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for all I managed to move him. I pulled down
harder, but he stubbornly refused to budge.
    His lips moved to the skin beneath my chin
and sucked hard. The sensation went straight to my groin, making me throb and
gasp. I arched up in an attempt to connect with the full length of his body for
some much needed friction.
    “Please Sethian…” I pleaded when I felt him
immediately push my hips down with a firm hand.
    “Not yet,” he said against my neck, and I
nearly groaned in frustration.
    He had barely touched me at all, and my
whole body was already tightening and throbbing with a painful arousal that had
me writhing beneath him just as fervently as all the other times when he had
taken me with little to no foreplay. Hell, just the smell of him was like an
aphrodisiac, an indescribable musk that defined the very essence of what it
meant to be male and powerful.
    Sethian moved his hand from my hip over to
my groin, his fingers sliding through my already damp pubic hair to the very
center of my pleasure where he began to slowly, maddeningly massage my clit
with two fingers in a light, barely there stroke as his mouth moved down from
my neck to latch onto one of my aching nipples. I entangled the fingers of one
hand in his hair along the crown, absently tugging in time to the circular
motions of his fingers teasing me towards completion while I crammed the other
into my mouth and bit down hard in order to keep from screaming.
    Being masturbated by Sethian felt
inordinately different than pleasuring myself. The utter lack of control over
the rising tide of my approaching orgasm had somehow amplified that pleasurable
tension by at least a factor of three. For all I knew, his intensions could be to
bring me to the brink of ecstasy and then at the last second leave me hanging
and begging him to let me come just to tease me. I never knew that uncertainty
could be so stimulating…
    I cried out and nearly yanked his hair out
by the roots when I abruptly felt him bite down on my nipple with enough force
that the sensation crossed the pleasure threshold into pain. I shuddered as his
tongue immediately began to caress the sting away and his hand between my legs
began to rub my sex more quickly and aggressively. I gripped the sheets tightly
in my hands and arched into both sensations, his name spilling from my lips
over and over as if that alone would push me closer to the climax I was now so
desperate to achieve.
    Sethian pulled on my nipple with his teeth
as a parting tease that broke my litany of his name and made me squeal before
moving his head down my body. Then suddenly his hand was gone from between my
legs, and I groaned in utter dismay at the loss of stimulation just as I was
nearing the peak.
    I arched up, trying to find something, anything to rub myself against to relieve the maddening throbbing and pressure in my
groin, but Sethian once again firmly pushed my hips down. He proceeded to
spread my legs a little before I could voice my displeasure, and then I nearly
swallowed my tongue when I felt the first wet, utterly fantastic swipe
of his tongue across my clit.
    I had always thought that I would be too
embarrassed to ever allow anyone to perform cunnilingus on me, but it had never
occurred to me that the very act would short-circuit my brain to the point
where I couldn’t have formed a thought to save my life, much less felt anything
like shame. My whole existence had shrunk down to only the feel of that tongue
vigorously caressing the most intimate part of me until my toes were curling
into the sheets and I was pushing myself into his mouth, literally begging him
to give me release before I went insane with overstimulation.
    Then my entire being seemed to explode with
an ecstasy that turned my already hazy vision completely white and tore
Sethian’s name from my throat in a drawn-out scream that was also a half-sob.
Even still, Sethian kept up his relentless oral stimulation as my body
shuttered and was racked with