Without warning, his head bent, and his lips pressed against her, the rough hair of his unshaven jaw rasping against the sensitive flesh. “I love how ready ye are fer me. The scent o’ ye…”
Reyna barely suppressed a shriek as her back arched at the sensation of his breath and the stubble of her jaw ghosting her sensitive flesh.
“The taste o’ ye…” The soft, hoarse words were all the warning she had before his tongue laved over her and she fell back, panting and writhing against his mouth as his tongue marked every part of the outer lips of her sex. She’d thought the sensations intense before, but the touch of his tongue added more stimulation, creating an inferno of heat within her that she thought she’d never be able to endure.
Heat and pressure, and she was whimpering, moaning as she squirmed, alternating between trying to escape the overwhelming feelings and trying to press closer.
She was on the verge of mindlessness, only to gasp again as his tongue slipped between the lips of her sex to stroke her core. A light flick teased her, just barely touching her, and startling her, while making her want more of his touch. Then he slipped deeper inside, stroking the outer part of her core, lapping at the liquid that had pooled there, as if she was a honeycomb.
The heat was coiling tighter and tighter, the fire building, and she was afraid she might burst into flame and become ash.
His tongue stroked over a sensitive spot and drew another gasping near-shriek from her. A low laugh was all the warning she had before his mouth fastened on that spot and suckled, even as his tongue stroked deeper still, almost to the inner folds of her core.
Everything burst in a white haze of pleasure and sensation. Her whole body arched, her sex pressed against his mouth as her release exploded from her in a wave of liquid and heat. Her bodyshuddered under the force of it, and the sensation of Blake’s tongue drinking up the fluids sent renewed shocks through her.
Finally, she was spent, so tired and sensitive that she couldn’t breathe. Blake seemed to sense her situation, because he drew away to return moments later with a soft damp cloth, which he used to clean her before he pulled her dress somewhat back into place.
He would have stepped back, but she tugged him down to lie beside her. She was too weary to do aught else, but the experience had clarified some of the confusion and doubt in her mind, and she knew she couldn’t let him leave just yet.
