Page 77 of Lost Lyrebird
Her eyes fill with something—an emotion I can’t name.Shame, maybe.Like there’s a memory or thought she’s slipped into.
Instead of answering, she gets up.I sit up and reach out to grab her, but she holds up a finger.“I’m just turning the music down.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to hear you.”
“Hear me?”
“I want to hear how you say my name when I make you lose your mind.”
“Lily,” I breathe, rough and hoarse.“Come the fuck here, woman.”
She comes back, her large breasts swaying and bobbing as she strolls toward me.It’s fucking memorizing.
I hold out my hand to pull her back onto my lap.
She places her finger on my lips and shushes me.Then she’s spreading my legs wider, dropping to her knees in front of me, and running her hands over my thighs.She wastes no time.She goes for the buttons on my jeans and deftly pops each one free, revealing my briefs underneath.
Leaning over me, she squishes her breasts to my chest and grips my hair.She stares into my eyes, and slowly, giving me a chance to change my mind, she finally, finally fucking kisses me.Since it’s probably the only part of me I can use to place a claim on her, I do just that.I kiss her back for everything I’m worth.She moans first.Then I let my voice loose and do the same.Our teeth clank.Our tongues dance.She bites my lip first.I kiss the fuck out of her again, more aggressively this time.I don’t hold back.I grip the back of her head and ravage her mouth, then suck her bottom lip and hold it with my teeth for a moment before letting it slowly slip away.
We’re fucking.Just with our mouths, and it’s both sensual and brutal.
We hardly breathe.What ragged breaths we do manage are ragged gasps.It’s like a hit of an intoxicating drug, ecstasy straight to the bloodstream, and one taste is all it takes for me to think I’ll be craving this for the rest of my days.
When her mouth leaves mine, I chase it, reclaim it, and draw her right back into me.She comes with a bit of a fight to her, but slowly gives in and falls into the kiss again.
Finally, she plants her hand on my chest and forces me back.My chest is expanding and heaving from the lack of air.Hers does the same.Her mouth is red with beard burn.Her lips, swollen and fucking indecent.But oh so damn beautiful.
“Now.”She points at me.“Stay there and let me have my fun.I want to learn what the rest of you tastes like.”I’m tempted to say fuck it and just grab her, toss her on the couch beside me and crawl over her, but for now, I obey.I’ll play by her rules and let her take what she needs.
She lays a trail of kisses across my neck and chest first.She’s the opposite of timid.Her kisses are as complex as she is.A soft kiss, a hard suck, a bite to leave behind an impression, and God, do they ratchet me up.
She leaves teeth marks across my chest.
A harsher bite to my tattoo pec has me shouting, “Fucking hell, Lily.Jesus, woman!”To which she laughs and grins devilishly.Then she’s working over my nipples, bait and switching on me again, leaving them blazing red and aching.She’s marking me the fuck up, and holy shit, does it feel good.
I never knew my body could be lit up this way.It’s as if she’s waking up every inch of my skin—bringing me back to life.
As she moves down my body, her nails scratch my chest.The lines she leaves behind are pink and pebbled.I shudder and moan.My body goes boneless.My head falls to the back of the couch as I sink further, opening my thighs to give her the room to kneel between them.I keep my eyes on her because I don’t want to miss a moment of it.
Her nose travels the length of my treasure trail as she inhales my scent.Then she licks along the line of my briefs.
I quickly help her out by lifting so she can pull my jeans and my black briefs down and off.
The moment her cool breath hits the head of my cock is transcendent.She gives it a similar treatment but goes easy with the teeth.She noses it, breathes in the scent of me, and then blows hot breath across my tip.Her lush lips brush over the head—back and forth, back and forth.Then her mouth loves on it as she kisses, mouths, and licks one side, then the other.She ventures down it to the base, paying it the same homage as the rest.She sucks on the skin around my girth, comes back to the tip, and hints at teeth play.The threat is there.The danger, but she never fully sinks them deep.
Essentially, she plays me like a fucking fiddle.I can’t breathe with the want of what I know is coming.I can’t look away.And I’m higher than I’ve ever been and not for a fucking pill.
Her hand wraps around the base.Her tongue sweeps through the precum there, and she gives me a good glimpse before she takes it into her mouth and swallows it.
I reach forward and thread my fingers through her hair while groaning.The sound reverberates in my chest.“Oh fuck, woman.Are you tryin’ to kill me?”
She licks up the side, blows a wicked breath over the wetness, the fucking menace.Then she works herself down my length.She takes it all.Takes me to the fucking hilt and swallows around me.I jackknife up.“Good God, that’s it.All of it.Just like that.”
The feel of her throat constricting around my dick is heady as fuck.I wrap my other hand lightly around her throat so I can feel it there.Feel her pulse beat under my fingertips.
She moans around me, and damn, it feels like heaven.It’s all I can do to stop myself from taking over, forcing her to fuck that mouth up and down over and over again.
