Page 25 of Absinthe Dreams
"Fucking hell, Chloe," I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit as I slowly work two fingers inside her. She's a vise around them, so fucking tight. "I want to keep you here all day, just like this. Does it feel better than your dreams, princess?"
"Yes," she sobs, rocking her hips so that she's practically riding my face from below. I'm not complaining. Seeing her like this—all wanton and wild for me—is the highlight of my life, hands down. "Please don't stop, Trystan.Please."
"You think I would? I want you wrecked, baby." I curl my fingers up, searching for her G-spot. I know the second I find it. Her mouth opens in a soundless cry, her inner muscles clamping around my fingers. "That's the spot, isn't it?"
She clings to the sheets, her eyes rolling wildly.
"Yeah, it is." I chuckle, running my tongue all around her clit while I stroke that spot again and then again.
She shatters with a choked cry, practically levitating from the bed. I hold her down with one hand on her hip, keeping her right where I want her as she convulses, soaking my face.
It's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen. I lick her through it, growling and cursing, desperate to tip her over the edge again just so I can see it one more time.
"Please, please," she gasps, trying to squirm away from me.
"Nu-uh. You told me not to stop licking this pretty little pussy." I flick my tongue against her clit again and then again. "So I'm not going to, princess. Not until you give me one more. Give it to me." I seam my lips around her swollen clit, sucking hard.
"Trystan!" she shouts, falling apart for me again, more intensely than the first time. This one leaves her shattered beneath me, shaking and gasping.
I lick her through it, gently bringing her back down. Once she falls limp, I press a soft kiss to her clit and then prowl up her body, leaving adoring kisses in my wake. I stop at her lips, my eyes locking with hers.
"You're fucking beautiful when you're coming for me, Coco." I brush strands of hair out of her face. "Maybe that'll be my next tattoo, you just like this."
"Don't…" She pauses, panting. "Don't you dare."
I chuckle, lying beside her, grinning. Happier than…fuck…happier than I've been in a long time. Too damn long.
She turns her head to look at me. For a long moment, she just stares, and then she gets that look in her eye—that steely, stubborn, determined look that tells me louder than words that I'm about to pay dearly.
I am not wrong.
She shifts, sitting up. One hand lands against my shoulder, shoving me onto my back. I watch, half in amusement, half ready to pounce, as she rises over me like a Pagan Goddess, all curves and naughty plans.
"What are you doing?"
"You got to play." She flicks her gaze up to mine, her expression hot enough to burn. "Now, it's my turn."
I groan when she immediately reaches for my boxers, yanking them down to my knees. My dick springs free, bouncing in herface. The little minx ignores it, though. Aside from the whisper of her breath across the head, she doesn't go anywhere near the hard bastard. Instead, she sits back on her heels, looking at me like she's trying to decide where to start. Honestly, though, if she's taking suggestions…
"What was it you said you were thinking about?" she asks, reaching out to run a single fingertip down the ridges of my abdomen. "Oh, that's right. Me on my knees with your dick down my throat."
"Jesus," I rasp, precum welling from the tip. "Princess, you don't…" That's as far as I get before she's got that perfect hand on me, wrapping it around my shaft. My hips arch from the bed, my balls throbbing.
She holds my gaze as she leans down, so fucking slowly it's torture.
"Chloe!" I shout, already on the verge of losing my goddamn mind as soon as she wraps her lips around the head of my cock. She doesn't tease or take her time. Once she's right there, she just goes for it, the same way she does everything in life. And fuck me running. Her mouth is perfect. So perfect.
I destroy her braid, trying to get my hands in her hair, trying to get her hair out of her face so I can see. And then my soul threatens to leave my body at the sight of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock.
"Jesus, princess," I choke, trying like hell to stay still. If I move, I'll have my dick all the way down her throat while she chokes on it. I know I will. "Jesus."
She hums around me like she's enjoying this as much as I am, and then plunges down, taking damn near half of me at once.
I shout her name. Curse. Babble like a brainless idiot.
It feels too good. Christ, it's heaven, better than every dream I've ever had, combined.
Her hand slips between my legs to cup my balls, and I lose it. Just…fucking snap.
