"Please, what, sweetheart?"
"Drink from me." The words tumble out before I can rethink them. But that's what I want. Need. Now.
Zephyr sips my nipple into his mouth, then slides it up to between his palate and tongue. My limbs shake. My heart is pounding so hard I'm worried it will leap from my chest.
He draws me in deeper, then sucks, full, hard, possessively. I bundle his sheets into my hand, ready to rip holes into them.
Zephyr sucks on my nipple with deliciously brutal attention, and fresh wetness seeps out of me, dripping onto the covers beneath me. Does he know I'm wetting his bed with the essence from my pussy?
But I had no idea it could feel like this. He balances me so finely—pain when he nicks me with his teeth and unadulterated pleasure when he suckles on me. My breast is soaked with his mouth; it's dirty and lascivious, and I beg him to do the same to my other breast.
He doesn't let me beg for long, and he doesn't stop until he's growling with raw need.
He lifts away from me, his gaze holding mine captive, forcing me to watch as he kisses his way lower down my body. My back arches as he nears my pussy.
A wave of shyness overwhelms me. Can he smell the wet desire he built into a fountain between my thighs? I cover my face with my hands and try to close my legs. But instead, he forcefully presses into the inside of my knees until they're nearly flat on the bed on either side of me, spreading me wide open.
Not only can he smell me, but now he can see me too.
Chapter Fourteen
Marlowe
Volcanic heat explodes from my pores as he opens his mouth on me. The searing contact of his tongue flat against my clit and dripping wet labia sends me into an erotic orbit.
He drags his tongue up and down, over and over again, but each time he presses a little deeper until he dips into the valley of wetness at the shallow entrance of my pussy.
"Your taste," he says softly, more to himself than to me. "Fuck," he rasps before engulfing the whole of the most intimate parts of me into his mouth and sucks. I can't take it anymore.
An unbridled orgasm surges from me like a torrential storm. I have nowhere to hide, no place to escape, and I upend myself right into his mouth, a mixture of wildness and embarrassment as he cushions my climax in his mouth, swallowing every drop of my wetness. But my stream is endless, and even while my clit spasms from one release, my body prepares for the next one.
But now he licks his pre-cum off my mound, then twirls his tongue around my pussy, pushing the tip inside me, scooping up the copious essence I'm brimming with, only to leak it all overme again before he sucks it up. As if he's made a cocktail of our tastes. Dear god.
"But when you taste like mine," he says, his voice vibrating against my clit. "Fucking hell. Mine," he says with such a definitive claim, a thousand butterflies quake through me, my heart lights up and shines through my whole body, and when I come again, coated with his essence, I see an endless array of stars.
"Please," I beg. "Please. Now. I need to feel you inside me now."
"I want to know how far you can take me, Marlowe, how much of me you can take," he rasps, sliding two of his fingers inside me.
My body immediately clamps down on him, clutching onto his fingers, not letting him move as I lie there absolutely still, the stretch too much for me even though he hardly breached the deepest part of me.
"Jesus," Zephyr says, slowly extracting his fingers from me before he towers over me again.
"Marlowe, sweetheart, is this your first time?" The strain in his voice seeps into me. My cheeks turn hot with embarrassment.
"Not entirely," I whisper.
"What does that mean?"
"It means I had a boyfriend in college, and we were doing it or almost doing it... I mean, he had a little bit inside me, but then my phone beeped, and I don't know why, but I grabbed it, and it was a text from this one girl telling me not to do it because my supposed boyfriend was sleeping with half of the girls in my classes. I pushed him off me, and that was it. So..."
"What's his name, Marlowe?"
"Sylvester Carlisle. Why?"
"I want to thank him for not taking what's mine. Ah, fuck. But right now, I need to get Shelley to open the pharmacy so I can get some protection," he says, then starts to draw away from me.
"No, no, no. Don't go. I'm on the pill, and I'm clean, I promise, and if you say you're clean, I trust you."
