Chapter 22 #2
Her litany of excuses dissolved into a moan for he’d slid his hand inside her stockinet. Praise God for the simplified access. He stroked her pussy, savoring her lush response.
“I desire you and only you,” he said. “And you want me too.”
He brought his fingers to her mouth, painting her lips with her own dew.
“That’s wicked,” she said breathlessly. “And that is just lust.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He took her mouth, the flavor of her desire making him even harder. She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue. He removed her bodice and undergarments, leaving her in only her stockinets.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “So beautiful you could make the gods weep.”
He trailed his fingers down the center of her body, between her heaving breasts and over her quivering belly.
He tugged the stockinets down slowly, baring her inch by luscious inch.
When she was naked, he retraced the path of his fingers with his tongue.
The plump curve of her breasts pressed against his cheeks, and she shuddered as he kissed his way over her belly.
He paused to appreciate her pretty pussy. Parting the swollen folds with his thumbs, he inhaled the scent of her arousal. He blew softly on her juicy flesh, and she squirmed.
“Do stop teasing.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
She raised her head from the grass. “You know what I want.”
“Tell me anyway. You are not shy, and I like to be certain.”
The way she huffed out a breath was so adorable that he almost gave her what she wanted. But he didn’t. Not because he didn’t want to—Christ, he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her—but because he wanted proof of her trust. He wanted her to surrender her body and her heart.
Her pout gave his prick a heartbeat of its own.
“Fine,” she said. “Kiss me there.”
“Where?”
“On my pussy.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I shall.” He smiled when she growled. “But let’s try it this way.”
Shifting, he lay beside her, his head to her feet. Then he hoisted her hips so that her knees braced his head and her cunny hovered over his face.
“What are you—crikey.”
He brought her down firmly on his mouth, and she gasped, wriggling against his tongue.
Grunting with pleasure, he licked her seam from top to bottom.
He teased her pearl, flicking and sucking on the little bud as she ground against him.
Suddenly, she stiffened—and rewarded him with a gush of her cream.
He lapped it up greedily as she trembled atop him.
She twisted her head to peer at him, her eyes warm and sated.
“That was lovely,” she said.
“I’ll say.” He licked his lips. “I cannot wait to have more.”
“As to that. I was wondering…”
He raised his brows.
“Would you mind if I had my own feast?”
When she caressed his cock through his trousers, he shuddered.
“I thought you would never ask,” he said.
She sent him a flirty grin, then got to work freeing him from his trousers. He hissed out a breath when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Prying it from his stomach, she pumped him from root to tip.
“You’re so big,” she said in throaty tones. “I can barely get my hand around you.”
“You are doing just fine,” he managed.
“Just fine?”
She squeezed his tip, shooting pleasure through his veins. When she took the sensitive knob between her lips, he groaned her name.
“I like the way you taste.” Her warm breath feathered over his quivering dome. “Salty and male. Delicious.”
“By all means, have more.”
He hoped it sounded like an invitation, not a plea.
Either way, she obliged, diving down on him with feminine gusto.
Her mouth was an inferno of pleasure as she bobbed on his prick.
When she began playing with his stones, cradling and squeezing the swollen sacs, he spurted a little between her lips.
“Oh, an appetizer,” she purred.
He willed himself not to come yet. As Finn performed her erotic torture, he decided that two could play that game. The fresh dew that coated her petals told him she was enjoying this sport—and ready for some new maneuvers. Spreading her folds, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into her opening.
She squeaked in surprise. The fact that the sound was muffled by her mouthful of cock was beyond arousing. He redoubled his efforts, stabbing his tongue into her snug channel. They rocked against each other, giving and taking. The double pleasure soon brought him perilously close to the edge.
Circling her pearl with his thumb, he rubbed her roughly while he ate her. The honey coating his cheeks and her desperate mewls told him she was nearly there. He explored her derriere, finding her pretty rosebud. When he tongued the winking rim, she jerked.
“Owen, not there,” she gasped. “That’s wicked.”
“Every part of you, Finn,” he rasped. “All of you—mine.”
He licked her hole as he diddled her. With a cry, she took him in her mouth again, and it was his turn to gasp when he felt her lips brush his stomach.
“Christ, you’re too good at that,” he groaned. “Finn, I’m going to spend—”
He warned her so that she could move away. Instead, she gripped his prick, frigging him with determined strokes while she sucked. It was too much. Heat churned in his stones and shot up his shaft. With desperate lust, he wetted his thumb and pressed it into her forbidden hole.
She wailed, pressing her pussy against his face and filling his mouth with cream.
“Bloody hell,” he roared.
Pleasure detonated with astonishing force, bowing his body.
She took all of his bliss, prolonging it with tender strokes of her tongue.
When he could move again, he arranged them so that they were once again face to face, her head tucked in his shoulder and leg thrown over his.
They lay in easy silence, the air balmy against their heated skin.
“I thought this place was ruined for me,” he said gruffly.
She brushed her lips against his neck. “And now?”
Gazing into her eyes, he saw all the stars in the sky.
“Now I realize I just needed to share it with you.”
They kissed on the moonlit bank as the stream flowed on.