Limitless

Release

"Now I'm in charge." He said playfully. I laughed openly but he ignored me and dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked until I gasped for breath.

He ignored my obvious want and moved to kiss and suck his way down my stomach, replacing a rough hand on my breast instead. My body was pure heat. I threaded my fingers through is hair while my body pressed into his kisses. He slid his hand down and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties before he yanked them off tremendously unceremoniously. I laughed again because it was so unlike him to rush anything but it seemed as though he couldn't help himself. He lifted himself from the bed to stand before me, the bulge in his boxers a hell of a lot more prominent than it had been.

"God Yves!" he exclaimed looking down at me.

I giggled at the look on his face.

"What?" I asked amused.

"You're beautiful." The blush on my cheeks burned even hotter.

"So are you." I said taking him in.

He hesitated before speaking again.

"If I'm honest, I'm a bit nervous."

"Why?" I asked still smiling.

"I don't want to hurt you." He said frowning seriously.

"I trust that you wont Fabian." I said lifting myself so I was sitting in front of him. I pulled the hem of his boxers down, albeit with some resistance from the enormous bulge. My heart thudded in my chest and my mouth went dry. He was a lot larger than I was expecting him to be and I suddenly understood his concern. Before I could think about it anymore he had pushed me back down onto the bed and placed a hand firmly on my stomach and wedged himself between my legs. Before I could protest he went down and placed his mouth onto the most sensitive part of me.

My back arched involuntarily while my hands clutched the bedspread. He continued to hold me in place, his large hand pressing down my my lower stomach, while he licked and sucked. My body shivered beneath him but it didn't deter him. Instead he hooked my leg over his shoulder, opening me up further for him.

"Oh god." I said throwing my head back, arching myself further into him.

I could feel him smile into me but he didn't stop, instead went lower. He replaced his missing tongue with his thumb which rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves excruciatingly.

I wanted him to stop but at the same time it was so exquisite I couldn't will myself to tell him to stop. His beard tickled and scratched the inside on my thigh making me even more sensitive.

Something was building inside me. I felt a deep ache and my body grew more sensitive with each passing second.

I placed my hands in his hair trying to pull him away but he put his hands on my bottom and pulled me even closer, angling me so that he had even greater control, exposing even more of me to his mouth while holding me in place, just where he wanted me. I moaned desperately trying to suck in breath; my entire body was tensed... waiting.

He pulled away suddenly and I thought I was going to die.

"Why are you stopping?" I asked breathless looking up at him.

"Oh..." he said smiling while pressing my legs further apart, "I am not stopping. I really just need to see all of you for this next part..."

He stood between my legs, looking me over. I didn't feel shy, if anything, impossibly excited about what he chose to do next.