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 touch 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 myopening 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 slides in ever so slowly with one finger, and then two, and the breath in my lungs tears from my throat. 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 crawls up my body in a worshipping way. Bright eyes search my face as he breathes me in. He pushes down his pants between us and the smoothest skin brushes along my thigh. He holds his weight carefully above me with one arm. Then with careful control, he sinks slowly in. And then out. His thickness stretches me fully and I release a long breath of air. 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 overmy 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.
He takes it all while holding me against him and letting me combust around his shaft in a pulse of thundering waves of a release like I’ve never felt before.
He doesn’t stop for a single second, but he does lean in closer. His lips brush over mine, and he kisses the sounds of my shuddering orgasm. He tastes it slowly with that devilish smile still taunting his lips.
When it fades away at the edges long enough for me to focus on him, he stares down on me with awed amusement shining in his pretty eyes. My body continues to work against his, but it’s still that lazy, delicious, slow movement of feeling every part of one another.
I’ve never had sex like this. I’ve never moved so slowly and felt so much all at once. Every part of me is heightened. Because of him. It all builds on top of each other until I’m coming all over again. I shatter again and again and he takes it all.
After several minutes, he slows his rocking hips. The energy settles and I try desperately to catch my breath. I kiss him, and he slides his tongue slowly over mine before pulling slightly back from me.
“It’s cute that you think you’re done,” he whispers sweetly.
Because then he slips away from me, settling a bit away from me between my shaking thighs and gives me another devious look that the devil himself should be fearful of.
“Get on your knees, Cersia,” he commands in that rasping, gentle tone of his.
My lips part but no words come out.
