“Someone might see them tomorrow,” Eris sucks hard on my pulse anyway. My skin blooms hot under zis teeth.
“Good.” I don’t care what anyone might think. Right now, I belong to Eris, and I want everyone to know that ze is mine.
Eris’s mouth burns down my body, stopping at my nipples. Zis tongue piercing adds a roughness to the teasing licks that leave me squirming and begging for more.
“So fucking needy, Bambi,” Eris teases when I lift my hips as zis fingers hook around the waistband of my boxers. Ze slides them off my legs, kissing and biting the skin of my thighs. To my relief, Eris wastes no time stroking me with two fingers, making me gasp with every brush against my clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Well yeah,someone’sbeen teasing me for hours.” My heart pounds in my throat as Eris sticks zis fingers, shiny and wet and covered in me, into zis mouth.
Eris’s eyes flutter shut. “You taste amazing.” Ze shoves them roughly inside without preamble, stroking my hole until I’m bucking underneath zim, trying to find purchase for my clit against zis palm. “Taste this,” ze pulls zis fingers out and shoves them in my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
I suck them, moaning as the earthy, sweet taste of me coats my lips and tongue. I grip zis thick forearm with both hands to keep zis fingers in my mouth. The hair coating zis skin prickles my palms.
“Such an eager little slut, sucking on yourself.” Eris’s other hand slips into me, stroking in time with the fingers in my mouth. My hips roll desperately as I moan, and Eris watches me fuck myself on zis hand with open fascination.
Zis fingers drag from my lips and down my arm to lace our fingers together, as Eris bends down to get zis mouth on me. That tight grip is exactly what I need to hold on for dear life when that tongue ring brushes hard on my clit.
I arch off the bed with a cry. Squeezing zis hand, I bury the other in zis hair to pull Eris where I want zim. Eris groans, dragging zis tongue against my clit so slowly, over and over and over, like ze’s savoring every moment. Every lap and lick, kiss and nibble is sensational, but unhurried, and I’m impatient.
Bucking against zis face, I chase the exhilaration climbing up my spine and shooting down to my toes as they curl into Eris’ broad shoulders. Despite my babbling, the fruitless pleas formore and faster andpleaseplease please, Eris keeps a measured pace. Pressure builds through my body, ecstasy mounting inch by excruciating inch, untilfinally finally finally, I shatter under zis mouth.
“You’re doing wonderful things for my ego, Bambi,” Eris teases, kissing back up my trembling body. “God, you’re so responsive. I was worried I wouldn’t know if you liked it, and here you are, begging me for more.”
“I’d rather be doing wonderful things to your cock,” I reply, sliding my hand down the silk of zis camisole.
Eris catches my hand before I can stroke zim through zis shorts. “Trust me, you are. But my plans for you will be cut short if you start touching me now.”
I pout, but Eris kisses me, and any thoughts beyond zis mouth on mine—the taste of me coating zis lips, the sweet smell of my arousal soaking zis mustache—are lost.
“I want you on your knees, Bambi,” ze murmurs against my mouth.
“You have to get off me,” I reply, biting zis lower lip and trapping Eris with my legs around zis hips. The silk of zis shorts, hard and hot through the fabric against my soaking hole, makes us both moan. “And probably get a towel.”
Eris beams. “A towel?”
My cheeks burn. “If we’re gonna do this from behind, there is a possibility that things will be…gushy.”
Zis brow furrows as Eris’s smile darkens with delight. “Let me get this straight. You squirt when someone’s railing you from behind, and that himbo ex of yours still preferred fuckingmissionary?”
I huff, defensive of Matt even as his protective sweetness smothered me. “As a reminder, he is still haunted by the memory of my leg crushed between a truck and a tree. So yeah, I was not often on my knees.”
“I amsoglad I put the CBD on you now,” Eris mutters, pulling away to stomp to the bathroom, yanking zis camisole off to give me a view of zis broad back covered in a stunning willow tree tattoo. “Get on your fucking knees, Bambi.”
I try to turn over, but my legs are jelly after coming so hard. I’m still scrambling into position when Eris returns with the towel.
“Oh my god, the fucking snail…” Eris laughs, the cackle sharp. “Never mind,thisis why he liked missionary.”
“Hey!” I sit up, glaring at zim over my shoulder. “At least my snail is cool. Yours looks like a child drew it.”
“It’s a beautiful tattoo. Very, uh…realistic,” Eris says, still chuckling as ze tucks the towel beneath me. As ze touches my lower back, ze cackles loudly again, making me grin along with zim. “This is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen someone get tattooed there, and I’ve done a lot of weird tramp stamps.”
“What do you have there?” I ask, arching into zis touch as a warm hand drags up and down along my spine. “Or does the tree have roots?”
“Boring, but the tree has roots,” Eris kisses my shoulder, zis stubble scraping the skin of my neck. “The best one I ever tattooed was an open mouth, as a target for someone’s cum after they pull out. I’d rather cum on your snail, though. Way funnier!”
I swallow hard as Eris fusses with a condom. Zis hand presses between my shoulder blades, guiding me to bend down until my face is pressed into the pillows. I watch over my shoulder as Eris pushes zis shorts off, fisting zis erection before rolling the condom over it. Both of zis nipples are pierced and tattooed into purple heart shapes. I need to know what sounds Eris makes when I suck on them. What that coating of chest and belly hair feels like under my hands. Touch the dozens of tattoos and ask why ze got each one.
Eris smirks when ze notices me watching, slowing zis strokes. “Eager for this, Bambi?”
