Page 47 of Bloodgrove

He explored her pussy while his mouth kissed her breasts. His fingers circled, always listening to the song of her breathing.

“Will, please!” Elodie writhed above him and pleaded so sweetly. Tormenting her a little longer, he made his way down her belly with kisses, past her navel to the sensitive skin where her thighs joined her body.

Then panic suddenly broke through the haze of his thoughts, because nothing in his life had prepared him for this moment.

“I…” Will began, looking up at her.

She had one hand closed around her flushed breast, her gaze glazed as it rested on him. “Do not torture me,” she whispered, pressing herself toward him.

But Will did not know whether he could fulfill that request.

“I have never done this before.”

“Kissed a woman?”

Will kissed her thigh, suddenly uncertain. Surely that could not surprise her.

Elodie tilted her head, sending cascades of ebony hair falling to one side. She looked down at him almost tenderly, almost understandingly, though far too undone to manage either fully. Then she slid her fingers into his hair and guided him toward the heat between her legs.

“Just kiss me here.”

He was happy to obey.

Though nervousness now mingled with his intoxication, he drew his tongue through her folds and sucked at the place where all her nerves gathered. For the first time, he was grateful for all those evenings when his drunken colleagues had freely described their conquests.

Elodie’s gasps and panting told him he was doing it right. Growing bolder, he continued, devouring her as though she were his final meal. He knew how to read a lover’s signals—when to linger, when to move faster.

He tasted the rich spice of her arousal, so perfectly matched to her scent. Nothing like the salt of semen, yet every bit as intensely alive. Her folds were wet with her nectar and his saliva, and he drank it all.

Then, when he felt her begin to tighten and heard his name falling ever more breathlessly from her lips, he pushed his tongue into her inviting entrance.

A long, whimpering cry broke from her. Her fingers became claws in his hair, and she rode his mouth without restraint. He held her, answering her urgency, licking and driving his tongue into her until he could barely breathe. She used his whole face, unashamed, rubbing her clitoris across his nosebridge, while his tongue was deep inside her. But it was worth it to feel her chasing the edge, pursuing it and fearing it at once.

His erection was painfully hard, his own release only a few strokes away.

Gods, how he wanted to lose himself here with her, to follow her over the edge. He wanted to enter that tight, burning heat until she stretched around his cock and her muscles held him as they now clenched around his tongue. There was so much more he could give her, so much more he longed to feel.

But for now, he remained where he was, kneeling before her like a knight before his queen, and he would change nothing.

Instead, he drew her swollen bud between his lips one final time, teasing her before thrusting his tongue back into her cunt.

Elodie broke around him.

Trembling.

Clenching.

Her cry as she came was longing finally set free.

Once more, he licked through her lips until she collapsed above him, shaking and held upright only by his hands.

Slowly, she found her breath again and pulled away.

“This was a mistake,” she whispered while he was still basking in his triumph.

Will pushed the hair from his face, his erection rigid inside his trousers. With some effort, he rose.

“We both were aware of that every second.” There was not enough blood left in his head for him to understand what she was saying. “You were already cursing me while you came on my tongue.”