“It—” She gasped again, and her voice hitched as his devilish fingers explored. “It happens all the…time.”
His voice grew hoarse. “Does it?”
She nodded, her hair rubbing against the pillow. “Nearly every time…I look at…you.”
“Fuck.”
Then his lips were on hers once more, his tongue delving hungrily while his fingers slipped out of her to circle her cleft. A moan escaped her, and shocks of pleasure tingled down her centre.
But she wanted more. She wantedhim, his body, his cock inside her, bringing her to the climax that she knew would come. So she touched him.
His skin was hot as she trailed her hands down his muscled abdomen.
“I want you,” she breathed, unfastening his breeches.
He hissed a breath between clenched teeth. “Yes. Touch me there,” he urged. “Take me in your hands.”
His breeches gaped, and he sprang free, heavy, hard, and leaking. Heather eagerly clasped him in a tight grip and slid her hand up his length, marvelling in the smoothness of his skin there.
He moaned.
“Do you like that?” she asked, her voice husky and entirely foreign to her ears.
“Yes. My god,yes.” His fingers, which had stilled while she worked, began thrusting inside her again, pulling another moan from her lips.
More!
Feeling even bolder, she slid her hand alongside his, dipping and coating her fingers with her dew.
“What—”
Then, she clasped him, covering his cock and sliding her hand easily along his shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, his own fingers continuing their delicious swirl of her cleft and winding her nerves tight. “Heather, I can’t… I want to…”
He lifted up over her and tugged himself free of his breeches, cursing when they got caught on his heel, then helped her off with her shirt.
“I need to be inside you. But first…” He leaned over the swaying bed and reached for something on the floor. He returned with an odd-looking sheath with a ribbon.
“What is that?” she asked.
He carefully slid the thin coating over his erection, stretching whatever it was tight before tying off the ribbon at the base. “It’s a condom. Made to prevent pregnancy.”
She blinked. “That’s rather brilliant. With what is it made? And where did you get it?”
He huffed a breathy laugh. “I’ll tell you and your curious mind later. Right now, I need you to come.”
Positioning himself between her thighs, he bent to lick a path up one inner thigh. Her breath hitched, her hips tilting upward of their own accord. She knew what he was about to do, and she could scarcely wait. Nerves buzzed and tingled throughout her body, and more molten heat flooded the apex of her thighs.
“My god, look at you,” he breathed.
She resisted the urge to squirm under his perusal, but the truth was that she wanted this, wanted him to stare his fill and be aroused by her, just as she was by him.
Then he lay himself upon his elbows, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and licked a stripe from her arse to her cleft. A cry was wrenched from her throat, and her back arched. Percy chuckled, his breath hot against her, as he tightened his grip on her hips.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come,” he breathed against her. “Then I’m going to take this sweet little cunny and pound out my pleasure.”
Her eyes slid closed at his words. “Oh my god, yes!”
