Arranged Roommates

|42| On His Knees

His thumb continued to glide against my clit, and the burn of his finger felt smoother and silkier than before. I couldn't help but rock against his hand. "It feels good now... Keep go-"

My sentence transformed into a loud moan, as my head rolled back to rest on the mirror and my eyes closed involuntarily when he nudged that erogenous spot inside of me that was till now, undiscovered. It was like an untapped diamond mine, waiting to be found. Stars and galaxies blazed behind my closed eyelids as he patiently and tenderly coaxed the touch deeper, curling his finger, making me gasp and tighten with mad pleasure.

Penetration wasn't something that I enjoyed much, as compared to clitoral stimulation everytime I experimented by myself, but it appeared like I just wasn't able to reach at the right place....because...this. This feeling right here, his finger pressing against that tender sweet spot inside of me, felt like a whole other realm of pleasure.

Moisture ran down my thighs, making a mess. The pressure singed when another finger joined the first, but before I could protest to the burning sensation, his mouth descended to capture that tight bud between the sensitive folds where my entire being seemed to have been summoned. His mouth flickered and flattened at a steady pace, keeping me on the edge of that intense relief, altering between kissing and suckling, with his fingers still moving inside me. I couldn't help but grind my hips harder, whining and withering when he didn't move faster.

"Move a little faster, please..."

The pulse of his chuckle rumbled through my core, making my toes curl at the teasing feather of his voice against me, "What's the hurry, baby?"

That taunting smirk on his wet glistening lips made me want to kick him and kiss him at the same time.

I growled in frustration. "I will kill you right now, if you don't-oh yes...yes, just like that..." My threat quickly became a series of gibberish babble, as the sound of my small sighs and mewls echoed throughout when he gave me exactly what I had pleaded for.

The spiral of pleasure seemed to ascend, climbing higher and higher as Aryan fondled through the desperate, delicate bundle of nerves with his touch and tongue, tugging the flesh until I was compelled to lift my hips at the surge of an unbearable sensation. One of his hands went up my stomach to cup my breast and pinch the stiff peak of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A fire burned from the point of contact and dived down to my core, heightening the tide of sensual bliss.

A moment of stillness ensued before the release of the blinding coiled pleasure that melted all the strain from my limbs. I clung to his hair roughly, shaking all over, needing something to hold on to.

His tongue laved hungrily, not stilling, and kept pressing, with his fingers still driving inside relentlessly. I cried his name over and over again, till my voice was hoarse, and nothing but a whisper of his name on my lips remained.

After the last trembles of euphoria waned slowly, I was too light-headed to move or speak. Feeling his fingers slipping away from me, a low sob rose up my throat when his mouth sipped ravenously onto the sweetness, his tongue thrusting inside making me moan at the soft sensation.

I unexpectedly felt empty, craving for that throb of having his fingers inside me. My hands fisted the silky waves of his unkempt hair, before clutching his broad shoulders as he rose up gradually.

A dimpled smile tipped up his glinting pink lips, as he enveloped me in his arms, the coarsely silky scruff of his chest hair tickling my naked torso. After a moment of silence, he asked playfully, sliding his hand against my back, and his mesmerizing eyes skimming through mine in wonder and awe, "How much on the scale of one to ten?"