Chapter 111: I’ll eat you for dinner, I’m starving.

One strong hand wraps around my ankle and yanks me to the edge of the bed. My gown rides up and he pushes the fabric higher, higher, until it’s bunched around my waist, then hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly.....so slowly.....drags them down my legs.

When the lace finally leaves my skin he brings it to his face and inhales. The deep, guttural groan that leaves him makes my stomach flip.

"I’ll keep this."

Mt face burns bright. And I’m pretty sure I look like an over ripped tomato right now.

He shoves the panties into his pocket without looking away from me.

Then he pauses to look at me.

"Still with me?"

I nod.

"Words, Nerissa."

"Yes, I’m still with you."

"Good."

I sit up, reaching behind myself to try and unzip the dress, but he catches my wrists and pushes them back down onto the mattress.

"I quite like you in this dress," he says, voice low and rough. "And in this position."

His hands slide up the insides of my thighs and gently part them.

I let them fall open, heart hammering. I’m not a virgin. I’ve done this before.

So I have no idea why I suddenly feel like a blushing bride under his gaze.....feeling exposed, nervous, and so turned on I can barely breathe.

He stares between my legs for a long moment.

"Fuck."

When his eyes finally lift to mine, they are dark and hungry.

"You look so fucking hot like this. I could stay watching you forever."

True to his word doesn’t move right away.

He just stands there between my spread thighs, staring down at me like he’s memorizing every inch of my glistening pussy.

The dress is still bunched around my waist, my bare pussy completely exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of his gaze. My stomach tightens with a mix of nerves and want so strong it almost hurts.

He clears his throat.

"I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t eat dinner then...because I’m starving."

The thought is ridiculous and completely out of place, but it’s the only thing that floats up through the haze of arousal.

Before I can ask him what he’ means by that, before I can say anything at all.....Lysander moves.

He grabs the backs of my knees and pulls hard.

My body slides further off the edge of the bed until my ass is barely on the mattress and my legs are dangling.

Then he does something that steals the breath straight out of my lungs.

He drops to his knees.

I squirm, suddenly self-conscious as heat floods my face, getting the memo of what he wants to do.

"At least let me wash up or som....."

His mouth falls on my pussy before I can finish the sentence.

Hot, wet and open with no hesitation. There’s no gentle first lick. He seals his mouth over me and sucks like he’s been waiting years for this exact moment.

A broken, shocked sound tears out of my throat. My hands fly down to push at his head on instinct, but the second his tongue drags up the length of me....broad and flat and so fucking thorough....my fingers tangle in his hair instead.

"Lysander....oh my god...."

He growls against me. The vibration shoots straight through my clit and makes my hips jerk.

He doesn’t ease up, he’s tongue pushes inside me, fucking me in deep, slow strokes while his nose presses against my clit.

The wet sounds are filthy and embarrassing. I can hear how soaked I already am, and the knowledge only makes more heat flood between my legs.

One of his hands pins my lower stomach flat to the bed, holding me still while the other spreads me open with his fingers so he can get deeper.

He eats me like a starved man....licking, sucking, tongue curling inside me, then sliding up to circle my clit with maddening pressure before diving back down again.

My thighs try to close around his head but he forces them wider with his shoulders and keeps going.

The pressure builds so fast it scares me.

I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s too much, too intense. My stomach starts to tighten in a way that feels different from any orgasm I’ve ever had. Something deeper and heeavier. I try to warn him, try to say his name, but all that comes out is a broken moan as my back arches hard off the bed.

Then it happens.

The first gush of wetness shocks us both. I cry out, half in panic, half in pure, overwhelming pleasure as my body convulses and I squirt....hard....right against his mouth.

I’ve never done it before, i always thought I couldn’t.

The sensation is so intense my vision whites out for a second as my thighs shake violently around his head.

Lysander doesn’t pull away instead he drinks from me, i feel him swallowing, lips sealed tight so nothing spills, tongue still working me through the pulses as more wetness keeps coming.

The low, hungry groan he makes vibrates against my oversensitive clit and forces another smaller gush out of me.

I’m shaking so hard the bedframe creaks and tears prick the corners of my eyes from how good it feels.

Only when the last tremor fades does he finally lift his head.

His mouth and chin are shiny. He wipes the back of his hand across his lips, eyes dark and satisfied as they lock on mine.

"Sweet," he murmurs, voice rough. "I get to eat and drink at the same time. Perfect."

Then he dives right back in and I almost scream.

I’m still too sensitive, every stroke of his tongue feels like lightning. I try to close my legs, try to push his head away, but he doesn’t let me.

He forces my thighs apart again, pins them open with his hands, and goes back to work like the first orgasm was only the warm-up

. His tongue is relentless....flicking my swollen clit, sucking it between his lips, then pushing inside me again and again.

"Lysander....please.....I can’tt...."

He ignores me.

The second orgasm builds faster and harder than the first. There’s no slow climb this time, it crashes over me with almost no warning.

My whole body locks up, and a broken sob leaves my throat as pleasure rips through me so violently my vision swims.

I come harder than I ever have in my life, thighs clamping around his head while he keeps licking me through it, slower now but still thorough, dragging every last pulse out of me until I’m nothing but trembling, oversensitive nerves.

My arms fall limp against the sheets, my chest heaving as the room tilts.

I try to say his name one more time, but my tongue feels heavy, everything feels heavy.

The last thing I’m aware of is the soft, wet sound of his mouth still on me and the low, satisfied noise he makes as my body finally goes slack.

Then everything goes dark.