Chapter 24 #3
My second finger joins the first, and she stretches around me, her body yielding. A moan escapes her lips as she presses back, spine curving like a bow. I bury my face in the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, breathing in the intoxicating sweet smell of her hair.
My cock throbs, desperate to be inside her. Every pulse of blood through my veins makes me ache with the need to claim her completely.
Her head falls back, throat exposed, body undulating against mine.
My lips hover just above hers, breath mingling, but I resist the urge to kiss her.
Instead, I trace the sharp line of her jaw with my mouth while my hands continue their work—one stretching her from within, the other circling that sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her gasp with each touch.
Aurelia shatters against my touch, her release pulsing around my fingers as her breath comes in ragged gasps. When her trembling subsides, I withdraw my hand and grasp her wrist, guiding her through the steaming water toward the rocky perimeter of the pool.
I find one of the towels we brought from the tent and quickly lay it across the rough stone at the pool’s edge. Aurelia follows my lead without a word, hoisting herself from the water to sit on the towel with only her legs dangling into the water.
She shivers. “It’s cold.”
“You won’t be cold in a minute.”
She smirks and lies back on the towel, and I lower my head between her thighs.
My tongue explores her, finding a delicious contrast between the natural saltiness of her body and the mineral-rich water from the spring.
I lap at her center until I feel her hips lifting involuntarily toward my mouth, her breathing becoming ragged and uneven for a second time.
When she’s trembling beneath me, I move lower, tracing my tongue around her other entrance.
She whines, a sound caught between surprise and pleasure that vibrates through her entire body.
I lean close to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Are you ready to give me this part of you too?”
Her eyes meet mine, pupils wide with desire. “Do it,” she whispers, the words barely audible over the lapping water.
I reach for the bar of soap on the bank, lathering it between my fingers until they glisten.
When I press my fingers against her entrance again, her body yields more easily now, accepting both digits with a shudder that travels visibly up her spine.
The sound that escapes her throat makes my cock twitch.
With my free hand, I work the slippery soap along my length, never taking my eyes from where her teeth catch her bottom lip, my erection throbbing with each heartbeat.
I lift her knees higher, positioning myself against that untried entrance.
The pressure as I press forward draws a sharp intake of breath from her lips, forcing me to pause, jaw clenched, fighting for control.
Her body grips me like a vise, and for a moment, all thought dissolves into white-hot sensation.
Aurelia’s head falls back, a moan escaping her lips as her fingers drift downward. Before she can reach her destination, I capture her wrist.
Her eyes flash open, meeting mine. I replace her hand with my own, feeling her hips buck against my touch as I trace slow circles, her pulse visibly fluttering at the hollow of her throat.
I slide in deeper, then pull back out. “You feel fucking amazing. Look at you—so perfect.”
She reaches up to play with her nipples, and the whimper that escapes her lips sends a jolt straight through me. I can see how my words affect her, how they make her arch and tremble beneath me.
I slide the tips of my fingers into her pussy, but she’s too tight for me to go much further. I stroke her inner walls while my thumb circles her clit, all while I’m still moving inside her ass, watching her face contort with each new sensation.
Finally, my vision blurs at the edges, muscles tensing as heat pools low in my spine. I can’t take it anymore. It’s way too much.
I grip her thigh, yanking myself free with a groan that tears from my throat. My release paints hot stripes over her pussy and her lower stomach.
She hardly seems to notice, eyes shut tight and body trembling as she rides out her own orgasm.
Before I know what I’m doing, something primal takes over—my fingers move of their own accord, dragging through the mess on her stomach before I shove them into her cunt.
I watch my fingers slide deeper, pushing my seed into her. Dangerous. Reckless. Intoxicating. It’s unlikely to result in anything, but not impossible. The thought sends a jolt through me, hot and electric.
Aurelia’s gaze drops to where my fingers press into her, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remains. Her breath catches, lips parting. She doesn’t stop me.
Satisfaction roars through me. I know I should stop, anyway, but I don’t.
Something ancient and possessive unfurls in my chest, burning through my veins like wildfire.
She’s mine.
Not just tonight. Not just until we go home.
She’s mine, always.