Chapter 13 - Shane #2
“Or change for the worse if I expose myself to you?”
“No. I swear it. I’ll take care of you, no matter what.”
“Okay,” she whispers, leaning forward. I feel her hands grip my shoulders as she presses herself against my chest, and then I feel the light touch of her lips against mine.
Even though lust charges through me in a fiery, crashing wave, I stay still, letting Hyacinth lead. She slides her arms around my neck, writhing against me as she deepens the kiss.
Very slowly, I wrap my arms around her waist, caressing her gently and pulling her closer to me. She moans with pleasure, pressing her body against mine.
Instinct takes over, and I pick her up in one quick sweep, then move us to a sheltered area nearby. When I put her down on the ground, she grabs my shirt and yanks me down on top of her, kissing me deeply as her legs wind around my waist.
I fall into her kiss, letting my mind go blank as I lose myself in her hot, wet mouth and the feel of her body against mine. When I reach for her breasts and squeeze them, she gasps with pleasure, thrusting her hips against me.
There is barely anything between us—the zipper of my pants, and her panties—but some instinct warns me it’s too soon for that.
But I have a fierce appetite, and there’s only one thing I want to eat.
“Hyacinth,” I whisper against her ear.
“Yes,” she murmurs, kissing my cheek.
“Can I go down on you?”
She takes a sudden, sharp breath, and I feel goosebumps rushing across her skin. She nods, her cheek pressed against mine.
“Yes,” she whispers hoarsely. “Yes.”
I kiss her one more time, then slowly get to my knees, running my hands down her body as I settle between her thighs. I stroke the velvety skin there with the tips of my fingers, teasing her before I reach up to rub her through the panties.
Hyacinth gasps, her hips bucking up and down. I reach up to grab the waistband of her panties, my face close to her pussy as I slowly pull her underwear off.
I push the skirt back towards her waist, teasing her again by grazing the tips of my fingers across her hips as I expose her pussy. Hyacinth’s thighs open, and she rocks towards me, silently begging for my mouth.
Gently, I part the outer lips of her pussy with my tongue, finding her throbbing clit underneath.
She cries out, thrashing under me, and I hold her still as I lap at her clit, teasing her with light flicks of my tongue.
She writhes under me, trying to urge me lower, but I take my time, using my lips and tongue to part the outer lips and caress the soft petals beneath.
As I reach her slit, I hook my hands under her thighs and push her legs apart, thrusting my tongue inside her and searching for her sweet juices.
Hyacinth cries out, and I feel her hand in my hair.
With a groan of pleasure, I force her thighs even further apart and plunge my tongue in even deeper, feeling her body trembling under my lips.
Her cries get closer together, and I can tell by the throbbing, rising heat in her that an orgasm is coming.
I start to slide slowly back to her clit, running the very tip of my tongue through the delicate inner petals and then wrapping my lips firmly around her clit to gently suck on it.
This time, Hyacinth does scream, and she lets go of my hair to thrash and writhe on the ground. Her breath comes in harsh gasps, and I keep up the pressure, alternating with long, firm laps of my tongue and wrapping my lips around my clit to suck on it even harder.
I can feel her whole body trembling, and when I pull back a little, I raise my head to look at her.
The blue dress is tossed up around her waist, and she has her hands over her face.
Smiling, I lower my head again, leaving soft, teasing kisses on her clit before sliding down again and thrusting my tongue inside her, eating deep into her pussy as if I’m a man on the verge of starvation.
Not wrong. It’s been a while since I’ve done this.
Hyacinth gasps, shivering under me, and I can feel her pussy throbbing against my mouth.
I lap my tongue into her, riding every wave of her pleasure until she comes again.
She twists underneath me, the harsh breaths bursting from her throat close to being screams. I lick my way back up to her clit, searching through every single slick fold, then I clamp on to her clit and suck until I feel release flood through her again.
Hyacinth is shivering as I move to lay beside her, pulling her skirt back down as I take her in my arms. For a few moments, we just breathe together, and I feel a sense of peace I’ve never known.
I don’t know what’s happening here, but for the first time, I believe this is right. We’re supposed to be together. I can feel it.
After a few minutes, Hyacinth looks up at me. Her face is calm and relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips. I stroke her hair and her cheek, wondering how to convey in words how moved I am by what we just shared.
“I don’t know about you,” I say, “but I had a great time.”
The change that comes over her is immediate. Her body stiffens in my arms, and her eyes turn cold. Before I can do anything, she pushes herself to her feet and bolts away from me, leaving me sitting on the shore of the lake, wondering what the fuck I did wrong.