I grasped her hips in my hands and bowed down between her legs to worship at the altar of her essence. My first taste of her sweet pussy was enough to get me hooked. I gripped her hips against my mouth as I ate, licked, nipped, and sucked at her delicious flesh.
Zoey’s eyes were closed, and her head thrashed back and forward as she was caught up in each novel sensation I was introducing her to. I changed my hold on her and slipped a finger inside her wet tunnel. I could feel the muscles coiling and I knew she was close.
Purposely, I stilled my finger and cooled my ardor against her sweet sex, just lapping up the juice from her outer lips until I felt the tension in her body ease. She didn’t go over the edge—she wasn’t begging for it yet.
“I was almost—,” she said between pants as she tried to catch her breath.
“I know.” I gave her a crooked smile and looked at her hands. I wondered if she realized she was using the restraints as an anchor.
She groaned. “Finish me or untie me and let me take care of it.”
I chuckled. “No. Your orgasm is mine, Zoey. You’re not going to rob me or yourself of that.”
“Fu—”
She cut off mid-word as I thrust my finger inside her as far as I could without breaking the barrier inside her. She was something special. What had I ever fucking done to deserve this girl’s cherry was beyond me? She was a gift just for me in pretty purple panties, just waiting for me to take care of her, teaching her the pleasure she could have in my arms—submitting to my lust and our desires.
I licked at her slit again, sucking on her needy little clit as I added in a second finger, stretching her and preparing her to take me. My fingers pumped into her, my tongue lapped and sucked at her sweetness.
“Oh God. Please. Right there. Don’t stop,” she begged, and her thighs clamped down around my head as her hips tried to buck up against my face, again.
Fuck yeah. Her body was spring loaded, vibrating and ready to pop. When she went over the edge, it was my name she was crying out into the dark of the night as her body shuddered and convulsed with the force of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I groaned against her sticky, sweet cunt. Her pussy was still vibrating with the aftermath of her orgasm. Her body was flushed and her breathing ragged as she tried to catch her breath. “Now, for your reward.”
Chapter 22
Zoey
Inever thought sexcould realistically measure up to what I’d read about in books, but Killian’s mouth alone seemed to dispel those doubts. My fingers had never pushed me that high or that hard, and they certainly didn’t leave me feeling both satisfied and greedy for more.
Killian pushed back off the bed, and I watched in what little light there was from the bathroom as he pushed down the sweatpants, leaving him gloriously naked.
“I want you to turn over onto your stomach and get up on your knees,” he instructed me even as his hands reached out to help me get in the position he wanted.
This new position stretched my arms toward the headboard and had my face resting on the pillow. My bottom was in the air. The cooler air of the room against the heated flesh of my pussy made me ache.
