When he smashed his entire mouth against my pussy, I jerked up from the blanket. “Oh, Sasha. Christ. Your mouth is so hot.”
I bit my lower lip, fearful I’d scream. He was amused, his chuckle echoing in my ears. My outcry didn’t stop him. He added a third and fourth finger, pushing me further into that blissful space as he pumped like a crazed man.
Panting, I was certain I would erupt in an intense climax when he pulled back, taking it nice and slow. He knew exactly how to pull me to the edge and back away. I was lightheaded, quivering more from the explosive heat than anything else.
He was relentless in his delicious assault, taking the time to kiss and lick both inner thighs. What I didn’t expect was when he smacked three fingers against my pussy.
The pain was vibrant, pulling me right back to the edge. He repeated the action before engulfing my aching tissue with his entire mouth.
His tongue worked tirelessly, sucking and nipping my clit until I was so sensitive my muscles were pulsing. My mind was spinning, the delicious vibrations humming through every of me unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
The man was masterful, once again smacking my pussy lips three times before savoring and comforting me with his mouth. The combination was about to drive me crazy. I tossed my head from side to side, breathless and aching all over.
When he repeated the actions again, that was it. I could take it no more.
With my toes curling and my heart dancing against my chest, an orgasm rushed through me. It was sweet and earth defying. I jerked up once again, staring up at the stars. This time the scream was silent, but I could feel another one pulsing in my throat just like my pussy muscles were clenching and releasing around his thick fingers.
The earthshattering moment slowly ebbed, leaving me incapable of thinking. With stars in my eyes, I tilted my head to the side, pursing my lips together and doing nothing more than watching the tide ebb and flow.
He was gentler with his actions, taking his time to savor every drop. He brushed his tongue down my leg and across to the other one, emitting a slow and husky growl.
“Mmmm… Come again for me, butterfly.”
“I can’t. I’m too sensitive.” And I was.
He was having none of it, his fingers and tongue commanding my body as he’d done with his words. Two more cracks of his fingers and he pinched my clit. The earth around me shattered into a million little pieces as another climax rolled through me. Freight trains hitting my body couldn’t be this powerful.
My voice was strained and I reached for him, managing to grab a handful of hair. He wasn’t deterred in the least that I wasinvoluntarily trying to rip out his hair to hold onto something to keep me from floating off.
He was licking me as if he were a man finding a well in a desert. When he finally lifted his head, I was spent and aching all over. From tension. From continued desire. From the kind of satisfaction that I’d only experienced with him.
The man I was falling hopelessly in love with.
Despite the obstacles.
Despite the danger.
Despite every issue that anyone might think of. I was head over heels about him.
With hazy eyes, I tried to blink away the fog as he lay down next to me. In a strange act of romanticism, he reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers.
I was vaguely aware I’d tried to pull down my dress to cover myself. If I’d succeeded, I wouldn’t know. I was simply lost in being with him. Lying next to him. I lolled my head on his shoulder, studying the bright and beautiful stars above.
“Do you see that star right there?” He was pointing at the sky.
“The bright one?”
“Yes. That’s Vega. Over there is Sirius and that’s Canopus.”
“How would you know that?” I tipped my head, studying his face. He was concentrating and more at peace than I’d seen him the entire time we’d been together.
“When I was a kid, I loved watching the stars. My dad let me stay out all night long. We had a big truck back then and I’d lie in the bed of it just watching the stars twinkle. Eventually, my parents purchased a telescope and instead of hanging out in my room playing video games or talking to my friends, I studied the stars. They’re constant. They’re perfect in their imperfections.”
“So true. That’s amazing.” Being with him was so comforting. I felt free to be myself. It felt as if I could simply let down my hair, which I’d tried to convince him to do.
Maybe in truth that’s what I was advising myself to do.
A wave of heat washed over me even though the night air was chilly. When I sat up, he didn’t move, but when I stood, he rose onto his elbow.
