Page 16 of Longing for the Minotaur
“Damn,” Banon grunts. “You know just how to touch me.”
I squeeze harder, moving faster while I massage him. He bites his hand to quiet a groan, and even more of his pre-cum beads at the tip. Now it’s dripping down the underside, giving my hand plenty of lube.
“Shit,” he says suddenly, grabbing my wrist to still my movements. “I’m going to come all over you if you keep doing that.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “You don’t want to?”
“Not like this.” He takes both my hands in his, our fingers interlocking. “When I come, I want it to be inside you.”
Oh, I see. I want that, too, so I let him push me back down onto the bed. I think that he’s finally going to give me what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been thirsting for all these years, but then he picks me up by the ass with one hand and grabs my thigh in the other, pushing my legs apart. I’m completely bare to him, and who knows how long it’s been since I shaved? I decided in college that I wasn’t going to wax and shave my naturally occurring hair, but now I regret it. Cheerleaders are always waxed to perfection, I’m sure.
Banon’s face lights up, and his tongue skims across his lower lip. “Au naturale,” he says, his hand trailing up the inside of my thigh. “Very good.”
Good? That’s not what I expected him to say.
He finally reaches the apex of my thighs, and there, he spreads my labia with two fingers. He studies me, and I’m tempted to snap my legs closed again at the intent look on his face, when he bends forward and dives in.
Immediately, his tongue whirls over my clit, and it’s thick and broad and shockingly dexterous. It’s just a ghost of a touch, though, the beginning of one.
“Banon,” I whimper.
He groans against me. “I’ve always wanted to hear you say my name like that.” He spreads me even farther apart as he licks me again, harder, back and forth and up and down and around and around, until I’m gasping and my body is twitching on its own.
“Mmm.” Banon lifts his head, his big muzzle dripping. “Damn. I’ve thought about tasting that forever.” The hand that’s been spreading me drops lower, the pad of his finger coasting over that empty place inside me. He nudges at my entrance. “You’re already so wet.”
I’m too drunk on sex at present to tell him that he’s always done this to me, that I get my panties damp just sitting in the same car. But the sight of his horns poking up between my thighs, his shaggy hair moving as he goes down on me, is definitely lubing me up.
He applies more pressure with his finger, and I’m surprised by just how thick it is as he pushes it through my outer folds, asking me to open until he’s sunk in me up to his knuckle. I gasp around it, and Banon grins before he returns to his work.
Now his finger and tongue are dancing in tandem, winding me up tighter and making every wet thrust louder and louder. Just that one finger and the expert teasing of that tongue is sending me rocketing, a live wire, writhing and whimpering.
“Going to come for me?” he says over my mound. He pumps his finger harder, then curls it at the tip, dragging it along my upper wall as he plays me like a fiddle.
“Yes, yes.” I bite down on my lip to keep from making too much sound, even though Dad and Marissa’s bedroom is down the other hall.
To my vast indignation, Banon slows down. That’s when I feel a second finger asking for entry. I’m so wet, though, that it has no problem sliding in, filling me up even further.
“There,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you ready.”
Once more, Banon attacks me, flicking his tongue faster and harder as his two fingers work together. Now they’re both curling, both stimulating that wonderful place deep down inside me. Only one girl has ever done this, but she did not have sausage-sized fingers. He’s so thick that I’m teetering, sliding closer to the edge, gripping the blankets as Banon ravages me.
How does he know how to do this? Just thinking about it makes me jealous—wondering how many other women he’s pleasured this way, brought to the breaking point this way.
“Fuck,” Banon growls, lifting his head again. “Nobody tastes like you, Valentina. Nobody in the whole goddamned world.” God, he has such a wonderfully dirty mouth.
He buries his fingers inside me, truly fucking me with them as he eats me up. Every single thought is gone, poof, vanished from my brain as his hand slicks in and out, his tongue going wild, and I smoosh my lips together to not cry out when it hits me like a train.
“Mmmph!” I manage, covering my mouth with one hand. Between my legs, Banon moans, his fingers pumping even faster.
“That’s right, give it all to me.” He slurps me up, and I should be horrified at the sound, but it’s drawing out my incredible orgasm even further.
Finally, he lowers me back to the bed, and I go utterly boneless.
“I haven’t come like that ever,” I whisper to the ceiling as Banon plops himself down next to me. He is still, surprisingly, rock-hard.
“Damn,” I say, rolling over onto my side so we’re face to face. I reach down and wrap my hand around his dick, just marveling at its size.
“Your little moans got me going.” He grips my ass and pulls my naked hips against his, his cock pressed to my belly, my hand trapped between us. “Now I just want to fuck you. Make you moan even more.”
