Page 153 of Ex Somnis

“What are you doing?” she gasps out.

The black lace against her skin, her chest still rising too fast, and the way she’s watching me watch her like she doesn’t know what to do with this kind of attention. I drag one thumb along the inside of her thigh, not touching where she wants it yet, feeling her shiver under my hand.

“You’re unreal, you know that?” I say mostly to myself, palms smoothing over her thick, perfect thighs. “My turn.”

Leaning in, I press my mouth over the lace, licking a slow stripe up her center. She jolts, fingers tightening in my hair. Then I rub my tongue over her slit through the lace, pressing the material against her with every stroke. She rocks up into my mouth, chasing the friction. I suck gently, then harder, letting the lace drag over her clit while my hands hold her hips down.

“You taste even better than your muffins.” I groan against her.

“Nevan, oh God.”

I slide two fingers under the edge of the panties, teasing her entrance but not pushing inside, working the wet fabric against her while my mouth works her clit. The combination has her thighs trembling around my ears in minutes.

“Let me feel you come like this,” I murmur against her.

“I don’t think I…”

I pull the fabric to the side and suck her clit into my mouth.

And she comes hard.

Her back arches off the bed, a broken moan tearing out of her as she grinds against my mouth. I keep licking, savoring the taste of her with the pulse of her orgasm against my tongue until she’s shaking and whimpering my name.

Only then do I ease back, kissing her inner thighs softly while she catches her breath.

I’m not done with you yet.

I lie back on the bed beside her, then tug her up. “Come here.”

She straddles my hips, thighs trembling on either side of me. Her panties are ruined, soaked through from my spit, and the sight of her flushed and glowing on top of me is almost too much.

So damn perfect.

Her weight settles warm right over my cock, and she gasps softly at the contact. I sit up enough to tug her shirt over her head, and holy shit.

Her full breasts spill free, and they’re so goddamn beautiful it knocks the air out of me. Round, soft, with those perfect nipples already tight. More than a handful. Way more. And I have big hands, which are currently twitching with the need to touch.

I stare at them, completely gone. “Goddammit.”

She laughs, a little shy but warm. “What are you doing?”

I realize I’m pinching my nose shut, trying to breathe through it like an idiot, then drop my hand and grin, dazed. “This has to be a fucking dream, or I’ve gone straight to Heaven. Because fuck, Lemon…”

Her nose scrunches in that way that always wrecks me. “You like them?”

“I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything better in my life.”

She grabs my wrists gently and brings up my hands, placing them right on her breasts. The weight of them fills my palms, and I groan low in my throat. I squeeze gently at first, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. They pebble harder under my touch, and the view of my fingers digging into all that soft flesh makes my cock throb painfully against her.

“Beautiful,” I breathe out. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

She moans, hips rolling instinctively. When the soaked lace of her panties drags along my clothed cock, I hiss through my teeth, my head falling against the pillow.

“This is not gonna go anywhere good if you keep rubbing your perfect pussy on me like that.”

Before I can catch my breath, she reaches between us, hooks her fingers into my boxers, and tugs them down just enough that my cock springs free, flushed dark at the tip. Then she pulls her panties to the side and settles right on top of me.

She grinds again, but despite my efforts with my mouth, there’s friction and with it, her slight hesitation.