“I tasted you.” I strip so I’m fully nude—and at this, Cupid whimpers quietly. With finger and thumb, I pull my soaked panties out of Cupid’s mouth and toss them onto his stomach. He stays silent, watching me, chin glistening from his saliva.
“Now you taste me.”
17
Cupid
If I thought Felicity was dead sexy before, I wasn’t even somewhat prepared for this side of her. Every hair on my body is standing on end. Every nerve ending is on fire. If Felicity so much as looked at my dick right now, I’m pretty sure I would come. And now she’s yanking those soaked-through lacy panties out of my mouth and staring at me like she wants to eat me.
Turns out, it’s the other way around.
“Now you taste me,” Felicity says before straddling my face.
My world goes dark in the best way. Her soft thighs drown out the sound of the world around me, and all of my senses hone in on one thing: Felicity’s hot, slick cunt.
I wrap my arms around her thighs, dimpling her flesh with my fingertips as I squeeze. My mouth works against her in wet open-mouth kisses. I hear the muffled sounds of her groans as she shifts slightly, directing me to her clit. I let my tongue flick against that sensitive spot and smile when I feel Felicity begin to grind her hips.
She’s doing exactly what I asked her to, what I hoped shewould do—demand her pleasure from me. Use me. Fuck me.
It’s so unbelievably sexy.
I’ve practically been hard since the moment she kissed me. And this? This is driving meinsane. Felicity using my mouth to pleasure herself, my cock hard and throbbing. I can barely stop myself from thrusting against thin air. I want to touch myself and get relief, but those aren’t the rules we’re playing by right now. She’s in the driver’s seat; I am just along for the ride.
And what a ride.
I’m so absorbed inherthat I jump when I feel something cool and moist move along my abdomen. With firm pressure, the article wraps tightly around my hard length. I recognize, dimly, that these are Felicity’s panties, still damp from my own saliva. Now she’s reaching back while rubbing her pussy against my mouth, gripping my cock and jerking me off as she sits on my face.
This sends me into overdrive. I’m thrusting into her fist while sucking and licking her center in a barely controlled frenzy.
I come with a shudder. It happens so suddenly that I’m taken by surprise. My mouth goes slack as my body tenses, and I release into Felicity’s hands, into her underwear.
Felicity stills above me as the waves of my orgasm wash over me. She shifts upward just enough that my mouth can no longer reach her. I think she’s about to climb off when she says, “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”
Then she spreads her knees wider, rearranges so the backs of her feet are resting on my chest, and pushes her pussy onto my face.
Now Felicity is grinding on my mouth with an almost brutal pressure and speed. Her hands mindlessly tug at my hair. The sting of it only spurs me on more. With my face buried in herfolds and head trapped between her luscious thighs, it’s all I can do to catch my breath.
Did I die? Is this Elysium?
Every sense is dominated byFelicity.Her scent. Her touch. Hersounds—the moaning, the gasps, the little whimpers. And,fuck, she tastes like a perfectly ripe, juicy tomato. Like summer.
I think, if given the chance, I could stay under her for hours. For days, even. A human can survive three to five days without water. But I’m a god. I don’t know how long a god could live without sustenance; I’d be willing to find out.
Unfortunately, I don’t get the chance. Between my enthusiastic tongue penetrating her hot cunt and her own enthusiastic riding, I can tell she’s getting close to her release. I slide my hand across her thigh, position my fingers over her clit, and begin tapping with quick, persistent caresses.
“Don’t stop,” I hear Felicity say, harsh and out of breath. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Like I would even dream of it.
Within seconds, she’s writhing above me, guttural groans reverberating in my chest, her contracting musclessucking at my tongue, and…and…
This sends me into another orgasm—or aftershocks of the first one, I don’t know—so intense I see stars.
Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen or the intensity of the blood rushing from my head. Maybe it’s justherand the way we seem to fit, to match each other one for one. It could be any number of things. All I know is that long after Felicity has slumped across the bed, tired and sated, and I’ve caught my breath, I can still see those stars sparkling when I look at her.
They show up in the soft hairs between her legs, the beads of sweat concentrated on her neck, the tips of her eyelasheswhere I could almost swear she’s been crying. And, more than anything, I see stars in her eyes when she looks at me, the glassy reflection of my face a version of myself I haven’t known for a long while.
When sleep begins to take over us soon after, I hold her in my arms. She doesn’t protest.
