He withdraws his lips.His dark violet gaze locks on mine.
“Slide up here, Phoebe,” he says.“I want my mouth on you.My tongue in you.I need to know what you taste like before I fuck you.”
Oh, boy.
He grabs my waist and straightens out his arms to set me upright, straddling his belly.Then he slides his palms under my thighs and tugs me forward, all the way to his face.My knees rest on either side of his head.
I gasp.
His beard feels rough, but the sensation intensifies the shock as he spreads my thighs wide.And he begins to give me everything I demanded.
Desperate.
Passion.
Claimed.
Evander’s hands grip my hips.My pussy is splayed over his lips, tongue, chin.It’s a slow-building dance—he buries his face in me, then pulls back for a soft lick, a gentle suck, and the addition of a finger.
Then again.
Next, slides his tongue along the length of my slit, then back down.He slips a second finger inside me as his mouth continues devouring me.I feel the rasp of his teeth.The slick heat of his tongue.
When he lets go with a deep groan, the vibration travels through my entire body.
Evander hooks his fingers inside me.He pushes against the front of my pussy wall, still flicking his tongue on my clit.The pleasure is so fierce—and coming from so many directions all at once—that I lose sense of where I am in space.Or if I’m anywhere at all.
I think I’m talking.That might be my voice I hear far off in the distance.But if it’s me, I don’t know what I’m saying.It could be anything.Everything.Nothing.
I do recognize one word—Evander.I say it over and over, like I’m trying to convince myself he’s really there, not just one of my fantasies or the result of a hypothermia dream.
But he’s really with me.In me.All over me.
My spine is loose and fluid.I ride him, my hips rolling in rhythm with his mouth, tongue, and curled fingers.I sink into a trance.
I let my head fall back and open myself to the rush.It feels like all the energy in the universe is fusing into a white-hot speck of pleasure that touches the throbbing tip of my clit.
I gasp.
The cabin walls creak.
I cry out.
The wind wails.
I reach down and grab Evander’s hair.I pull.Hard.If I don’t, I fear I’ll fly off, wing through the stars, and never be found again.
I’m rising, catching fire, soaring.I reach the peak.There’s a crack of light behind my eyes and I crash over and race down.Fall apart.Tear through the throbbing light.I clutch at his hair and just hang on.
I can’t stop this from happening.
I seize up.I explode.I let go.
A raw howl escapes my throat.
My thighs shake for what seems like an eternity.And then I slowly, safely, return to earth.
When I catch my breath, I find my fingers twisted in Evander’s hair.I’m smashing the poor man’s face into my pussy!I could have smothered him!
