Lake’s tongue lapped at me from every angle, and he slowly slid his finger inside of me with his tongue.
“Oh, god!” I cried out.
The sound of his slurps and moans as though my juices were the best liquid he’d ever had, or like water to a man fresh from a barren desert had me crying out.
I was well-versed in the game of sex and giving and receiving pleasure. But this was something rich and new.
My heart pounded loudly in my chest as my ass lifted greedily higher and higher to make sure that I felt every touch of his tongue all over and inside me. Lake drunk from my nectar, partaking of everything that he felt was his right.
He branded his touch on my soul, etching his ownership on my spirit. How could I ever walk away after tonight?
Within seconds, I was shivering underneath his touch, pumping out of my body everything that he required of me. Releasing my legs from the air, I clasped them tightly around his head, bucking and arching.
But just as quickly, I was pulling back, trying to climb further up the bed as I pressed a fist against my mouth to stifle my screams.
My hips rolled and rocked as Lake’s enormous hands at my waist tried to hold me in place.
When I came down from my orgasm, he was still licking me ever so gently and watching me like a hawk.
I felt so complete, yet; I wanted more from him than what I’d just received. But what I truly needed and wanted wasn’t just about sex. It was about the one thing I’d always longed for.
Lake’s heart.
Lake had removed his coat and waistcoat upon us entering the room. But there were still quite a few items Lake needed to take off before we could fully come together.
When he slid up to me to kiss me again, my hands found their way to his jabot and untied it before unfastening the collar of his shirt. Lake’s hands began working on the rest of the buttons on his shirt as my hands moved to his breeches.
“I forgot to tell you you look rather dashing in your eighteenth-century medieval attire tonight,” I said, smiling up at him.
His eyes glowed with warmth as he smiled down at me, his fingers going still on his shirt for a moment.
“I look even better without them,” he said.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked, tugging at his waistband.
Laughing, Lake moved away from me and climbed off the bed, undressing and removing his silk stockings. Before he returned, he’d reached inside the nightstand beside the bed and removed a box of condoms.
The last thing standing between us was his underwear.
As he came back to the bed, I reached out and grabbed him through his underwear, stroking his thick, hard cock. It came to life in my hand, twitching as if it had a mind of its own, refusing to be controlled by Lake.
My fingers grasped the waistband, tugging impatiently at it. Lake helped me to remove his underwear.
Just as he ripped at the condom in his fingers, I snatched it from him and tossed it to the side. Pushing him onto his back, I climbed between his legs, pushing them apart and gripping his dick firmly in my hand.
“Liltee,” he growled. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. As you said, if we never come together again...I want this moment. Don’t deprive me of it,” I said just before my lips sunk around his wide shaft.
Lake’s eyes widened and then narrowed as he inhaled a deep breath. Slowly, he nestled further into the bed as I lowered my lips further onto him. Pulling back, I readjusted my mouth again, cautiously working my way down until I reached the base.
“Ahh, Z,” he groaned, his hand gripping the base of my neck as he shifted his hips up, plunging his dick further down my throat.
My eyes closed at the touch of his dick at the back of my throat, reveling in its saltiness and the smoothness of him.
“Shit, Z,” he moaned as I worked my way around his dick, my fingers caressing his balls as I moaned and hummed my way along.
Every single inch of him in my mouth felt right, as though designed for me and me alone. My throat even adjusted to accommodate him, as though it knew that this passage was his right.
Thoughts of the outside world sunk further and further away as he slid and pumped his way in and out of my mouth. His grunts of satisfaction and his coaxing words spurred me on until he began spiraling out of control.
Lake’s hand jerking at my hair forced my eyes up to meet his. I could see the indecision on his face between wanting me to go on and needing me to stop.
Knowing that I wanted him inside of me, that I needed him just that bad, I pulled back. Content to wait for him to be inside of me before I encouraged his orgasm.
“Girl, nothing has ever felt so right as you and me in this moment,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me up.
I reached over his head where the condom lay and removed it from the wrapper. Taking my time, I turned around with my ass in his face as I sheathed his penis.
Lake slid his finger in my ass, and I began working my hips, bouncing my ass back and forth on his finger.
“Do you want this ass?” I moaned.
“Hell, yeah.”
“If you’re good tonight, I might let you inside.”
I’d always wanted to try anal, but I’d never been compelled to do it with any of my previous partners.
But being with Lake, here at Prestige, I was ready to discard all of my concerns and cares. If this one night was all that I had before pledging my life to a man that I did not love, nor did he love me, then I’d give Lake everything that I had to share tonight.
