8. CHAPTER EIGHT #3
Zhari slid off the bench and settled between my thighs. She pushed my legs open wider, her hands resting warm and steady on my thighs as she looked up at me.
I nodded slightly, my heart pounding.
She hooked her fingers beneath the hem of my miniskirt and slowly slid her hands up my thighs, pushing the fabric higher until it bunched around my hips. She leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the inside of my thigh, then another higher up, right over the lace of my panties.
Her mouth stayed there, sucking gently through the delicate fabric.
A quiet moan escaped me. My fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.
Zhari slipped one finger beneath the edge of my panties and moved them aside. She looked at me for a moment longer before leaning forward and dragging her tongue slowly up between my legs.
I gasped, my hips shifting.
She did it again, slower, then swirled her tongue over my clit. When she looked up at me, her eyes were dark, glowing softly with shifting violet light.
“Oh… Zhari…”
The words turned into a longer moan as her tongue kept moving in steady circles.
She slid her hand farther up my thigh. Two fingers pressed against me and slowly pushed inside. She curled them gently while her tongue continued working my clit.
My head fell back against the glass behind me. Another moan spilled out, louder this time.
“Yes… right there…”
My thighs started to shake around her shoulders. Zhari kept going, her eyes flicking up to watch my face as her mouth and fingers moved together, steady and relentless.
The soft, wet sounds of her tongue and fingers filled the quiet bubble—slick, rhythmic, unmistakable. Every time she curled her fingers inside me and pulled back, I could hear how wet I was for her.
She moaned softly against me, the vibration traveling straight through my core and pulling another broken gasp from my throat. Her tongue circled my clit again and again, pressing more firmly with each pass while her fingers thrust slowly and deeply.
I looked down and saw her watching me—those swirling eyes locked on mine. When the starlight caught her face, her lips glistened, shiny and wet from me.
The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through my body.
God, I was so fucking horny for her.
“Oh my stars… Zhari…” My voice came out shaky and needy. “That feels so good…”
Through the aura connection, I could feel her too—not just the heat of her mouth or the stretch of her fingers, but the deep, warm pull of her want for me.
It wrapped around my own arousal like a live wire, making everything sharper and more connected. Every moan I gave her echoed back through the bond, doubling the pleasure until it felt like we were pulsing together.
She hummed in response, her eyes never leaving mine, and slid her fingers a little deeper, curling them harder against that perfect spot. Her other hand stayed firm on my thigh, holding me open while her tongue flicked faster over my clit.
My breathing turned ragged. I gripped the edge of the bench tighter. Another moan tore out of me, louder this time, mixing with the wet sounds of her mouth.
“Zhari… that feels so good. Keep going.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back against the bench cushion.
She flicked her tongue faster. She bit down slowly on my clit and sucked. She kept her gaze fixed upward, watching every twitch of my face and every flutter of my lashes.
As she let go, she pressed her tongue flat and steady against my clit while her fingers pumped in and out, the obscene wet noises growing louder with every thrust.
My legs trembled harder. I squeezed them lightly around her head as I arched my back and thrust against her face.
Through the aura bond, I felt her satisfaction, her hunger, and her need to make me fall apart. It fed straight into my own desperate arousal until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.
When I forced my eyes open again, Zhari was still looking up at me, her mouth working me relentlessly, her glow pulsing brighter with every moan that left my lips.
“Zhari—yes—”
My hips jerked against her mouth.
“I’m—I’m going to come—”
She moaned louder against me, the vibration pushing me right over the edge.
My back arched hard, my head pressing against the cool glass as the orgasm crashed through me. A loud, shaky cry spilled from my throat.
“Zhari—yes—oh stars!”
I could feel myself gush and spill into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over me again and again. Her nails dug into my skin as she squeezed my thigh.
My thighs clamped around her shoulders, shaking uncontrollably while wave after wave rolled through me. Zhari stayed right there, her tongue and fingers moving more slowly but never stopping.
I kept thrusting into her mouth, my hips moving back and forth, drawing every last bit of pleasure out until I was gasping and whimpering, my body twitching with aftershocks.
Only when my legs finally started to relax did she ease her fingers out and press one last soft kiss to the inside of my thigh.
She looked up at me, her lips shiny, and smiled.
“You definitely taste as sweet as you look.”