Page 58 of Folds
I smirk and her nostrils flare. She opens her mouth, probably to scold me, and I press on her clit. A yelp leaves her instead of demands. She squirms as I caress her wet folds, skimming along the edges of her core.
“Bastard,” she breathes.
I capture her nipple in my mouth once more, then plunge two fingers between her folds. Slowly, I stroke her as she mumbles my new pet name over and over. Her pussy spasms against my hand and I pull it away. Her anguished cry has me grinning as I lick her desire from my skin.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I drop my mouth to her jaw. “You taste like the sea, little nymph. Did you know that?”
She thrashes in response, and I catch her wrist before she can dive between her legs to finish the job. If we only have one night, I want to experience everything I can with her. I want her taste to linger on my tongue, my cock to remember the imprint of her pussy clenching around me, and her scent buried so deep within my psyche I’ll remember it years from now. I want her begging and pleading for me.
She fights against my hold and glares at me. “Fuck me. Now.”
“Ah, ah, ah. I haven’t gotten my fill yet.”
“If you don’t fill me, I’ll?—”
“What? Take care of it yourself? I don’t think so. Hands above your head, nymph, and let me play.”
Hesitantly, she lifts her arms above her head and grabs the iron posts of the bedframe. I grin, then slide off the bed to my knees. The ruffles obscure her view as I flip up the folds of her dress. As much as I’d like to watch her while I savor her, I like the idea of her not knowing.
She jolts when I nip at her inner thigh. More shimmering tattoos glitter in the soft light, and I add my own mark to the tapestry of her skin. She moans, the needy noise echoing aroundus. I’m suddenly thankful we’re at the end of the hall. I’d rather hoard the sound of her desire for myself.
I lick along the outside of her pussy, ignoring the glistening folds. Soon she’ll cave. Soon she’ll beg for my fingers, my tongue, my cock. She’ll beg for the pleasure only I can give her.
“Loch,” she whines, and I groan at my name on her lips.
“Yes?”
“Please.”
I reward her with a flick of my tongue against her clit, then growl, “Please what?”
“Give me what I need,” she snaps.
I hum, contemplating whether I want to tease her some more. This night is turning out better than I had hoped. She’s exactly what I needed to sate the beast inside of me. I lift my head and find her eyes, pleading with me to end her torment.
“How could I deny such a delicious request?”
I plunge my tongue in her core, then lick between her folds to her clit. Swirling around the small bud, I bask in the trembling of her body, knowing I’m to blame. Her desire drips from her folds, and I lap at her. She’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. Sweet, yet salty—familiar, yet foreign. I’d happily spend the rest of my night right here, my face buried in her folds.
Except my cock is straining against the fabric and the need to be inside her overrides everything else. I shuck off my pants, then my shirt, and she bites her lip. Her gaze rakes down my body, taking in every dip and each tattoo. My knee hits the bed and her heels slide against the sheets as she scrambles back until she hits the headboard. Her bottom lip slips between her teeth as anticipation shines in her eyes.
I crawl toward her and curl my hands around the iron railings on either side of her head. Her knees fall open and I lick the lingering taste of her from my bottom lip. She raises an eyebrow—a challenge, a demand. I swear my heart skips a beat. I grab her waist and flip us around. She yelps as I land on my back and settle her on topof me.
“I’d savor you again, nymph, but I’m afraid I’ll become addicted,” I murmur andtuck my hands behind my head, then nod to my waist.
Her nails dig into my chest as she pouts. “You poor thing. So enamored after one small taste.”
My nostrils flare as she grinds against my length. “Enamored with your essence, your folds, your tits.”
My gaze traces her form until it reaches her pussy. When our eyes meet, a wicked little grin pulls at her lips and she lifts to her knees. She grips my cock and slips the tip between her folds. When she sinks down, she takes all my length at once. A deep groan rumbles through the room and I realize it came from me. Her head tips back as she envelops me with her heat.
I wanted to let her take the lead since she’s been such a brat. Except I can’t keep my hands off her. My fingers dig into her hips, and I plunge into her until she clenches around my cock. I flip us over and press her into the mattress. Devouring her mouth, I surge into her, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Her back arches as her pussy spasms, a cry of ecstasy on her lips.
She scrapes her nails down my chest, leaving raised marks behind. I have the irrational urge to etch them into my skin for all eternity. I focus on her unraveling in my arms instead. Hunger consumes me and I groan, burying my face in her neck. I sink my teeth into her skin as euphoria enfolds me in its embrace. She writhes in my grasp as she clenches around my cock once more.
My limbs tremble as I keep myself from collapsing on her. If I want more tonight, it wouldn’t be a good idea to suffocate her. I roll to the side and splay out next to her, our heavy breaths filling the room.
I roll my head to the side. “You going to tell me your name now?”
