Deeper Healing

52| Fill Me Up

Leilani Edwards

My heart pounded so heavily in my chest I could hear it drum in my burning ears, my chest heaving so wildly it protruded my taut nipples even more.

Nikolai fucking Coleman. The man he was.

Seeing him in the disoriented state he was in, eyes reduced to slits, breathing rugged and barely able to sit still before I'd even touched him made me mentally cuss at myself.

I should have taken him to paradise sooner and now that I could give him what he clearly desperately needed, I couldn't help but feel overheated, a tightening ache seizing the dripping patch between my legs. A void that needed to be filled by him using his strained erection.

I wanted him to fill me up and stretch me with that thick and long shaft, standing at attention in my face.

It was just as big and mouthwatering as I imagined it. The head was a ruddy red nearly two shades darker than the shaft. It pulsed with blood and one pearly drop of liquid sat on the tip.

"Leila," he groaned, his voice a husky plea. "Ple—Fuck."

I wrapped my hand around the vividly hot shaft. So silky soft. And iron stiff. I couldn't make him wait longer than he already had and his hissing response and buckled hips were nothing but the motivation I needed to keep going.

Rubbing my thumb against the tip, I spread that little bit of moisture around the head, my mouth watering to taste him.

I clenched my thighs hard enough to feel a sloppy glide between my folds while I slowly slid my hand back and forth on his shaft, feeling its length.

I watched his facial muscles contort into a mask of pleasure, his fingernails digging into the chair as he hissed again.

I slid my hand up and down his shaft in a repeated motion, this time, running my tongue from the base to the tip of his cock.

There was no going back. I was starving for him and I wanted to feel all the pulsations of his cock in my mouth.

Using every bit of skill I had with my hands, I brought him right to the brink but backed off every time I felt him get too close to climaxing.

His balls were drawn up so tight, that I took pity on them and transferred my attention for several minutes, rolling them in my hands, stroking one finger between them before dragging the tip back along his perineum.

He groaned, one hand reaching for me to weave into my hair and cup the back of my head.

I let Nikolai's cock slip between my lips, wrapping my lips around the head first and glazing my tongue over it before easing the rest of his shaft to fit into my mouth.

His cock was so big I was choking before taking all of it, but I loosened my muscles taking him as far down as the back of my throat until I reached the base. I stayed still for several seconds, feeling him grow bigger in my mouth while I gagged and rolled my tongue around his shaft.

I withdrew my mouth from his cock, wrapping my lips around his shaft as I slid them back to his tip, my hands following right after from the base.

Sucking him deep with my hands pumping his cock, I held him in place, letting my tongue rasp against the slickness of his skin.

He stilled for several seconds, head thrown back, the sound of his rough breathing scraping the air around us.

He smelled like a clean male, tasted salty and hot. I let myself work him with abandon, shoving everything aside. I didn't want to rush, I wanted to savour and let myself revel in sensations while bringing him to his orgasm.