Page 110 of Avenging Azalea

“Yes.”

Fawn’s hand slid down her stomach and in between her legs. I watched as she swirled her fingers around slowly, timidly, and yet so erotic. As she got braver, she flicked her clit and moaned. The sound raced through my body. All I could picture was coming hard and burying myself deep inside of her for the rest of the night. It was so visceral that a throbbing ache shot up my shaft.

Leaning in closer, I licked and kissed all the way up to her fingers. Fawn moaned and rubbed faster. The pleasure made her bolder, pushing her to do more.

She was already soaking wet, and my hands tightened on her thighs, forcing them further apart, until they were spread wide. The sight of her finger dipping into her pussy and coming out wet made my brain short-circuit. The next time my Little Bird pulled out, I opened my mouth. She hesitated for only a moment before holding it out for me. She moaned as I sucked on the digit. Her essence was honey on my tongue as I sucked her clean.

“Do it again,” I said.

Fawn obeyed, ripping a growl from my chest. The rawness of my desire was alarming, and trying to bottle it back up was like restraining the tide. It simply wasn’t happening.

I couldn’t take it anymore and moved her hand away from her clit before latching onto it with my mouth.

“Oh my god, Titus.” Fawn whimpered and wiggled.

Sucking and teasing her with my tongue had Fawn gripping my hair hard and pulling me closer. I savored everything. From the way she moaned to how she bucked up with her hips as she drew closer to a climax. I’d tried so hard not to think about Fawn like this over the last few months, but from the first touch of our lips, I knew that she’d captured me. My heart belonged to her, and maybe it always had. Two unlikely souls brought together by a randomness that made me believe in fate.

“Titus…oh fuck…I’m….”

Fawn was panting, her body tensing. There was no letting up. I wanted her to come undone. I licked her faster before sucking the small bundle of nerves into my mouth.

“Yes…God, yes, Titus. I’m gonna come. So close,” she stuttered and then gasped.

I gripped her ass and angled her hips, letting me get deeper with my tongue. Biting down on her clit, I growled, and Fawn shuddered.

“Titus, I’m coming. Oh…yes, yes, right there,” she cried out as she bucked wildly on my face. I’d never been more turned on or filled with pride as she came in my mouth. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she whimpered as I continued to assault her and draw out the orgasm into a series of body-shaking aftershocks.

Lifting my head, I licked my lips, and my eyes locked with my Little Bird.

God better help us both because I'm never letting her go.

FAWN

My body felt tied down, but my head was floating with the endorphins soaring through me. Titus stood between my legs, gazing at me. He’d always been sexy, even when I had no business lusting after him, but now…there were no words to describe what I felt when I looked at him. Sexy was too weak. It was as if the definitions of power, masculinity, and sexuality had all combined and stepped out of the dictionary. A feast for my eyes only. Titus’s physical strength was only complemented by his kind and empathetic heart.

With sluggish movements, I pushed myself up to lean on my arms and watched him strip off the rest of his clothes until he stood naked in front of me.

“I have a confession,” I blurted.

“Oh?”

With eyes trained on his cock, I licked my lips. It had seemed large when I watched him before, but now up close, it was massive.

“I watched you in the shower. It was just once, but you were…”

“I was what,” he asked, his voice gruff like sandpaper.

“You were jerking off,” I said, biting my lip as he wrapped his hand around his cock and ran it slowly, torturously so, up and down. Every time he reached the tip, a droplet of clear liquid formed and slid over the head.

“That was naughty, Little Bird.” I nodded in agreement, but I would’ve agreed to anything he said right now. “Did you enjoy the show?” I nodded again.

Reaching out, he tipped my chin up, but I could still see him stroking himself, and the rosy glow of my climax had been replaced with an aching need deep inside my body.

“Did you touch yourself as you watched?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a touch of shame for the intrusion, but Titus’s eyes darkened with lust rather than anger.

“Did you come?”