Page 64 of Secrets, Lies and Love

I suckle her pussy, feeding on the wet flesh, and Cecily trembles, moaning loudly.

I hold her clit between my teeth, and she screams, out of control, demanding, spreading her legs wider without me telling her to.

I hold her hips, lick her sex in long strokes, and the first orgasm makes her convulse against my mouth.

I drink everything. I suck and start again because I can’t get enough. I want more. Every drop of her pleasure on my tongue.

Cecily says my name as she surrenders, just as I promised she would, but there is something treacherous about this achievement, because I think I may become a slave to this sensual call.

Even after her tremors subside, I don’t stop. I savor it without rushing, because I’m hungry and I want to taste it, explore every inch of her.

I swirl my tongue around her clitoris and place my thumb in her intact opening, dilating her, letting her get used to the invasion.

Warm velvet. A tight hiding place. A prison I want to enter voluntarily.

She is my oasis, my Eden.

I want to lose myself inside her innocence, to be the one who makes her a woman. The sole keeper of her pleasure.

Incoherent thoughts cross my consciousness, going against our agreement, and even at this moment, when I haven’t yet completed my possession, I know I’ll want more.

I suck her clit gently now, and she goes crazy, making me promises, agreeing to whatever I want, as long as I don’t stop.

I change my thumb to my index finger and deepen it until I find my target. That exact point where, as soon as I reach it, she screams, coming again.

Cecily shudders and tries to pull away. I don’t allow it, keeping her where I want her. My mouth is at her entrance, swallowing her juices.

She tightens around my finger, in small contractions, and her pussy leaks even more of her honey.

I pull her thighs over my shoulders and suck up everything, not leaving a drop behind. My tongue works in and out, licking her inner walls, hair, and crotch.

I’m so horny that it hurts, but I can’t stop eating her.

“I’m going to faint.”

“You won’t. I won’t let you. I’ll keep you awake throughout our time together.”

Dionysus

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Urgency and,at the same time, a need to delay, prolong the torture.

That’s what she makes me feel.

I want to take her to my room and fuck her nonstop, but I also want to stay here, looking at her post-orgasm expression, still lost in the pleasure I just gave her.

“I don’t know if I can handle you. You’re very sexy. You make me dizzy, desperate.”

Jesus, she has no filter. So raw and true. Stripped of artifice, sensual in her surrender.

I pick her up again and walk to the pool stairs. “We’ll only know if this will last when it comes to an end. And I haven’t even started yet.”

I walk with her in my arms, careful to hold her sideways and not with her thighs around my waist, because I don’t trust myself right now.

Feeling the rub of her pussy against my steel-hard cock could make me commit the madness of going deep, still standing up.

As soon as we enter the living room, I start to walk towards the stairs, but Cecily stops me by asking, “Where are we going?”

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