With her core quivering from the eagerness she felt on his tongue, she shoved his mouth away with a feeble hand, knitting her eyebrows at him.
He drew tired, shallow breaths, his pupils glistening with primal hunger in them as he licked his lips clean.
He had been taken over by his nature to hunt, and he needed her for survival. Every inch of his body was screaming for her. He slithered down, and began licking her inner thighs. He wasn't letting even a drop go to waste.
His long, bifid tongue sticking so voraciously against her skin, sent jitters down her spine. Her waist arched, sweat coating her skin like second skin. Her head spun from pleasure, tingles spiralling all over her body, while his tongue trailed up, nearer her heat.
He was in a trance, saying just one word, "more," his heart on fire, as well as his senses.
Her chest heaved, her groin overfilled with his eagerness. It was as if she was losing control even over herself. So, she slapped him, darting her eyes on his glazed eyes.
But he still continued saying, "more."
His insanity sounded like a threat to her—threat to overpower her authority.
She would never let him forget his place. She would always remind him where he belongs and where she does. She gritted her teeth and slapped him again.
Yet, his plea grew needier, his fingers tightening around her thighs.
"Are you fucked in the head?" She grunted, pushing him on the mattress, and sat on his thighs, grasping his throat.
"Give me more, Manasa, please. I need more." He cried, his face turned red from all that eagerness, the glaze just as persistent.
She saw that he was not getting normal anytime soon, and instantly mounted his face, her shins digging into the mattress beside his face.
A smile so insatiable drew upon his face while his tongue instantly entered her, his knuckles around her thighs pulling her closer.
He began flickering his tongue, his eyes rolling back, lost in the ecstasy that his heart felt overflowing with pleasure.
Against the strong lashes of his tongue, she began grinding, her moans circling the room, her fingers clutching into his hair.
His whimpers leaking pure pining intensified the pleasure surging in her body, her body twitching.
The knot in her stomach grew bigger and stronger. Her body tightened, her head spun, her arms stiffening when she released in his mouth, grunting like she had run a mile.
Yet, he wasn't fulfilled.
As her juices oozed against his tongue, and entered his throat, his fingers tightened around her thighs, his tongue continuing to flick inside her insides, his mouth sucking her dry.
"God! You're insane." She pressed her palm to his forehead, and lifted herself away from his mouth.
"More." He gasped, hissing his long tongue out, and leaned up against her vagina, his drowsy eyes fixed on the goal.
"Get back in your position." She breathed as she slapped him, making him fall back into the pillows.
"Manasa." He cried, slithering helplessly onto the mattress. He had to obey her, even when all he wanted to do was glue his mouth to her vagina and have at her.
"I'm giving you nothing, if you continue to act like this."
He quickly zipped his mouth, his eyes still glazed, and breathed, "yes, Manasa. I'm sorry."
Once he was put in his place, she positioned against his cock. He was watching her with impatient eyes, biting his lip with a heaving chest, waiting for her to sink him in deep pleasure.
He wanted to feel that security, belonging and ecstasy again. He wanted to feel like he belonged to her so deeply that his own identity disappeared.
"Manasa." He grunted a cry, gripping her waist. He could not waist any longer. His dick was twitching with thick pre-cum.
He bucked his hips, and pulled at her waist when she slapped him and said, "behave!"
He cried out louder, but controlled himself, the nerves on his huge arms popping as she finally, slowly sat on his dick.
It slipped in easily, shoving him back into the land of pleasure and belonging: his hands fell back into the mattress, clutching the sheets, his hips slowly, automatically bucked into her, his lips creating such a lustrous melody, his eyes closed.
He bit onto his lips, his head sinking into the pillows. She ground on him, her heart racing, watching how submissive, how devoted and how he gave himself to her, taking every bit of pleasure with so much need.
He looked divine. It pulled at her heart. She could watch him like that for hours. She could fuck him for hours, just to watch him like that.
"Manasa." He called her name, turning his head into the pillow, lost in the pleasure.
She moaned, her eyes darkening and paced her hips.
Her sweat dripped on his chest, her hands squeezing his neck. All he did was call her name, and, "I love you so much, Manasa."
She breathed out in pure satisfaction, rolling her neck at the ceiling. It was all she ever wanted and dreamt of.
A man like him was her dream, moaning under her, telling how much he loved her.
"Open your eyes." She grunted, her insides tightening.
His eyes unbolted as if heaven itself had hailed upon him. The mist in his eyes pulled him closer to losing his mind, when the darkness in her eyes crossed through his palpitating heart.
A smirk on her face sent a shiver down his body, and then a cry of pleasure cracked through his mouth, his dick shuddering inside her, his juices flowing.
Her insides caught the heat of his dick, her own release shuddering against his quivering cock. Her body caught in the fire, tightened and she collapsed upon his chest.
Her eyes opened, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her stomach against the mattress.
She breathed heavily for air, as if she had run a mile, and lifted herself, sitting up. Her mind was still in the mist of the night in that conservatory. She opened her eyes properly, looked around, her eyes tired and realised where she was.
In her room.
The rose had served her and taken her back to where she belonged. In her room. In her world.
THE END
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