Page 65 of Adrift

My fingers are buried in his hair, my back pressed against a shelf, when he drops to his knees, eyeing my mid-thigh skirt. “What are you doing?” I can barely get the words out, I’m breathing so fast.

He studies me, waiting for me to stop him, as his hands slide up my thighs. He hooks his fingers into the band of my panties, pulling them down slowly. “Enjoying the appetizer before my meal.”

I bite my lip, fighting a moan.

His hands guide both of my feet out my underwear before he presses his nose to them, inhaling my scent. He looks up at me, and I give him the faintest of nods. He lifts my skirt and I shimmy until it's over my hips, bunched up at the bottom of my torso. I should feel embarrassed at the way he stares at my bare sex in front of him, but I watch as he devours me first with just his eyes.

“Darian.” I practically whimper, begging him to do something, anything.

“Shh,” he replies. “Let me just look at you.” His index finger slides down the center of me, around my clit, and my legs start to quake. He does it again on the other side, circling my opening and the slick sounds his finger makes as he teases me ramps up my pulse even further. My head falls back as pressure slowly builds inside my core.

Bringing his face closer to me, Darian takes a slow swipe with his tongue all the way up my slit, staying away from my clit. Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he rubs his nose up and down my center, inhaling. His voice is a rough growl against my throbbing center. “Goddamn, you smell good.”

He slowly licks at my entrance again, flicking his tongue against it before circling it with the tip. I hiss, needing to do something with my hands. I place one in his hair and the other on my breast, squeezing.

With both index fingers, he spreads my labia apart and flattens his tongue against me, licking before kissing me down where I want it the most. He still hasn’t licked my needy clit, and I’m about to burst at the seams in both frustration and lust because it’s the one place I need him to move his mouth.

I pull on his hair, trying to vocalize my need through my hands, and he grins against my skin. “All in due time, beautiful.”

I growl softly so as to not alert the toddler in the living room. “Darian!”

Darian moves over to my thigh on his shoulder, kissing and licking it before sliding his mouth back to my entrance. He pulls one of my lips into his mouth, sucking it before letting it go with a pop, and I mewl.

My body arches forward as my grasp on his hair tightens. “Please.” I feel like I’m about to start sobbing. “Please, Darian.”

As if he hasn’t even heard me, the bastard maintains his slowish pace, moving to my other lip and doing the same–licking it before sucking it into his mouth. He bites down on my soft skin while he slides a finger inside me.

I grind down on his face and his finger, biting my lip so hard, I’m at risk of tasting blood. He curls his finger, massaging my inside walls and making me squirm like a fish out of water. My jaw clenches and I manage to grit out my irritation, “Darian, for God’s sake, if you don’t want to see my wrath, then you’d better pick up your pace!”

He laughs against me and finally, fucking finally, he makes his way to my throbbing and swollen clit. His tongue flattens against it, licking before flicking it. He puts one more finger inside me and then sucks my clit with the strength of a fucking vacuum.

I cry out, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth to restrain myself, as my orgasm blinds my vision. I squeeze my eyes shut as I ride his face, unabashedly. Brazenly. Darian continues to finger me as he licks my juices, as if I’m his favorite drink, before I finally gather my breath.

“Oh my God. Holy freaking shit!” I breathe, letting go of his hair and sucking in much-needed oxygen.

He pulls my skirt down before looking up at me with a smug, glistening smile.

“You asshole!” I yell, though I’m laughing at the same time.

He gets up on his feet, pressing his body against mine before cradling my face with his hands. Something vulnerable and needy passes between us. I rub my thumb over his lips, wiping myself off him.

“Put your thumb in your mouth,” he demands.

I do what he asks, tasting myself. He watches me hungrily while I suck on my thumb before I pull it out and he brings his mouth to mine. His tongue laps at mine just like it did seconds before between my legs, and I moan at the memory still fluttering over my skin.

We kiss for another few minutes, moaning and groaning into each other, before I lean my head back on the shelf, completely spent but ready to eat. “Can you feed me now?”

He stamps a quick kiss on my forehead before adjusting himself inside his pants, then he leaves me inside the pantry to make a phone call for take-out.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Darian

Rani: Hi.

Me: Hi. Are you okay?

The text bubble pops up on my phone again and I stare at it, pulling the covers over my waist and sitting up against the headrest.

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