Page 43 of Double Apex

Stroking the recently denuded skin, I glance up. “Expecting company?”

She narrows her eyes with a sardonic half smile. “Oh, shut up and don’t be smug. I wasn’t expecting ‘company’ other than the battery-operated type.”

The thought of Phaedra doing this makes my cock lurch. With a helpless groan I make contact, my tongue sliding a lazy circuit around her clit, lingering in areas that cause her hands to tighten on my hair.

I find a spot that elicits a tense whispered “Yes! Oh fuck…” and bathe it with the flat of my tongue until she pushes against my face, gasping. She tastes like salt and heat, the sweet muskiness of cantaloupe mixed with a dark richness like walnuts. I can’t resist gliding a path down to her entrance and pushing my tongue inside. A small, hoarse sob escapes her.

“More,” she begs. “Don’t stop.You’re really good at that.”

“Confess, draga mea.” I slide two fingers into her and find that shy little patch like a firm, sticky sponge saturated with her lust. I rub and glide, physical memory directing my hand into the motion that made her twitch and moan last time.

“What am I confessing?” she manages, throwing her head back. She releases my hair and digs her fingers into the sofa. “Anything. Just tell me where to sign. I did it. Guilty.”

I give her several long, slow licks, then tease the spot I’ve noticed she loves most while my fingers rock inside her. She’s so delicious it’s driving me mad.

“Nofalseconfessions,” I warn. “Just this: Whom did you think of while you pleasured yourself?” I return my tongue to her, then suck her clit before pulling away again. “Whose face, voice, tongue, cock? Whose name spilled from your lips when you came?”

I renew my teasing ministrations, finding the precise rhythm that makes her beg me not to stop. As she gets closer, I can only catch a few syllables of what she’s deliriously saying under her breath—broken shards of words, riding atop her panting.

Her thighs are tense, and her toes point into the carpet like a ballerina. Her hands providing leverage on the sofa’s arm, she pitches her hips in tight little thrusts, as if bobbing on a quick current. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her nipples pink caps on the lightly jiggling mounds of her breasts.

When I draw back, she groans in dismay. I know she’s seconds from the edge, and inside her, my fingers define a lemniscate—the infinity symbol—against her hot walls. “Pentru totdeauna,” I whisper.

Forever.

My mouth covers her sweet cunt and she whimpers withrelief, then goes silent in concentration as my focused caress leads her to the tipping point.

Her hands dive into my hair again and she allows herself one unrestrained sob of ecstasy before perhaps realizing that too much noise could give us away. Her legs jab straight as climax thunders in, and she strangles her cry into a discreet moan, shuddering against my hand and my lips.

“It was you,” she gasps, the words rough. “I thought about you…always, dammit…” Her eyes open and settle on me.

“Such an obedient girl.” I stand and tip her flushed face to kiss me. “Are you always so well-behaved? Mmm?”

I pull her to her feet into my arms. My cock is aching, crushed in my tight jeans, and she presses against me hard.

“I think you may be a bit bad,” I say as she drags my head down to kiss her.

Her mouth is ravenous against mine. “I am now,” she manages through the slick warring of our lips and tongues. “And it’s your fault.” She snags the waist of my jeans and pulls me toward the huge window. “You make me want to do terrible things.”

Planting her palm on the center of my chest, she shoves me against the cool wall perpendicular to the window and drops to her knees, wrenching my fly open. I help her, stepping out of my clothes and pushing them aside with my foot.

Her hands coast up my thighs and torso. She pauses, staring straight up into my eyes, arms stretched high in a posture so like supplication that I want to tumble her to the carpetand fuck her like a raging beast. Her pupils are splayed dark as mountain lakes ringed by trees, lips plump and abraded pink from kissing. A cascade of coppery-chestnut waves falls around her shoulders, parting over her tits.

From this angle, the jutting curve of her ass is bewitching. Her hand fits perfectly around the girth of my cock, and she begins to stroke me, one corner of her mouth lifting in a smirk.

“You look stunning on your knees,” I growl.

“The view’s about to get even better.”

With that, her mouth closes over me. I tip my head back with a hiss between clenched teeth, and one of my hands moves to the top of her head, fingers twining in the silken locks.

I watch her plunging up and down, my cock glittering and those plump lips sliding. I’m riveted by the way she blends the use of her lips and tongue and hand. She’s incredible—so skilled. Suddenly I wish to destroy every man she’s touched this way. Her mouth and hands belong only to me, now and always.

My hand tightens in her hair. I’m too close—I have to stop her before I’m unmanned.

“Numai mie îmi apartine,” I murmur under my breath, half delirious.

She runs the tip of her tongue around the ridge of my cock, massaging the sensitive underside before pausing. “You said the same thing on the boat. What is it?”

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