Page 92 of Fire and Silk
My head drops back with a helpless, broken moan.
His tongue swirls around it.
He sucks.
The pull is slow, wet, obscene—and it shoots straight up my spine like lightning. I gasp, clutching the stone edge behind me as his lips move to the next toe. And the next. Each one pulled into his mouth, tongue teasing between them, sucking until my hips twitch and my moans turn high and tight.
His mouth leaves my foot with a final wet kiss, and I can’t stop the low, wrecked sound that escapes my throat.
Then he lifts my leg higher.
I feel his tongue again— dragging slowly beneath the arch of my foot, across my ankle, up the inside of my calf. Wet heat strokes the back of my knee, and my thighs twitch as the sensation climbs, relentless and slow.
He licks higher. Under my thigh.
The backs of my knees. The tender skin where no one touches. His breath follows his mouth, each exhale brushing over wet skin and raising goosebumps across every inch of me.
He kisses the underside of my thigh—open-mouthed, sucking—and I jolt.
Then his hands are under me again, lifting me effortlessly off the ledge and back into the water.
I gasp as the warmth rushes over my bare skin.
He holds me there, suspended, pressed to his chest. One arm supports my lower back while his mouth moves to my stomach—licking just above my pelvis, up to my navel, then higher, chest rising and falling under his mouth.
Then his lips brush my collarbone.
My throat.
My jaw.
And finally—he kisses me.
Mouth to mouth.
Wet lips and tongue and heat. My hands drift helplessly to his shoulders, fingers clutching muscle slick with water.
Then he turns me.
He spins me in the water—slow, smooth, commanding—and I feel the cool stone of the pool’s edge under my palms as he places them there. My breasts press against the ledge. My hips float behind me.
He strips me completely. Bikini bottoms slide away in the water. I hear the whisper of wet fabric falling to the side.
Then I feel him do the same.
The warm brush of his body against mine—naked now. His cock pressing thick and ready at the curve of my ass.
He slides one arm under my stomach to guide me. His other hand finds my hip, anchoring me in place.
And then—He enters me.
Thick stretch splitting me open from behind.
I moan into the tile, nails scratching the stone as he slides into my soaked cunt inch by inch, water swirling around us, warmth cocooning every angle of my body.
He leans over me.
His chest on my back. His lips at my ear.
