Page 56 of Stay with Me


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Cedra

Her mental voice was killing me.

She whispered such dirty things into my mind that I could barely hold myself in check.

It was a close call. I’d denied myself this pleasure for so long that I wanted everything with Twyla to be perfect—just as I imagined when I lay awake at night, battered by fantasies of this woman.

I wanted her at fever pitch, crying out in pleasure and mewling into my mouth. I wanted so many things, but my hands shook as I spread her thighs apart for my tongue. It was as if her mental voice eliminated my ability to control even the most basic thought.

Fuck, so good.

When I finally let my tongue lave gently over her wet folds, I couldn’t tell if the exclamation in my head was hers or mine. The line had sort of blurred, and I felt a pull, an intermingling, a vanishing of the barrier between us.

The first true manifestation of our bond.

It shocked me so thoroughly that I paused my ministrations, causing Twyla to whine in protest.

I could feel it. The pleasure loop that crested between Mates.

Everything I was doing to her, I could feel in my core. My breasts. My tingling lips. Desire ran like a loop between us, and I couldn’t tell whose pleasure tasted sweeter.

I wanted more. I wanted all of it. I wanted to feel her fall apart and hear her moans and feel her quivers wreck my body.

She was so wet with her juices and my essence that my fingers slid in easily just as my tongue laved over her clit. A burst of pleasure shot through her body and she pulled on my scalp almost painfully.

I shuddered as I felt a similar pleasure in my core. Gods, this was too good. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought sex could feel like this.

We moved together, my fingers and tongue guiding her. Her hips rocked against my lips as they laved and suckled, drawing ragged moans and broken hiccups. Her fingers in my hair tugged and pulled, keeping my head exactly where she needed it.

And then I felt it, the first stirrings of her release. It coiled low in my belly, a little bundle of heat that grew into a tight ball of flames. Her hips thrust against my lips desperately seeking, and I coiled my fingers upwards against that little pad of nerves that was more prominent now.

She couldn’t breathe. I felt the exact moment she lost her breath, her back arched like a bow, teetering on the precipice of pleasure. I swiped the bundle of nerves again and she moaned long and low. My name.

The snap of pleasure in my own body surprised me so badly I almost lost my rhythm. My core pulsed, empty yet fulfilled, wetting my sleep pants thoroughly. I moaned around Twyla’s pussy, trying to contain the shudders that coursed through my body.

“Baby, what is that?” she asked, her voice filled with hoarse pleasure.

I wondered belatedly if she’d been loud. Her thighs had clasped my ears so hard that I hadn’t really been able to hear anything.

She’d fallen back on the bed in a puddle of sweat, her skin aglow. Her fingers lightly tugged on my scalp, asking without words to get on the bed.

So I did, moving her onto her side so that our bodies touched from head to toe.

“I felt something,” she said, toying with my shirt.

At the same time, her mental voice resounded in my head.

Feel so dirty. She still has all her clothes on and I’m totally naked.

I chuckled. “I didn’t get a chance to take anything off, ’mara.”

She hid her embarrassed red cheeks in the crook of my neck.

“This felt different,” she whispered against my skin. “I thought, for a moment, that I could feel you, feeling me, feeling you...it was weird but really good weird.”

I flicked sweat-soaked strands of her from her nape. “I felt it, too. It’s the stirrings of our bond creating a loop between us. Remember when I said I could catch some of your thoughts? It’s kind of the same thing, but you’re able to feel it now, too.”

“It’s so intense,” she breathed. “I could taste myself on my tongue. I could feel how wet you were just by giving me pleasure. It was like we were one person but with the capacity to feel pleasure for two. Does that make sense or am I just rambling?”

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