And that damn lace is still separating the sweet feel of his mouth fully against me.
“Avian,” I cry, my fingers threading through his soft braid as he does it over and over again until I’m a shifting, trembling mess beneath him.
“What is it, baby?” he rasps before settling that devious tongue along my folds once more.
And once fucking more, I can’t feel it the way I really want to.
“Please,” I ask, beg, plea.
“Please what?” The knowing fucker asks innocently.
My lashes flutter at first, but then, when I look down at him, his body is comfortably lying between my thighs while his long fingers toy lazily with the edge of my panties. Oh, he loves this. He’s comfortable and happy to just tease me until I’m shaking for the rest of the day.
Possibly the long hours of the night too.
If I give him what the wants... will he give me what I want?
Mmm, it is worth a try, isn’t it?
In the most rasping, wanting voice, I say, “Please fuck me with your mouth, Avian.”
The smile on his lips widens as his eyes blaze with a look I’ve never seen before. His fingers stop the tracing of the fabric at the apex of my thigh, and instead, he slowly twists that pretty material in his hand.
And with a harsh rip that sounds through the room, he’s torn them away so nothing more covers my wetness from his talented, torturous mouth.
His silver eyes are locked on mine as he slowly lowers his head once more. The heat of his breath fans over my sex, and my thighs shake around his smooth shoulders. He takes his time. He enjoys the emotion he’s searing into me with every move he makes and every ouch he doesn’t give me.
“Avian,” I beg once more.
And it’s that gasping sound of his name against my lips that sets him into action. His mouth opens wide, and he dips into my opening deep before sliding all the way up and pressing the flat of his tongue hard over my sensitive mound. And that’s where he stays. He flicks and rolls and sucks. Faster and faster, he uses his sweet mouth to bring me the dirtiest pleasure. Intense waves course through my body from every flick of his tongue, and it isn’t enough.
He knows it too.
Because he traces his talented fingers along my wetness, skimming along the edges of where I want him most. Where I need him most.
Then he shoves in hard and fast, and the breath in my lungs tears from my throat so rapidly, I can’t seem to catch a single ounce of air, despite how much I try. And those mysterious gray eyes never do leave mine. He takes me in with the sight of sound and the feel of falling.
He sees me more than I see myself.
Especially now as he guides himself slowly in. And then out. The strong line of his jaw is a flexing muscle with every little move he makes, and I can’t take my eyes off of him either.
It’s different now. It’s different from when we shared Roman, and the three of us couldn’t get enough of one another even if we tried. In this slow thrusting, sharp-breathed moment, we aren’t taking for the sake of pleasure. We’re giving for the divine possibility that connecting on a deeper, much, much deeper level will set our twin souls on fire.
His arm flexes as he holds himself above me with one arm while sliding his free hand down the smooth curve of my hip. He holds me there with the heat of his hand brushing lower over my ass before digging sharp nails into my flesh and sinking in so deep it hurts.
A sting of pain is nothing compared to the scorch of pleasure he gives me. A slow smile curves his sexy lips. He doesn’t pull back. He doesn’t fuck me harder.
Instead he grinds deeper. He tortures that secret spot that only he and I know about in this moment, and he drivesalllllof his attention there so many times that I become a gasping mess at his disposal.
And Goddess, does he use me.
My spine arches. His hips keep flexing. My body tenses. His hips keep flexing. My entire core of drifting sensation turns to uncontainable twirling chaos that coils so tight, it all comes to a point of no return.
And his hips keep fucking flexing.
And then he gets exactly what he wants.
He gets every single part of me.
