Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
“I-I-I didn’t think you would want to,” he panted for air as she continued her design of swirls up his cock. When she reached his tip, she pushed his pants off him. The fabric pooled helplessly at the top of his thighs.
“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, her face nuzzling against his chest.
“Because you ran away,” he breathed. Unable to open his eyes, unable to do anything but lay there and hope—nay, pray—that she didn’t stop touching him. His hips rutted in tandem with her long, languid strokes. Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t. He was delirious. “Because I upset you.”
“Well, we were both upset,” she teased. Her teeth scraped over the fabric on his chest and his hips bucked harder. She did it again, this time nipping at the sensitive skin around his nipples. He lurched again, gasping.
“Hyacinth,” he pleaded. “Please.”
“Please what?” She nipped him again, curling her fingers around him more. While she couldn’t fully grip him with one hand, it didn’t stop that zap of pleasure from burrowing itself in his belly. His toes curled as she stroked him harder that time and ripped another moan from him.
“Please, tell me what to do.” He’d beg. He’d crawl over hot coals or nails or glass. He’d do whatever took to have her call out his name again.
Hyacinth shifted. Crawling up on his body, the break of contact against his side finally cracked the spell over him.
He was able to open his eyes and stare at her.
She slipped her hand from him but said nothing at the strangled sound that left him.
Instead, she took ahold of the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up and over her head.
In the setting sunlight that glittered through the windows, she was a goddess.
Her wings spread out behind her, refracting the light into little rainbows across the walls.
Tossing her hair as well, she straddled his belly naked.
His cock happily bobbed against her soft cheeks.
“You’re going to taste me again,” she instructed, planting her hands firmly against his chest. He took ahold of her hips to steady her.
“You’re going to tend to the ache between my legs that you started.
Then I want to be bent over the side of this bed and you’re going to fuck me harder than you did down in the lab. ”
He stared at her in wild bewilderment. “I started?”
“I dreamt that I awoke to you behind me in bed. Your cock buried in me and your palm against me here,” she took the hand against his hip and placed it where her damp curls pressed against his stomach.
Austin’s eyes widened as she pressed his thumb through her warm, wet delight to her clit.
He circled it without having to be told to, enjoying how her head hung back.
All her auburn tendrils dancing behind her as she ground herself against him.
“I dreamt you took me slow, teasing me. But I’m tired of being teased.
I want to come. And you’re going to fix this ache, or are you taking back your promise? ”
“No!” he blurted out, heat burning through his chest and cheeks. “No, I would never.”
“Then why are you not tasting me already, Austin?” She arched a brow.
The eager, hungry grin that curled up on his face made his muscles hurt.
But Austin did pride himself on being good at doing exactly what he was told.
Austin scooped her hips, delighted by her squeak of surprise, as he tugged her across his chest. Her knees knocked the headboard as he carefully curled her legs around his shoulders.
He heard her hands slap against the wall as he got comfortable against the pillows.
I intend to be here for a long time. Even bent his knees so his back could rest and be flat.
His cock slapped against his slick belly as he settled.
She hovered over his face, clearly unsure.
Thankfully, this part, he was very sure about.
Austin took ahold of her by the waist and forcefully sank her down onto his mouth.
Hyacinth sucked in a breath as Austin curled his tongue around her clit.
Over and over till her hips softened. She rocked with each movement, growing more comfortable with the position till she finally rode his face.
Austin let his hands explore her thighs then up around the globes of her ass.
He took ahold of her and squeezed, leaving his fingerprints on her cold skin.
He helped her keep the rhythm smooth as she took what she wanted.
And gave him everything he needed.
“Aus-Austin! Yes, there—Austin!” Her voice grew more frenzied before it pitched.
Fingernails scratching down the walls, he almost lost concentration.
Don’t pop them off! I just put them on you!
But then those fingernails scraped across the top of his head and he was lost to her praise.
It wasn’t words so much as it was enthusiastic moans mangling with his name.
He memorized the way her voice cracked seconds before she came all over his tongue.
Pushing against her ass with his palms, he moved from her sensitive bundle and drove his tongue deep into her core.
Tangy orange blossom and something earthy coated his taste buds.
He thrust himself into her, letting her ride out those fluttering walls around his heavy tongue.
Only when she sank down onto his tusks hard, did he take back his appendage.
Her muscles were weak and he could tell.