This time, Hyacinth does scream, and she lets go of my hair to thrash and writhe on the ground. Her breath comes in harsh gasps, and I keep up the pressure, alternating with long,firm laps of my tongue and wrapping my lips around my clit to suck on it even harder.
I can feel her whole body trembling, and when I pull back a little, I raise my head to look at her. The blue dress is tossed up around her waist, and she has her hands over her face. Smiling, I lower my head again, leaving soft, teasing kisses on her clit before sliding down again and thrusting my tongue inside her, eating deep into her pussy as if I’m a man on the verge of starvation.
Not wrong. It’s been a while since I’ve done this.
Hyacinth gasps, shivering under me, and I can feel her pussy throbbing against my mouth. I lap my tongue into her, riding every wave of her pleasure until she comes again. She twists underneath me, the harsh breaths bursting from her throat close to being screams. I lick my way back up to her clit, searching through every single slick fold, then I clamp on to her clit and suck until I feel release flood through her again.
Hyacinth is shivering as I move to lay beside her, pulling her skirt back down as I take her in my arms. For a few moments, we just breathe together, and I feel a sense of peace I’ve never known.
I don’t know what’s happening here, but for the first time, I believe this is right. We’re supposed to be together. I can feel it.
After a few minutes, Hyacinth looks up at me. Her face is calm and relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips. I stroke her hair and her cheek, wondering how to convey in words how moved I am by what we just shared.
“I don’t know about you,” I say, “but I had a great time.”
The change that comes over her is immediate. Her body stiffens in my arms, and her eyes turn cold. Before I can do anything, she pushes herself to her feet and bolts away from me, leaving me sitting on the shore of the lake, wondering what the fuck I did wrong.
Chapter 14 - Hyacinth
No, no, no.
I’m running so fast, the forest is blurring around me. It’s too dark to see far ahead, and my sense of direction is shot.
I don’t care—get away, get away!
I lose one shoe leaping over a log, and the other slips away into a pile of loose leaves as I pick up speed again. My heart is drumming painfully against my chest, the beat only slightly faster than my feet against the ground.
Must. Keep. Running!
I thought I wasn’t going to run anymore.
A sob rises in my chest, tearing my throat. I’m beyond any sensible thought, and as long as the panic in my veins runs this hot, I know I can’t possibly slow down. I feel completely cut off from my senses, and I can’t hear or see much around me. As I pump my arms and keep hurling my feet out in front of me, a clear thought cuts through the fear.
It’s amazing I haven’t fallen yet.
Right on cue, my foot hits a slippery patch of dead leaves and skids out from under me. I go down hard, rolling across the ground until I come to a stop at the base of a huge tree. Sitting up, I wrap my arms around myself and rock back and forth a little, unable to stop the hot tears pouring down my cheeks.
I was finally feeling comfortable with him… then I had to let it go too far! I’m an idiot.
His words ring through my mind—I don’t know about you, but I had a good time—and a fresh wound of pain rips through my chest. The tears keep coming.
That’s exactly what Dan said to me… after the first time…
The memories rise, and I’m too distraught and exhausted to push them away. I was young when I met Dan. He was so handsome and charming, I fell for him right away. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life, and he knew it, too. From the moment we locked eyes, it was as if he could see right into me—and it was hot as hell.
My arms tighten around my body as I try to hold myself through the grief and shame. I’d always considered sex to be a sacred act, and when I gave myself to Dan, I believed it utterly.
Too soon… way too soon. But I thought I was safe. I really, really believed I was safe.
Fresh tears burn my eyes and streak down my cheeks as ugly-sounding sobs burst from my throat. My ribs heave, and I tighten my grip even further, as if I can suppress this grief if I just hold on hard enough.
Now I’ve done it again. I’m so fucking stupid! How could I have let my guard down like that?
The recent memories can’t be ignored, and my body stirs, flickers of heat rising in my throat, moving across my nipples and along the inside of my thighs.
“No,” I moan softly. “I can’t do this. No fucking way.”
I rock a little, still holding on to my own shoulders. The pain in my chest has grown so much that it’s all I can feel, and the pressure of it forces more tears from my eyes. I desperately want to take back what I’ve just done, but the physical entanglement is real now, and it’s marked on my body and my soul.
