Freakshow

Chapter Eighteen

Cairo laughed as I spoke my challenge and immediately went to work, proving his claim. The panties were tossed somewhere to the side and I wrapped my fingers in his thick hair. He shoved my dress up over my hips and pushed me back on the bed.

I laughed as his beard tickled the inside of my thighs, but my laughter died on my lips the moment he found my clit with his tongue and speared it like a warrior seeking his target.

He really was going to do his best to rewire my head and rename the words for pleasure, until they all carried his name.

"Oh," I whispered as he lapped at me like a man in the desert dying of thirst, "Fuck, Cai, how do you do this to me?"

He growled against my cunt and the vibrations made me groan with joy. Deep guttural noises started to bubble up inside me, in my excitement, I wasn't able to contain it and gasped as I came against his face again. His tongue was relentless, never letting up even as I wiggled and twisted in pure, unadulterated bliss. I might have once been embarrassed by the noises I emitted, but I was too far gone

"Okay," I said as I felt the last pulses of orgasm thread through my body, "You win. Cairo is synonymous with pleasure, you're right."

He pulled his face from the valley of my thighs and grinned, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the soft light of the room. "Don't give up that easy," he said and lazily parted my folds with his thumb, "besides, I'm just getting started."

"Are you kidding me?" I gasped as he found my clit again. It was already swollen and sensitive from the previous torment, and I swore I could feel an electric current traveling from my pussy to my brain. With each pass of his rough thumb, explosions of colour and sensation went off behind my eyes. "You're going to destroy me before the night is done," I said, my voice ragged from my panting breath.

"That's the point," he said and nibbled my upper thigh, "I'm going to fuck you until you fall apart...dissolve in my fingers. Then I'll soothe your shattered soul and stitch you back together until everything has new meaning and Cairo is the only word you have for pleasure, remember?" He moved upwards and nibbled my flesh until he reached the edge of the beautiful red dress. He tugged at it, and when it didn't give, he took it in two hands and pulled it apart at the seams. The flimsy, delicate material gave way under his desperate rending.

I worried for a moment that I'd have to pay for the dress, but thought that must be one of the perks when fucking the boss. He could tear the fucking thing from my body, and it didn't matter. He slid his tongue along my skin and I wiggled out of the remnants of the dress.

I gasped as he found my belly button, licked it and sucked the gentle rise of my body on the other side. I sighed, said, "I think I could easily be convinced." I held his head in my hands as he moved higher. He sucked one breast, rolled my flesh between his teeth and moved to the next. I bit my lower lip and moaned in ecstasy, the combination of post orgasmic bliss, unspoken love and pure, animal lust was a potent drug. It still almost didn't compute though, how he had managed to connect his touch to my brain. Why was he the one who did what nobody else could?

"Cairo," I said and felt the word on my tongue, rolled it like a fine wine. It was becoming something else in my head, no longer just a city, or a man, but something bigger and more meaningful than either one of those things on their own.

As he reached my neck and started to lick my skin, growl and groan little noises of need in my ear, I was slowly becoming converted to the idea that he was pleasure, he was joy.

He truly was beautiful, if such a word could be used to describe the most feral specimen of manhood I'd ever encountered.

"Liv," he said and shoved my thighs apart with his knee. "I've been wanting to do this since the moment I first saw you."