Page 71 of Sterling Touch
He moves to my other leg and repeats the massage. Knuckling my arch. Squeezing my foot. Tugging my toes. And then stroking up my leg.
Only he doesn’t stop at the back of my knee. With my knees bent, my dress falls to my lap, exposing more of my legs. When Cort glides up my inner thigh, my dress rides higher.
“And I’d like to see how sweet you are, honeybee.” With that, his eyes leap up to mine, watching me as his fingers tickle the inside of my leg. Willingly, I spread my thighs, and my dress collects in my lap.
“Lay back,” he softly commands, and I sweep my hair up the back of my head and lie down, resting the back of my neck on the armrest. I lift my hands above my head and hang onto the armrest behind me, stretching out my body.
“Fucking perfection, Bee.” He hisses, gazing up my body, like he’s watching a river weave through the hills. He slips his hands to my hips and drags my underwear off me in a torturous tease, taking his time to remove them before pushing my dress up to my belly so he can see me.
Cort shifts, spreading my legs wider and positioning himself between them. Staring down at where I’m wet and waiting for him, he licks his lips. “Gonna devour that honey-covered cunt.”
I gasp at the word, then lose my breath as his mouth meets my center and he swipes up my seam. I buck upward, chasing his tongue. Cort does not disappoint, quickly bringing his mouth against me and swirling his tongue around my clit.
“Oh God,” I cry out, unable to remember the last time someone did this to me. Not often. Not any time in the last fewyears. The sensation of his thick tongue parting folds and sweeping over sensitive skin is like no other.
My knees fall farther apart as Cort holds one thigh steady, keeping me spread wide for him. His tongue paints broad strokes over my most tender parts. His fingers join the mix, dipping into the wetness, spreading it around me, and slipping into me.
“Cort,” I call out, holding onto the armrest above my head, afraid to let go. Afraid to touch him for fear he’ll stop touching me.
“Pure honey gold,” he mutters, peppering me with soft pecks before diving in again with that tongue, taking his time to lick and suck and tease me.
“Dripping all over me,” he hums, pressing his fingers deep while continuing to devour me like he’s ravenous. “Sticky sweet.”
He laps up my seam again, catching on that triggering nub, focusing on where I need him most.
“Oh Cort. Right there. Don’t stop.” I whisper, afraid he will. Afraid I’ll lose the bliss he’s building, winding me up like a tight string, ready to unravel at any moment.
“Not gonna stop until you soak my face, honeybee. Until you’re dripping on my tongue and clenching on my fingers.” He slips two up my channel and presses on a spot no one has ever discovered.
“So close,” I whimper.
“Gonna get there.” It’s not a question but a fact. He’s not giving up until I’m finished. Until I’m wrung out.
Soon enough, I break. My legs clamp around his head and my back arches off the couch. I cry out as an orgasm like no other rips through me. My lower belly is a swarm, buzzing and fluttering, and zipping through me like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The rush continues, dipping and diving, like I’m ridingthe wind, until finally I settle, lowering my hips and releasing my knees from around his head.
With his fingers still inside me, softly stroking in and out, he presses his lips to my inner thigh before pulling his fingers free.
“Honey gold, like I thought.” His beard is damp. His eyes gleaming. He’s so damn proud of himself.
“It’s never been like that,” I admit, as he already knows I’ve struggled to find relief with a partner.
“I know, sweetness.” He kisses the top of my knee, keeping his eyes on me. “I know.”
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[Cort]
Iknow.
Because I’ve never felt anything like this either. This yearning to please her. This desire to take care of her. And it’s not just the sexual side of things, because I like feeding her and massaging her and dancing on the deck beneath the stars with her.
She’s flirty and funny and makes me feel so damn lighthearted. I hadn’t realized how heavy my heart was in my chest until Vale re-entered my life.
“Let me touch you,” she whispers, reminding us both of my apprehension. In the times we’ve been together, it’s been more me exploring Vale than the other way around. Even back at Ford’s camp, where Vale took me in her mouth, I didn’t allow her to touch me with her hands.
She sits upright, holding my eyes with hers. “Please.” Herplea asks for more. She wants me to trust her. Trust she isn’t going to turn on me, isn’t going to hurt me.
Slowly, I nod, falling back on the couch.
