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“You’re fucking perfect, Cally.”
“Not so perfect,” I whisper as I realize it’s going to be hell to pay to get his pants off with one of his ankles tied to the bedpost. Oh well, where there’s a will, there’s a way.
He’s panting through his teeth now, his free hand clutching the spread so tightly it’s a surprise he hasn’t ripped it.
“Smell me?” I goad.
He bugles now. This noise is different from his previous ones, more of a bellow.
Suddenly, I realize that only one of us is having fun with this game. The poor guy doesn’t need me to spur his lust higher. He’s horny enough.
“Take your pants and panties off. Ride my face.” His nostrils are flared, pupils blown.
How can I say no to such a reasonable request?
I rip the offending clothes off, throw them over my shoulder, and climb onto the bed.
“I need you, Cally. Need to taste you, lick you, slide my tongue inside you. I want your scent all over me. If I wasn’t tied down, I would find a way to anoint myself in your cream. Now, Cally.”
I slide a leg across his chest to straddle him, then knee-walk closer to his head and do just as he asked—I sit on his face.
The sound he makes is the universal sound of bliss as his tongue peeks out to greet me. His free hand grips my hip as he keeps me hovering a few inches above his face, so he controls the action. Just the tip of his tongue enters me and his guttural moan is so expressive it’s as though he’s died and gone to heaven.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sylas
I can’t think. It’s not that my thoughts are spinning. There simply are no thoughts. I am just a body: nerve endings and synapses and urges that are so potent all I can do is act on my desires.
Cally tastes like heaven. I would tell her that if I could stop what I’m doing, but it’s physically impossible to pull my tongue from her wet heat. Her delicious scent is powerful, so potent I want to drench myself in it. And the taste? It can’t be described other than it’s what I’ve been searching for my entire life.
My free hand is biting into the flesh at her hip. I wish I could be gentler, but even a nuclear bomb couldn’t tear me from her, couldn’t make me release her.
I’m controlling her position. Even though she’s on top of me, I’m the one who decides how close she gets to me, how deeply my tongue spears into her. I thrust in to the hilt, loving her gasped hiss when my long tongue finds a spot inside her that causes her thighs to clench around my ears.
“Sylas.”
Although I love hearing my name on her lips, what is even more fulfilling are the little moans and hums and sighs that rumble out of her in response to what I’m doing.
Finally, though I’m not satiated with this swift taste of her—I’ll never get enough of her to be filled up—I pull away long enough to say, “You taste so good I could exist on this. Only this, Cally.”
Her palms are flat on the wall behind me, giving her control and freedom of movement. She tips her hips forward while wiggling backward. “Right there, Sylas. My little bundle of nerves.”
Her voice is breathy, but her need is clear. She’s too close for me to see what she needs, but by pointing my tongue and exploring, it isn’t hard to find the little bump that makes her hiss in pleasure. To ensure I took her cue, she purrs, “Yeah. Right there.”
I experiment with the flat of my tongue as well as the point, and she gives excellent nonverbal instruction with her expressive moans and hip thrusts. This is so intimate: feeling her, tasting her, tuning in to her breathing and the force with which she presses against my mouth.
My free hand urges her on, caressing and stroking as I increase the pressure with my tongue.
Every time I focus on my own pleasure, I have to tighten all my muscles to keep from spilling into my pants. This needs to be about her. My biological urges can wait.
If her responses are anything like mine, she’s close. She’s open-mouth panting, sometimes whining. I don’t know what to do to push her over the edge until her small hand grips mine and moves it, guiding it between us.
“Fuck me.”
I have no idea how I keep myself from coming when I slide my finger through her slippery folds and plunge it into her hot, wet heat.
Moaning against her, I suck and flick and press with the flat of my tongue and I do just as she asked, fucking her with one finger, then two. Adding a third finger is what triggers her release as she shouts her pleasure with wordless cries, her walls fluttering around me, her thighs quivering.
