Page 39 of Drawn into Oblivion

“Who do you think of, sweet Mai?” He drew her knees up, and she dared to look at him as he stroked his hands up her thighs.

“You,” she admitted. “I think of you.”

Elated, Rosuke couldn’t help a grin as he wrapped his hands around her knees. And as he’d hoped, she was too busy with her breasts to hide her pretty blush. “Has it helped, thinking of me?”

“Rosuke,” she whimpered, impatiently sawing her thighs together. “I h-haven’t had time, but whenever my mind wanders to you…”

“I think of you too.” He swept her body with his gaze. “Only you. You’ve been my fantasy for longer than you’d want me to admit.”

“Give me…s-something new to think of,” she said, writhing. “For when I’m alone.”

Heat speared his loins, nearly snapping the connection to his brain. He wrenched her knees open without thinking, spreading them wide—perhaps more than necessary. She gasped but didn’t move. His heart hammered as he stared at her core, and he couldn’t look away, not even to check in with her, while he stretched his legs out behind him.

He had to taste her. Sink his finger inside her, maybe two, if he was gentle. He had to be gentle, yes. Her orgasm would be so much sweeter, literally, if he got her there nice and slow. Longer and wetter, and easier to reach again and again while she clamped her silky thighs around his face.

“Divine One have mercy, you’re really going to.”

Rosuke glanced up at her over the womanly planes of her body. She stared at him with her hands pressed to her rosy cheeks, having forgotten in her shyness the mandate he’d given her. He hooked his arm around her thigh, fingers splayed as he passed his hand over her hip and abdomen. She trembled slightly. He watched her as he parted her labia, and a sweet aroma wafted up that made his mouth water. She closed her hands into fists, bit her lip, and gulped in air. Not breaking eye contact, he dipped his head.

He nearly shut his eyes in bliss but managed to glimpse the flash of surprise that tweaked her brow. By the gods, she was wet with the most tongue-melting honey he’d ever had. She had tasted wonderful before, but now she was divine—literally. Her clit was slick and swollen, her flesh puffy with arousal, and her fragrance filled his nostrils as he wrapped his lips around the most sensitive part of her.

A groan of satisfaction rumbled his chest, and he tightened his hold on her as her tense, embarrassed expression softened. Her arms relaxed, and her gaze slid away into pleasure.

Mai breathlessly moaned his name as she resumed teasing the sensitive tips of her breasts. His fingers had felt amazing, but his mouth, tongue, and warm breath were shockingly pleasurable. A buttery-soft touch that pulled instead of pushed, filling her with waves of heat rather than bolts of lightning.

Her head lolled against the cushion as he spent several long moments gently sucking, flicking, and tonguing her clit. Her lower half felt heavy and loose and saturated with tingling heat that only mounted higher and higher.

“P-please, Rosuke. I want—” Oh, but she didn’t even know what she wanted! Her legs were shaking, and she couldn’t tell whether she wanted to pull her knees back or clamp her thighs against his head. She did know she sought something more than his mouth and the pleasure it gave her, for she couldn’t help tilting her hips open in invitation.

Rosuke knew what she was asking for. But he had to make her wait a while longer—make their interlude last. He stoked her with light swipes of his tongue, content to savor her taste for as long as she’d let him. He let her slide away from her peak before molding his lips around her clit to build her up again. He flicked it with just the right speed and pressure—not too fast, not sucking too hard.

She cried out, and her abdomen clenched beneath his forearm. He listened to her gasping pants. She tried to push for more and lift her hips, but he held her firmly in place, and only when her thigh against his ear spasmed did he pull back. She went slack and her breaths slowed. He gave her a moment with sane reality and languidly explored her flesh with his lips and tongue. Then he built her up again.

Moaning, Mai reached for her torturer. His hair slipped like silk over her clutching fingers as she held his head against her, seeking a way out of the sweet agony with which he’d paralyzed her. He was consuming her as if she were a succulent dish, making obscene, wet noises with his mouth while humming and groaning, and his audible enjoyment only added to the pleasurable torment.

But then he lifted his head, and she was forced to let go of his hair in favor of her equally silky dress. Her legs sagged open as she caught her breath, and tears of need clung to her lashes. She looked at him from under heavy eyelids and swallowed at the sight of his wet lips.

His gaze was still centered on what he’d been eating. “Try to stay relaxed,” he said throatily. “I’ll be gentle.”

Rosuke dipped the tip of his finger inside her. She gasped and twitched, and though he knew he should watch her face for any signs of discomfort, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his finger slowly disappearing into her body, its width gently stretching her hymen. The walls of her vagina flexed as she whimpered, and though he wanted nothing more than to reassure her, he found he couldn’t speak.

He began thrusting his finger, and when he was satisfied with the small sounds she was making, he went back to tonguing her clit.

“D-Divine One have mercy,” she cried out.

“Name’s Rosuke,” he muttered against her flesh, but she didn’t seem to hear him.

He resumed building her up, and gradually thrust deeper until she was digging her heels into his sides. Then he lifted his head and licked his lips. While Mai caught her breath, he pushed his finger as far as he dared and eased her wider. He hadn’t planned on what he was about to do, but he couldn’t finish her without giving her taste of what she wanted.

“Oh,” she slowly sighed as he eased another finger inside her, filling her up to his second knuckle. She became tight then, and he returned to her clit once more as he drew his fingers back.

Mai’s head was swimming. The pressure of his fingers was nothing compared to the suction of his mouth and the grasping, mysterious need to be filled. What would his erection feel like, she wondered, buried to the hilt inside her? The thought scared her a little, for she’d heard about pain and some blood the first time, but as his fingers sank into her again, she began to understand why desire might overpower such reservations.

In fact, a thrilled part of her whispered an answer to her question: it would feel so good and so natural she’d never be the same again.

He squeezed the full length of his fingers inside her. It didn’t hurt, but the sensation was so novel and so satisfying she couldn’t help holding her breath. He leaned his hand into her, giving her small but deep strokes.

“It’d be like this, sweet girl,” he rumbled. “But even better. Longer and thicker.”