Cherry Bomb [H.S.]

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Marlowe Finch may have one of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard in my life. A voice that pushes away my darkness, and fills my soul with nothing but pure light. However, the melodic tone of her moans brings out something so feral inside of me. The way she gasps when I sink my teeth into a sensitive spot of her skin. The whines that pass by her lips when I have her right on the edge of euphoria. Those noises do something else to me entirely.

Like right now, with my face buried between her thighs, and my hands holding her wrists down securely next to her hips, I'm a man on a mission.

Our conversation last night, when she asked what I liked during sex, and then let me know her ex-boyfriend didn't always get her off, had me waking up with the urge to satisfy her. I knew that I already had done so during our intimate times with each other thus far, Marlowe had made that very clear, but I wanted to try something a little different.

I had told her on the boat yesterday that I was going to take care of her first thing this morning, and I meant it. Given that she had mentioned sex was pretty straight forward for her, I decided to gently introduce something that I told her I had liked while fulfilling my promise to her, and that was me restraining the use of her arms with my hands. She had given me permission when I asked her with a look of curiosity and hunger in her eyes.

As I look up, I can see Marlowe's back is arched, and her full breasts sway as she writhes against the mattress. I have to pat myself on the back for getting her fully naked before lowering myself down onto my knees at the end of the bed. This view is spectacular. The sunlight peeking through the curtains illuminates her spit-slicked nipples that I had shown plenty of attention to on my way down her beautiful body.

Marlowe squirms harder, clearly trying to lift her hips to rut against my face, and I pull back from her. I hear the huff that passes by her lips before she's tucking her chin to her chest to look down at me.

I scold her with a click of my tongue, and a shake of my head. "Be a good girl, Lo. Stay still for me, yeah? Keep these hips down on the bed."

Her face flushes even more and I smirk softly as I lean forward to graze my teeth along the inside of her thigh.

"You wanna be my good girl?" I ask, and Marlowe's full lips pout even more as she nods at me. "You're already the best I've ever had, but I'll call you a good girl all you want once you stay still for me, and come on my tongue. Okay?"

"Okay," she pants with a heaving chest. "I just need your mouth back on me, H. It feels so good, and I'm so fucking close."

My smirk only grows as I allow the tip of my tongue to barely flick across her clit, causing Marlowe to whimper. Part of me feels bad for teasing her, but I remember just how much she liked me doing it before we fully gave into each other. I know it will only get her more wet, and give her a stronger orgasm, if I continue to work her up.

"Could stay down here all day, if you'd let me," I tell her before pressing a kiss to her glistening folds. "I'd love to wake you up every morning like this. Start of my day by showing this pretty little cunt the attention it deserves, and knowing I've made my girl feel good before she can even roll out of bed."