She looks at me with shameless desire before letting her legs fall open, inviting me in. “You’re a natural. Like a penguin on ice.”
I do not know what a penguin is, but the sight of her glistening sex urges me forward, drawing my full attention.I need to taste her.That is what she wants. I know it as clearly as I know my own name. It is a pure knowing. Instinct in its most un-evolved form.
“You want me to kiss you. Here,” I whisper as I run the backs of my fingers over her swollen mound.
“Fucking hell,” she whimpers, pushing her hips towards my hand. I brush over her again, and she nods quickly. “Yeah … that’s exactly what I want.”
My mouth quirks up in a grin. I can feel her pulse thudding between her legs as she watches me with wide eyes. Her breasts rise and fall with each hungry gasp. Her fingers dig into the mess of sheets around her.
I run my fingers through the arousal dripping from her and watch in pure awe as she bucks against my hand. She is all fire and fury and need. And I am lost in a haze of disbelief. She is real. This is real. I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking her arousal from them and watching her watch me.
A bright red flush creeps down her neck. “Fuck… Ok.” She gasps. “Yup. This is … uh … wow.”
“What next?” I ask playfully.
“Now you continue what you started.” She pulls her feet towards her hips, opening herself further to me. “Now you kiss me.” Her eyes flick down between her legs.
As I lower myself, it becomes clear my shoulders are too broad to fit between her thighs. I grip the backs of her knees and position her legs over my shoulders, feeling pleased with my solution.
“And now?” I ask, working hard to avoid smiling. It is clear she knows I am teasing her. Her eyes are full of indignation that sends a nearly painful throb through my cock.Gods, I really do enjoy her ire.
“Now you use that clever tongue of yours,” she manages.
Tongue.That makes sense.
When my mouth is less than a breath away, I ask, “Here?”
“You’re such an asshole!” she pants. “Please lick me before I grab those fucking horns and?—”
I interrupt her with a long swipe of my tongue, and she cries out a broken and exquisite sound.
I think I love this woman.
21
A NEW FEAR
AMARA
THE SIGHT OF Vexar’s horns rising between my thighs is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I add it to the growing list of things about him that are both new and strangely familiar. The deep rumble of his voice, the reverence in his gaze, the feeling of his rough hands on my skin; all of it seems to spark some distant familiarity. Like I’ve already lived this in a dream.
What started as a clumsy exploration is no longer clumsy. My eyes roll back as his hand digs into my hip, holding me tightly. Tension builds and flutters as he moves—finding what makes me moan but never lingering long enough to push me over the edge.
I knit my fingers into his hair and manage to ask, “Are you trying to tease me?”
He responds by slowing his pace further.
“Fuuuck.” He’s not a tease, he’s a jerk. A big, beautiful jerk. And somehow, he’s my perfect match. He’s not intimidated by me, or overly sensitive to my snark, and damn, he’s good with his mouth.
I’m nearing combustion at his gentle exploration, but nomatter how much I roll my hips, or how hard I pull on his horns—holy shit, I’m pulling on his horns—he keeps his languid pace. I think he’s intentionally avoiding my clit, and nothing I do earns me anything more than a gentle flick. My body is coiled like a spring—muscles tense, sweat glistening, breath heavy and narrow.
“Please,” I beg, “just a little higher.”
He laughs. He fucking laughs!
Ok. So he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Is this payback for the pain I put you through?” I groan. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I shout, “Please!” I’ve become nothing more than a needy, pliant beggar, but at this point, I’ll beg shamelessly if it means I get some sort of release from this carnal torture.
