Page 61 of Serpentine Valentine
I laughed again, and the sound unlocked a deep well of joy inside me I’d never known existed. I bent my head and feasted from her, clutching the dense swell of her ass in my hands to haul her closer to my mouth. My teeth scraped against her tender inner thighs, my tongue dipped intothe heart of her, tasting the wet as it sprung from within her, and my lips sealed around her clit to suck, suck, suck until her knees softened and she had to cling to the footboard behind me to stay standing.
I gave her no mercy, and she didn’t ask me for any. She surrendered to my savage intentions so sweetly, it lit me on fire. I could feel myself leaking through my wet underwear down my thighs onto my heels, where they pressed into my ass as I knelt.
She tasted like every fantasy I’d ever had. I’d been drunk with one kiss in the library. High after a single pass of her questing hand over the lower curve of my breast in the bath. And now, I was forever addicted from the moment she parted those thick thighs to give me access to the dark, wet heart of her.
The first time she came, she stopped breathing, legs quaking around my head, hands pulling too tight in my hair. The only noise she made was a strangled whimper seconds before she flooded my tongue with wetness sweet as agave nectar. I delved deeper, drunk on the taste of her as I drank every drop of her down.
“Lex,” she cried softly when I didn’t slow my ministrations, when I moved one hand from her ass to between her thighs to join my tongue inside her snug cunt. “Oh my God.”
“Again,” I demanded against the inside of her thigh before curling another finger into that tight heat and flicking her swollen, throbbing clit with my tongue.
She cried out then, louder and louder. We weren’t home alone, but I didn’t care. Part of me wanted to set up a speaker system in my room and play the sounds of her desire throughout campus so everyone could hear the symphony of pleasure I aroused in her. So everyone could know that Luna Pallas was mine.
This time, when she orgasmed, I fucked her even harder through it, fingers pressing into the front wall of her pussy, punishing that soft spotthat made her wail and ride my face without one iota of shame.
When she came to and I was still kissing her sloppy, swollen folds, she moaned and tugged my face away from her. Before I could protest, she dropped to her knees in front of me, locked her hands in the hair over my ears, and towed me in for a brutal kiss.
Fuck, but it was sexy to hear her moans as she licked herself from my lips and sought more behind my teeth. She ate at me like a starved woman, like she would never get enough. And when she moved her desperate, sucking kisses down my neck to my chest, I didn’t even protest when she shoved the cups of my bra under my flesh and plumped my tits in her hands. I loved the way she gazed at them, wild-eyed and drugged, like my breasts were a prize.
“So sexy,” she breathed, almost to herself. “God, I could play with these all day. Worship them for hours.”
She bent her head then, almost transfixed, bewitched. The moment her lips closed over my nipple, we both moaned in harmony. She licked and sucked and bit until my breasts were tattooed in hickeys and bite marks. The sight of them marked up by her almost threw me back to Halloween, to the way my breasts had looked brutalized by Morgan. But Luna seemed to sense my distress, and she pressed two gentle kisses to each peak before looking up at me.
“I love knowing I put these marks on you.” Her voice was as rough as sandpaper, her pupils totally blown out, eyes all black. “I love believing that my touch can erase anyone else’s touch before it.”
“Stop,” I barked, unable to stand her kindness when I was already so vulnerable. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what? Worship you when you deserve to be worshipped?” she taunted, not mean but determined. “Love your body the way you deserve to be loved?”
I shut my eyes before the sight of her beautiful, earnest face undidme.
“You can close your eyes if it makes it easier, Lex, but we both know it’s still me in this room with you. Me between your breasts. Me between your thighs.” Her hand slipped through my folded legs and cupped my pussy beneath my underwear. Her fingers slipped on the well of wetness she found there, and we both groaned. “I know it’s not enough to erase what happened to you, but I’m going to love your body until it’s singing, and any thought of him is lost, at least for now.”
I opened my mouth to spew venom, to remind us both I was a monster and not some young, naïve maiden, but Luna curled two fingers into my cunt, and I lost all sense for speaking.
She used her fingers to fuck me, harder and faster like she knew I needed it after the torture of making her come twice on my tongue. While her hand worked inside me, her mouth was busy at my breasts, sucking and licking them until they gleamed gold in the low light with the sheen of her spit. It was dirty and sexy and so feminine, having her pretty pink mouth on my tits and the lingering taste of her come on my tongue.
“Yeah, that’s it, Lex, let go for me,” she encouraged in a wrecked whisper as she moved to straddle one of my thighs and settle her wet sex against my skin, gyrating to bring herself pleasure even as she doled it out to me. “Come all over my hand.”
“Only if you promise to clean it up with your tongue,” I told her, one hand wrapping her hair around my fist while the other found her sexy ass and pressed her harder into my thigh. “Only if you come all over me again.”
We both watched each other even though our lids were heavy with pleasure as we coaxed the other closer to the edge. My orgasm loomed, high and wide as a tsunami threatening to take me under. I resisted, panic skirting at the edge of my thoughts.
“Trust me, Lex,” Luna panted, thrusting harder against my leg, her face pink and wet with sweat as she fucked herself and fucked me. “Come for me.”
“Fuck,” I bit out as her heel ground into my clit and stars burst across my vision.
“My God,” she echoed, and a second later, she convulsed on top of me, her juices leaking down the sides of my thigh.
The utter delicious sight of her coming against my leg severed the last of my control in two like the swing of an axe. I fell apart, unspooling in her hand, losing myself to the bright, white wonder of pleasure searing through me. In that blissful haze, I forgot everything. Morgan. Mina. My parents. My seemingly irrevocable loneliness.
I forgot everything except her.
Luna, bright and alluring as the moon glowing above me, lighting my way through the dark.
“Lux mea.” I realized I was chanting as I started to come to. “Lux mea.”
My light, my light.
