Page 13 of Bloodmoon Hit
I was right to invite him in.
I want what he’s going to give me.
Shifting my hips, I let my legs fall open, giving him yet another invitation. One he takes, but not in the way I would have thought.
Aziz kisses and licks, toys and nips at my skin with his amazing tongue and teeth between both my breasts before working his way downward. My body is humming in such a way I don’t even know how to describe it. It’s remarkable. Beautiful. So intense, I’m not sure I could go without having him inside me.
“Aziz,” I moan, my hands curling into the short black hair on his head.
“Yes, little one?” he murmurs against my skin.
“I need you inside me,” I tell him, looking down my body to meet his dark, intense eyes.
“I know what you need, Jett, and I’ll give it to you, but you’re not ready.”
He follows his words with a lick to my slit between my legs, sending electric bolts throughout my whole being.
Oh. My. Gods.
Never have I felt something so immaculate and phenomenal in my life.
Aziz uses his tongue to work me into a frenzy, adding his fingers in, sliding them through my juices, sliding first one, then another, stretching me. The pressure is like a biting sting, though it’s not painful in any way. In fact, it’s somewhat pleasurable.
The more he stretches me, the more I want him inside me. I don’t know how much more of his teasing I can take before going mad with need for him. I have no doubt my body is ready for him to take me. To fill me with such immense pleasure.
Oh yeah, I want that and more.
“Aziz,” I call his name, feeling the intense pleasure growing even bigger.
“Don’t fight it, little one,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers inside me once again, scissoring them open. “I want you to come all over my fingers for me. Soak them with this sweet nectar of a pussy.”
It’s like my body wanted him to command it. Those words out of his mouth and I ignite for him. A cry of utter pleasure leaves my lips.
“That’s it,Agápi,” Aziz coos, his body coming over me, his fingers leaving me.
I want to protest, but in the next second his thickness aligns with my entrance, and he starts sliding inside me. The girth of him stretching me was such a fiery pleasure. He’s bigger, much, much bigger than just taking his fingers, but I wouldn’t want to tell him to stop.
I want this.
No, I need this.
So . . . so badly, I need this.
Probably more than my next breath.
Aziz pushes inside me, taking his time, but still not letting me come down from my release. My senses felt heightened.
Staring up into his eyes, I become entranced with the way they seem to get this red gleam in them.
“Take me, Aziz,” I tell him in a whisper and lick my lips, wishing he’d kiss me again.
“I’m going to take you,Agápi, I’m going to take you and make you mine. From this moment, you’re mine. Do you understand?” he grinds out, sliding deeper inside me.
“Yes.” I wanted that.
“Good,” he says just before he slams his mouth to mine and surges forward, right through the barrier, and catapults me into an even more delightful pleasure. “Fuck, little one, you’re so damn tight.Agápi,you’ll burn me alive with how tight you’re squeezing me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
