlling her every desire
now. And she could imagine the picture they made together, with her spread open
for him, bound in her dress, helpless to resist the beautiful man between her
thighs. Unable but, most importantly, unwilling to resist.
Wherever this divine torture was taking her, she wanted to
go.
It took a moment for her to realize he’d stopped lapping at
her clitoris and for a few beats she continued rocking in tandem with the
rhythm he’d set. Impossible to interpret what she was feeling, for it was all a
jumble, the inferno inside her belly engulfing all sensibilities and leaving
her nothing but a column of caged longing, waiting for him to set her free. She
wasn’t sure how she retained her footing. Lethargy swamped her limbs, although
she felt anything but sleepy. The urge to slide down the door was overwhelming,
although Cassie couldn’t move, afraid to lose the contact between them.
“I have you, baby.” His voice came at her from a distance,
but still had the ability to both pacify and excite. “I’ll never let you go.”
Somehow she believed him, and that belief brought tears to
her eyes, while a shiver of anticipation traveled the length of her spine.
Xbal’s hands shifted, tightened on her flesh, intensifying the sense of safety,
of being exactly where she needed to be. Crazy to feel this way, to give in to
it, even as a part of her tried to say she shouldn’t, couldn’t take what he
seemed to be offering.
“Come for me now, sweetheart. Come for me.”
He barely touched her, his tongue soft again, slick and
gentle as it fluttered over her aching clitoris. Cassie jerked, all the heat
fleeing her limbs to settle in her core, her inner muscles clenching, the
tender assault pushing her toward ecstasy. She wanted him to increase the
pressure, but he didn’t, keeping the contact so light she strained to feel it.
Yet each touch was like experiencing the flick of a lash, the sensations
shocking in their intensity, pulling her outside herself and into a swirling,
crazy world of physical fulfillment unlike anything she’d experienced
previously. Even before her orgasm struck she was almost crying with
satisfaction, her overstimulated flesh soothed into accepting the release it
wouldn’t tolerate before.
It built, growing like a tidal wave within, then it struck
and the world went dark, leaving only the memory of Xbal’s eyes and the
awareness of having been flung out of what she’d always known and expected into
a new, thrilling, frightening place.
A place where Xbal the
tapping into his jaguar nature, the texture of his tongue changed by a partial
shift. The shock of it made the desperate need to come retreat, even as her
body accepted and derived a strange type of pleasure from the unexpected pain.
And as he continued, his tongue rasping gently over her
clitoris, the pressure inside began to build again, stronger and more insistent
although very different from before. It was as though her body refused to find
release, even though it couldn’t help being stimulated by the sensation,
working itself up to a state of hypersensitivity but shutting down the
mechanism by which it could orgasm. Cassie tried to close her thighs, to lower
her leg, but Xbal held her in an unbreakable grip and it was a halfhearted
effort at best. She wanted it to stop, but never wanted it to stop. She wanted
the excruciating pleasure, but also yearned desperately for the culmination it
couldn’t provide.
The contradictions were almost too much for her to take,
pushing her into a place where the entire world shrank to just Xbal between her
legs and the slow, hot, painfully decadent slide of his tongue. Her body went
rigid, the only movements a jerk of her hips to meet each determined swipe of
his tongue. Behind eyelids screwed tightly shut with passion flashed remembered
images of Xbal—talking, laughing, looking at her with amusement, interest,
annoyance—each one a precious taste of the man controlling her every desire
now. And she could imagine the picture they made together, with her spread open
for him, bound in her dress, helpless to resist the beautiful man between her
thighs. Unable but, most importantly, unwilling to resist.
Wherever this divine torture was taking her, she wanted to
go.
It took a moment for her to realize he’d stopped lapping at
her clitoris and for a few beats she continued rocking in tandem with the
rhythm he’d set. Impossible to interpret what she was feeling, for it was all a
jumble, the inferno inside her belly engulfing all sensibilities and leaving
her nothing but a column of caged longing, waiting for him to set her free. She
wasn’t sure how she retained her footing. Lethargy swamped her limbs, although
she felt anything but sleepy. The urge to slide down the door was overwhelming,
although Cassie couldn’t move, afraid to lose the contact between them.
“I have you, baby.” His voice came at her from a distance,
but still had the ability to both pacify and excite. “I’ll never let you go.”
Somehow she believed him, and that belief brought tears to
her eyes, while a shiver of anticipation traveled the length of her spine.
Xbal’s hands shifted, tightened on her flesh, intensifying the sense of safety,
of being exactly where she needed to be. Crazy to feel this way, to give in to
it, even as a part of her tried to say she shouldn’t, couldn’t take what he
seemed to be offering.
“Come for me now, sweetheart. Come for me.”
He barely touched her, his tongue soft again, slick and
gentle as it fluttered over her aching clitoris. Cassie jerked, all the heat
fleeing her limbs to settle in her core, her inner muscles clenching, the
tender assault pushing her toward ecstasy. She wanted him to increase the
pressure, but he didn’t, keeping the contact so light she strained to feel it.
Yet each touch was like experiencing the flick of a lash, the sensations
shocking in their intensity, pulling her outside herself and into a swirling,
crazy world of physical fulfillment unlike anything she’d experienced
previously. Even before her orgasm struck she was almost crying with
satisfaction, her overstimulated flesh soothed into accepting the release it
wouldn’t tolerate before.
It built, growing like a tidal wave within, then it struck
and the world went dark, leaving only the memory of Xbal’s eyes and the
awareness of having been flung out of what she’d always known and expected into
a new, thrilling, frightening place.
A place where Xbal the
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