But I guess I didn’t have to.
“Oh, your altar’s a bit impatient,” he said against my stomach, obviously scenting something I couldn’t. “Don’t worry, goddess, I’m almost...”
The “there” never came, just the shock of his tongue making direct contact with my clit.
I bucked again—and this time there was no question of how I felt.
Good. Too good. As his tongue swirled around my button, keeping his promise not to go inside, I lost his hand on my breast because he had to bring it down to keep me still.
Zion tended toward the hyperbolic, but he had not been exaggerating about this. Jolts of pleasure shot through me as he worked his tongue over my most intimate place. My hips rose off the mattress again, pressing desperately into his shallow licks.
No matter how much I bucked, he kept grounding me with his tongue. Slow, deliberate strokes. Almost educational.
He was teaching me—oh God, he was definitely teaching me what all the fuss was about. Each lick was a lesson in ecstasy.
The orgasm with Boone had been a blast of fire, obliterating me in a burst of white light.
This was different. The pleasure spiraled through me, intertwining with my muscles, somehow melting them and drawing them tight at the same time. A slow, pulsing current turning them into sweet taffy.
One of my hands found the back of his head. It nested in his soft, wiry curls as I helplessly ground my hips into his mouth.
I used the other hand to cover my own mouth.
Something was building up inside of me. Making whimpers fall out.
But then Zion sucked that button of pleasure between his lips.
The flimsy barrier of my hand could not stop the moan that tore out of me.
Loud and uncontrolled.
I shocked myself with how much noise I was making. I’d been a silent corpse underneath Dennis, but this seemed to be the only way I could handle what he was doing... what he was doing to me with his tongue.
I’d never felt anything like this. Didn’t know it could feel like this. The pleasure twisting and building until...
A waterfall of heat flooded through me, nerve endings igniting as liquid ecstasy replaced all my blood.
It was warm inside this climax. A cascade carrying me over the edge, floating me, floating me until I eventually found myself washed up on shore.
Boneless and unable to form words.
Eventually, I opened my eyes.
To find Zion crawling up beside me, his chin and mouth glistening around a huge grin. His eyes were glowing even brighter.
“You made that quite the experience, sweetheart.” He complimented me, as if I’d done all the work.
Even though I could feel him still hard against my leg.
“Can I...?”
An image flashed—Dennis forcing my head down after he’d hit me, taking what he wanted while I bled….
I shoved it away. Tried to focus on now. On Zion.
“Can I return the favor?”
Zion stilled. Then said, “Look at me.”
