Page 33 of Daring to Love

Again, I entwine our hands and press into her back, almost as if I’m shielding her from harm. I bury my face in her hair, nuzzling as I breathe in her scent before I place a soft, lingering kiss on her skin showing between her shoulder and neck.

“Tell me what you’re thinking?” I whisper against her skin.

“I’m burning up from the inside, Fin,” she breathes. “It’s building, and growing, and I’m about to combust, and that’s only from kissing you?” She closes her eyes briefly and laughs low. “It’s all-consuming…intense…”

I nod.

“Yeah, it is…are you scared?”

She shakes head after a beat of silence.

“No, not scared…”

“Good.”

She moves to turn around, but I can’t resist teasing her and so I lower my knees only to press up against the heat between her legs, and when she gasps, I emit a low growl.

“Ready?” I ask her one last time.

“Make me fly,” she whispers, her eyes flicking down to my mouth.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I fall to my knees behind her and unzip her skirt, tugging it over her hips and as I let it fall, I groan at the sight before me. She’s wearing a simple black thong, her arse pert, the muscles tensed. I lean closer and breathe in her arousal, and the sweet, musky scent makes me press down on my cock, grateful I haven’t undressed yet. There’d be a real fear of my coming way too soon if I had.

I touch her left ankle and tap it once.

“Step out, sweetheart.”

At once, she lifts her sandal-clad feet and I tilt my head as I meet her downward gaze, wondering where I should start first.

“Tell me what you want.”

Silently, she spreads her legs, pushing her arse out. I nod in approval as I lick my lips.

“Let’s see if your pussy tastes as sweet as I think.”

Her eyes grow heavy, telling me how much she enjoys my sharing with her what I want to do that I store it away for the next time.

Because I already know there will be a next time.

Once isn’t going to be enough.

For either of us.

Gently, I mould her arse cheeks in my hands, loving the feel of their softness against my rough palms. She is exquisite.

And she is mine.

I strive for patience as I remove the thong covering her mound and sweat beads on my head as I watch her pink, wet, and bare pussy. I can’t hold back, so I don’t. I crane my neck and lick my lips before I take a long sweep of her wetness. Faintly, I hear her gasp loudly, and then I feast on her. The taste of her on my tongue is what heaven must feel like, because I can’t get enough of the musky, tangy scent bursting on my lips. Flattening my tongue, I lap at her nectar. She is my air now…my everything.

I groan as she starts to rock against my ravenous mouth, and I grab a tight hold on her arse, digging in as she sets the pace.

“Fin, oh, my gosh…please,” she begs.

I know what she needs. I twirl a finger against her clit, rolling her wetness around it and strum it, all the while I push my tongue as deeply inside her as I can.

“Come, sweetheart,” I pant against her. “I’ve got you.”

The sounds that fall from her lips as she unravels on my mouth are like music, and the way she rides my face, all exhibitions gone, is a thing of sheer beauty.