“Mm-hmm.” She felt herself sliding toward darkness already.
“You don’t get to sleep yet, woman.”
She felt him working to turn her around to face him and tried to help. She honestly did. Her brain and her body, however, were not working in sync with one another, and he ended up doing almost all of the work.
“There we go,” he crooned. “That’s it. Feel a little better?”
Now facing him, her head on the pillow next to his, she watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Mmm.”
He chuckled again. “If I robbed you of your powers of speech, I must have done something extra good.”
Smiling, her eyes closed. “So proud of yourself.”
“Not yet.” His knee slid between her legs, and he brought it up high and tight to her pussy. “Arms up, El.”
She whined in protest, but given the expression on his face in the early morning sunlight, he was amused rather than annoyed. Shivers danced across her skin as his fingertips brushed the smooth expanse at her waist while she felt her T-shirt slide upward over her breasts, her arms, and finally over her head. A whisper of sound ghosted her ears as it dropped to the floor, then her mind went completely blank as he put both of his hands to the center of her back and arched her chest toward him, his lips capturing a distended nipple.
Then… she felt it. A single spark.
His gentle suckling, the featherlight flicks of his tongue, and the tender nips with his teeth brought forth a second.
Her hands clutched the back of his head, and the action arched her chest impossibly closer to his mouth, while her core rubbed against the leg he’d put between her thighs. She hissed slightly at the stimulation of the oversensitive tissue between her legs, but she was secretly thrilled when he didn’t let her escape, and a third spark formed.
“That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Reach for it. Chase it. Let it feel good.”
Each stroke of his flesh against hers generated another spark, and each new spark he created fed the fire being stoked inside her heart. Eager to help him feed the flames, her hips continued their back-and-forth thrusts and their figure-eight swirls. Then, the dry heat he aroused transformed to liquid fire flowing from her core. It didn’t take long before she exploded again, her body releasing another wave of endorphins.
Sensing him rise onto one elbow next to her, a gentle pressure filled her as he slid two middle fingers deep into her weeping channel until the heel of his hand hit her clit. A tickling sensation countered the pressure as the tips of his fingers curled, teasing the spongy-textured patch along the top wall, and she quickly toppled into a third orgasm, one that was both soft and intense, her moans of pleasure filling the room as her body flooded his hand with her release.
One hand reached out, grasping his wrist, attempting to stop his strokes.
“I’ve got you. Trust me to ease you down, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Immediately, his touch slowed, and his fingers flattened so they were no longer creating friction. Gasps turned to whimpers, and then whimpers turned to sighs when he slipped his fingers from her pussy and put himself on his stomach between her legs. Soft, open-mouthed kisses trailed from her belly button down to her clit, where his tongue circled around it several times, never directly touching it. Then his mouth descended to her inner thighs, his tongue lapping up the fluid still clinging to her skin.
“Don’t—”
A sharp crack reverberated through the quiet of the bedroom, and a quick, sharp sting penetrated her clit. The gasp she emitted was more surprise than pain. “Did you just spank my clit?”
“Yes,” he confirmed. “And I’ll do it again if you dare tell me not to taste you. I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you’re going to give me.” Shoulders bolstering her core, and a hand to each thigh opening her wider for him, he took a long lick from bottom to top before inserting his tongue into her channel to tease her walls.
She put an arm across her eyes and fisted the sheets beneath her with her free hand. This felt foreign to her.
Lucas’ mouth retreated from her body, but he remained lying between her legs, his hands petting her skin, similar to how a rider would gentle a spooked horse. “What’s going on, Elyxandre? You went so tight on me, I’m afraid you’re going to snap in two.”
The stirrings of panic began. No. This needed to stop. “I…” She swallowed hard, her throat feeling as if it were cramping. “I don’t like this.”
A chaste kiss was pressed to her thigh. “You don’t like my mouth on your pussy?”
She shook her head violently. “No.” An irrational panic began to take flight inside of her. “I can’t— I don’t?—”
“Hey, hey, hey, I’ll stop. It’s okay.”
Frustration gnawed at the edges of the panic. “I don’t want you to stop. I just don’t know what to do!”
The silence in the room was absolute. Afraid to look at him, she pressed her arm tighter against her closed eyes.
Warm lips resumed their gentle exploration of her skin, and hands continued to caress her hip bones. When her pulse stopped skittering, and he managed to coax her muscles out of their tense state, he asked, “Have you never had oral sex before?”
