Page 31 of The Moon & His Tides
“Una figa così graziosa,” I murmured against the inside of her thigh. “Such a pretty pussy, Savvy. And so wet for me. Do you want to come already? Are you that eager to come apart on my tongue?”
I twisted my fingers inside her and rubbed at her front wall until her legs spasmed around my head and her face clenched with sharp-edged arousal. She was so fucking gorgeous like that,wrecked for me, only my shoulders and my fingers wedged inside her tight heat keeping her aloft.
“They might hear you inside,” I whispered because there was no insecurity with Savannah, not like this. She was no longer the British lady but that Southern teenage girl lying in the grass, touching herself and wishing for filthy, desperate fantasies. “Some of the guests might touch themselves to the sound of your gasps later tonight. Would you like that?”
She did. Her breath coming fast and heavy, a furious pink blush spilling down from her neck to her chest in the cowl-neck of her dress. She wanted to be desired by everyone almost as much as she wanted to be respected and admired by them. It was a delicate balance to strike, but I thought she thoroughly succeeded.
I smiled before running my tongue over the place my fingers fucked and then up to her swollen clit to give it a long suck.
Her fingers in my hair turned to claws, and her hips gave little aborted jerks as she fought to get closer and squirm away from the intense feeling unfurling between her legs. I didn’t let her move an inch. She was mine at this moment, even if she couldn’t truly be mine in any other.
Her underwear was saturated with my spit and her leaking juices, the combination all over my chin as I ate at her regardless of the mess. When she came with a wail she muffled in the crook of her elbow, I licked up every inch of her dripping pussy until she was done shaking.
“Sebastian,” she whispered the way a disciple might murmur the name of a deity at temple. “Sebastian.”
I memorized her tone and the exact way her mouth formed the letters of my name so I would never forget what it felt like to be revered by a woman I admired so much.
“Savannah,” I praised her lavishly in the single word then pressed a kiss to the inside of each pale, smooth thigh, inlove with the vulnerability of those thin-skinned curves. “My gorgeousduchessa.”
I rested back on my heels to gently lower her to the ground, keeping my hands on her hips to steady her as she wobbled slightly.
“You did so well for me,” I told her as I gently rubbed a finger over the drenched placket of her panties and adjusted them slightly so they sat better over her swollen pussy. When I looked up at her from my knees while I adjusted the folds of her skirt back down over her thighs, her gaze was black, pupils blown wide, mouth a lax oval of shock and tenderness.
She looked in that second almost… scared of me. And when she stepped back slightly out of my grasp, her spine was pressed flat to the wall like she couldn’t bear to be close to me any longer.
“Savvy,” I breathed, opening my hand between us like a gentleman before a lady in the British court, a strangely polite gesture given what we’d just done but my dirty girl was gone and in her place that buttoned-up lady.
She shook her head slightly then stopped suddenly like she’d given too much away.
“The party,” she told me with an abstract wave of her hand, already shuffling to the side to reenter the house. “I must get back.”
I put my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching for her. “Okay,duchessa, have a good time.”
She nodded, but didn’t look at me as she turned and walked delicately around the barren bushes back into the house where the noise and glamor swallowed her whole.
And I remained alone in the dark wondering why the two people who had invited me into their home to be their lover had both just run away from me like the devil was chasing them.
9
SEBASTIAN
It was late by the time I dragged myself back to the carriage house.
My carriage house.
At least, temporarily.
It felt good to toe my shoes off and move through the cool, shadowed space, but I wasn’t in the headspace to be alone and enclosed. The animal within me was restless, prowling, and growling. It wanted something more than Adam’s cum on my fingers and Savannah’s orgasm on my tongue. It wanted… Itwanted.
It was as simple and overwhelming as that.
I had a home. I had lovers. I had the promise of success.
Yet I was still alone.
Without Cosima, without Mama and Elena and Giselle.
Without the comforts, however rank, of my home country.
