ChapterEleven
SKYE
While the solid oak floor is cool under my back, Seth’s mouth is oh, so hot. I doubt there’s any pie filling left on me, and yet he keeps licking. When he spreads me wide and runs his tongue slowly over my own cherry, I arch my hips in an effort to get even closer to him.
I didn’t think any filling had ended up there, but really, I’m past caring. “Ooooh, I think you missed some…” I arch my hips again, and dang if he doesn’t suck at exactly the right time.
My keen of pleasure fills the room, my body trembling in release. Rather than allow it to fade, Seth continues tonguing that most sensitive part of me, to the point of pain. To the point when every nerve ending in my body explodes simultaneously.
When all that energy rushes back to the very spot still being revered by Seth’s mouth, I burst into tears.
I never knew it could be like that. It’s so much more than I could have imagined.
“Oh, baby.” Seth moves up my body and drags me into a crushing embrace. “What is it? Are you okay?”
Unable to voice why I’m crying, I instead nod against his chest. How am I supposed to put into words what I’m unable to process internally? It doesn’t matter that my body is currently like a half-set jelly. I’ve never experienced this level of vitality and freedom in my entire life.
I’d say it’s like the rush of jumping off the high board, but that doesn’t come close.
Only after my sobs have subsided does Seth pull himself free of my arms so he can stand. How is it he’s still wearing jeans? It’s something I’m dealing with as soon as I’m upright. That’s pre-supposing I’m actually able to stand.
I have my doubts. It’s something that has me burst out giggling with this confusing Seth as much as my tears had earlier. I wave away his concern before choking out that rather than be having a breakdown, I’m simply happy.
On him helping me to my feet, his grin is a match for mine. When he leads toward a door at the back of the large open space, my smile only widens. As we walk through the master, I look at the super king bed that dominates the room, but Seth’s steps don’t slow.
We’re in the bathroom and he’s turned the shower on before he speaks.
“Sweetheart, I’m certain we both missed a few cherries.”
When he drops his lips to mine, both of us are smiling into the kiss.
I don’t bother taking my lips fully away from his when I answer. “I think you’re right.”
SETH
The thunderstorm is a distant memory as I run the soapy sponge over Skye’s body. It helps that the bathroom doesn’t have any windows.
After adding yet more citrus body wash to the large sponge, I continue cleaning every bit of her with reverence. If I’m being honest, it’s now more about being dirty than getting clean.
My legs trembling as much as Skye’s, I don’t bother trying to stay standing. I drop to the built-in bench in the shower, for once glad of its presence. It doesn’t matter that it was installed to allow me to take a break during a shower if I needed to. Now that I’m perched here, I can see other benefits.
The soapy sponge soon forgotten on the bench, I turn Skye to face me. I nudge first one knee and then the other between her legs, slowly spreading her wide.
For a start she holds herself rigid, but the more attention I give to the curls at the apex of her thighs, the more compliant she becomes. After I’ve run my soapy hand through her cleft a half dozen times, her legs give out and she drops to my lap with a drawn-out whimper.
Even after I’ve hooked her knees up on the bench, she’s still not as close as I’d like.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” It’s one thing for me to pleasure her with my tongue. My claiming her fully is another thing entirely.
Lost in a sensual haze, her nod is slow in coming. When I don’t move, she nods again, and then leans forward to whisper, “Please. I want you so bad” against my forehead.
“I want you too, baby.” One arm cradled under her ass, I lift her and position her, ready to bury myself slowly. But she’s still slippery with soap and without warning, she drops, impaling herself fully on my length. Her moan of desire is as drawn-out as my own.
I grip her ass and ease her up before allowing her to lower again. “Oh god, that’s so good.”
It’s even better when she starts to move on her own, lifting up, before sliding back down, and grinding into me for good measure. What starts out slowly soon speeds up, with both of us searching for something that’s just out of reach.
This is killing me; I want to bury myself in her over and over, to touch her heart, to heal my own. “Hold tight, baby.”
