Page 93 of The Garnet Daughter
“Don’t be.” I run my hand up the back of his neck, still as ignited as before, in fact maybe even more. “I wanted it.”
“I assure you, that’s never happened before.”
I wonder if my assumption about him flirting with everyone is also as inaccurate as assuming his experience. “Has anything happened before?” I ask the question delicately.
He smirks. “Tease me if you like.”
“I would never.”
“A long time ago, but nothing like this.” His fingers never stop dancing across my skin. “And I wouldn’t mind. I like when you tease me.”
“I’ll remember that.” I smile wickedly at him.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Callia.” He sighs, and it has a playful grumble to it.
Regaining his confidence, he presses his lips to mine again, taking control of and hovering over my body, pressing into me as if he didn’t just come without warning.
“We should . . .” I pant through his increasingly deep kisses. “We should go. More predators may come.”
“No, you will be able to keep a lookout.” He kisses down to my collarbone and then smiles like he is up to something.
“I will?”
He kneels in front of me, his eyes hungry and pupils dilated. I gasp when his strong hands come down with him, holding the backs of my thighs like he’s caught me in a snare.
He slips his thumb beneath the hem of my undergarment, waiting to see my response.
I’m panting again, a flutter in my stomach turning to hot coiling in my core at the thought of what he is about to do. His large body bends at my feet, somehow looking just as powerful this way.
I place my palm on the top of his hand to help pull down the side of the fabric, and it’s enough permission for him to take it the rest of the way, pulling it in haste and kissing back up my thigh.
I lean my head against the tree trunk, overcome with the anticipation of his mouth on me. He drags his tongue up my inner thigh, making my skin break out in a pebbled chill, a glimpse of the pleasure he will give where I need his lips most.
My leg is lifted, suddenly hitched over his shoulder. He shifts my weight and holds my opposite hip tightly, positioning me exactly where he wants.
His hot breath pants against my sex as his mouth lowers between my thighs.
I gasp and practically scalp him with my grip when he slides his tongue through my slit in a slow devouring motion.
He hums deeply, almost like a growl as he tastes me, his eyes glazing over when he reaches the slickest part of my body.
He watches, gauging my reaction, studying my gasps and whimpers, determined to prove himself as he runs his tongue over my flesh again and again.
“Oh, August,” I moan, and almost assume he came all over again by his response. He clutches my backside with delicious bruising force and pulls me closer into his hungry mouth.
His previous release is still plastered on my stomach, slowly running down toward his current efforts. I watch it arch over the mound of my pussy and spill into the seam, mixing with my own wetness.
August pulls back when he notices, tasting himself on me. His eyes are so wild with desire, I have to hold onto the tree. My knees threaten to buckle as his finger runs through the rest of his cum, sliding it through the curls of my sex and down into my folds and drenching me in an entirely different way.
He leans in again, and my next breath is stolen from me, replaced by a shiver that runs across my entire body. Then a guttural sound escapes me as he wraps his lips around my clit, keeping his eyes on mine and focusing his full attention on the sensitive bud.
I squirm on his tongue, holding onto his shoulder and the tree for support as every nerve ending fires within me. I do my best to keep quiet in our hiding spot among the oasis trees, but it’s impossible not to moan his name again and let the waves of euphoria that are slowly building and tightening in my pelvis take me.
I dig my nails into his shoulder and my hips thrust in rhythm to his ministrations, the now steady and unrelenting force of his tongue undoing me. I praise him and tell him how he is makingme feel, how much I love this, and he never stops, never changes pace.
The walls of my core clench, wanting to be filled, but he grasps me with two strong hands, keeping me firmly in place.
Every muscle in my body restricts as my climax peaks.
