And I don't. I keep going, my finger pumping and my tongue swirling, building her higher and higher until I can feel her start to clench around me, her walls fluttering and pulsing with her impending release.
"That's it, beautiful," I encourage her, my voice muffled by her slick flesh. "Come for me. Come all over my face like the good girl you are."
And with one final, desperate cry, she does. Her body goes rigid as she shatters into a million pieces, her pussy clenching and spasming around my finger as she rides out the waves of her orgasm, her release coating my hand.
I keep licking her through it, my tongue gentle now, soothing her through the aftershocks until she relaxes, boneless and spent.
"Holy…oh my god," she gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... that was..."
"Amazing?" I supply, grinning up at her from between her thighs. "Mind-blowing? The best orgasm of your entire existence?"
She laughs, the sound breathless and giddy, and reaches down to haul me up her body until we're face to face. "All of the above," she says, her eyes shining with awe and adoration. "I never knew it could feel like…that."
"Sweetheart," I murmur against her lips, brushing a strand of hair from her face and cupping her cheek in my palm. "That was just the beginning. I will make you feel things you never even dreamed were possible. I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you're screaming my name and making you a mess for me to clean up."
She shivers at my words, her eyes darkening with renewed desire, my dick twitches in my pants like a fucking divining rod.
Before I can keep my promise, the sound of footsteps on the stairs makes us freeze. Then, a voice that's all too familiar rings out in the cramped space of the cargo hold.
"Hey, lovebirds! You two better not be fuckin' in me ship's supplies!"
Fuck. Me. Running.
It's Gideon, and from the sound of it, he's not alone. I can hear Erik's gruff voice and Barnaby's annoying cackle echoing behind him, and I know our little moment of paradise is about to be rudely interrupted.
But you know what? I don't give a shit. Because I just gave my mate the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, and nothing, not even a bunch of cockblocking pirates, can take that away from me.
So, with a grin that's half smug, half apologetic, I help Seraphina to her feet and start straightening out her clothes, quickly tying her corset back, trying to make her look a little less like she just got thoroughly debauched on the floor of a pirate ship.
"To be continued," I whisper in her ear, giving her a wink full of promise and mischief. "And next time, I'm going to make you scream so loud, they'll hear you in all seven realms."
She blushes, but a glint in her eye tells me she's more than up for the challenge.
Danica
49
Rhyland and I scour the landing like a couple of desperate treasure hunters, looking for anything that might help us get our asses over to that pirate ship. I've got a gut feeling that's where the key is hiding, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's to trust my gut, even when it's telling me to do something that will probably get us killed.
Not to mention, my bracelet has been glowing non-stop since we swam into this cavern.
As I scan the area, my eyes land on valves jutting out from the walls on the opposite side of the cavern. "Hey, check it out," I say, pointing to the valves. "What do you think those are for?"
Rhyland follows my gaze. "Could be used to control the water levels."
I grimace, my mind racing with all the ways that could go horribly wrong. Messing with those valves is like playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun. We have no idea which valve does what, and if we accidentally add more water to this hellhole, we're going to be fish food faster than you can say, "Oh shit."
I start walking along the ledge, my eyes scanning the walls for other options. And then I see it—a section of the wall separating us from the back of the cavern, crumbling and weak like one strong breeze away from collapsing.
I make my way over to it, running my hands over the cracked and crumbling stone. "Think you can use your superpowers to blast this thing?"
Rhyland's eyebrows shoot up, his expression skeptical. "You sure that's a good idea? What if the whole damn place comes crashing down on our heads?"
I roll my eyes, my patience wearing thinner than a threadbare thong. "Got any better ideas, tough guy? We need to get over there." I point to the back of the cavern, where I can see solid ground and a clear path to the ship.
Rhyland's jaw clenches, his eyes darting between the wall and the valves like he's trying to calculate the odds of survival. "Fuck it," he mutters, his hand clenching into a fist. "Stand back, baby. This might get messy."
I scramble back, my heart pounding as Rhyland approaches the wall. He closes his eyes in concentration as he reaches out with his power.
