I push that thought away. One nighthasto be enough.
“My turn for a taste,” she says, dissolving my worries.
The hesitation she had in the beginning is nowhere to be seen as she settles between my thighs.
I swallow around the lump in my throat as Juniper looks up at me with her big blue eyes framed by dark lashes, flushed from pleasure. The vision is breathtaking. Something passes between us, a spark of somethingmorethat I find myself wanting to breathe life into. Something I shouldn’t want. Something I can’t have. Feelings other than immense pleasure don’t have a place here right now.
She licks her lips slowly, like she’s already imagining my taste on her tongue, and my pussy clenches. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had anyone between my thighs, let alone someone as effervescent as Juniper Calhoun. I’m ready to come from the sight of her alone, and she hasn’t even touched me.
Her tongue makes a slow path up, stopping to trace gentle circles around my clit. My hand finds its way to her hair, gripping the silky strands gently to keep her where she is, my hips bucking slightly when she increases the pressure.
“Fuck, Juniper. You look perfect between my thighs, like you were always meant to be there. I wish I had a camera so I could capture this moment and remember it forever.”
I don’t know where the possessive edge in my voice comes from, but I can’t help it.
Juniper flattens her tongue against my clit as she inserts two fingers, fucking me slowly at first before increasing the speed. The pressure of her licks combined with her repeatedly stroking my G-spot has my thighs tensing around her head.
“Right there, don’t stop,” I moan, accidentally giving her hair a slight tug.
She whimpers against my pussy, but she doesn’t stop. She keeps her pace, and the pleasure is so great I want to close my eyes, but I can’t. If this is the last time I’ll see her between my thighs, I want to burn the image into my brain.
I’m a goner as her eyes meet mine over my stomach. Her mascara is slightly smudged, and her eyes are still glassy and filled with lust. My orgasm barrels through me, and I can’t stop my eyes from rolling in the back of my head. My walls clench around her fingers, like my body is trying to keep them there.
Her licks turn languid as she pulls her fingers from me. When I finally open my eyes again, it’s just in time to watch her suck her fingers into her mouth and moan at the taste of me. Once she’s deemed them clean, she crawls up the bed and lies next to me, heaving out a satisfied sigh.
A rush of affection flows through me as I take in her flushed cheeks, wet chin, and mussed hair. Her eyes are still glassy and lust-blown as she looks at me, biting her lip. I turn over and press my body against hers, cupping her face and kissing her. There’s still the flavor of her on my lips, and as our tongues tangle, the taste of us combined has a fresh wave of lust consuming me.
When I pull back, she blinks at me, her face flushing, and I want more than anything to know what she’s thinking. I’ve never wanted to read someone’s mind more than hers.
“Well”—she clears her throat—“that was fun. Thank you. Do you want me to walk you back to the main house?”
“Did you think we weredone?”
“I mean, we both got an orgasm, I thought?—”
She squeaks as I move, trapping her underneath me.
“You thought wrong. If one night is all I get with you, I’m not going to stop after one orgasm. I want you boneless, so wrung from pleasure you don’t think you can have another one, and then I’ll get one more from you. Give me a few more hours.”
Her pupils dilate as she nods. “Okay.”
She barely gets the word out before I’m kissing her again, feathering my fingertips up her side until I reach her breast. I swallow her moans as I twist and tug her nipples until she’s squirming again, hips lifting to seek friction. I wedge my thigh between hers, the heat of her pussy radiating against my skin. She’s still wet from her previous orgasm, making it easier for her to grind against my thigh.
“See?” I whisper against her mouth. “You weren’t satisfied with just one. Grind on me. Show me how bad you want me to make you come, then I’ll get my mouth back on your pussy.”
Witnessing the pleasure twist her face as she takes what she needs is better than watching any sunrise. Her moans and gasps have my own pussy pulsing with need.
As she comes against my thigh, I have to remind myself that this is the last time I’ll get to see this.
I’m ignoring the part of me that wants to beg her for more.
Chapter 9
I joltawake as the sunlight peeks through the curtains, casting the room in bright morning light. One glance at the clock tells me it’s almost nine in the morning.
Oh shit.
I don’t remember the last time I slept in so late. Luckily, we don’t have guests, the chores aren’t as pertinent on Saturdays, but I still need to gather the eggs and make sure Josiah has food.
