Page 54 of Folds
When focused sensation zeroes in on my clit, a shadow tongue lapping at me as the strokes filling my ass and pussy offset their rhythm, I’m helpless but to shatter into a million pieces. I come so hard I see stars. I’m vaguely aware of words spilling out of my mouth, Rowan’s name on my lips like a prayer, then begging him to come for me.
This time, I hear him curse as he shudders and follows me over the edge, filling my womb as he drives into me a few more times in short, shaky thrusts.
He stays seated inside of me as we both breathe heavily, just long enough for the world to stop spinning around me. When he withdraws his cock, it’s barely a second before his mouth finds my pussy, pressing his lips against me.
My legs are shaking, and I am becoming increasingly aware that I can’t hold this position for another second. I begin to slide my knees off the table, and with a quick motion, Rowan flips me over, guiding me onto my back and draping my legs over the blurred outline of an approximation of broad shoulders as he leans in and expertly goes after me with his tongue.
The lack of form turns me on more than I care to admit. Being serviced by the absence of light, his energy so commanding yet so absent in terms of absolutes, is unsettling in a way thatmakes my clit pulse. For all I know, he could be all tongues right now.
The one between my legs settles on a long vertical stroke to my clit, and I ride it as another works its way into me, unmistakably meant to stimulate another tongue, but far larger and longer than any human appendage could be. They work me in perfect tandem, winding me tighter and tighter until I’m coming again, relaxing into him totally. A hot, warm wave blooms throughout my whole body that leaves me trembling and softly cursing his name on my lips as I finish again, wringing every last bit of energy out of me. He kisses my inner thighs, and my body gives out.
Rowan’s strong hands grasp my hips and pull me forward so that I’m wrapped around him as he lowers us both to the cool stone floor, arranging me against him. He presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. Tasting the combination of our release on the nebulous form of his lips and tongue floods me with such a deep satisfaction that I can’t stop the world from slowly falling away.
“You can keep me,” I murmur softly. His chest rumbles in affirmation, but if he replies audibly, I don’t catch it. The pure feeling of contentedness and sheer endless possibilities has conspired to send me into a forced reboot.
Before I let my eyes flutter closed, I catch a glinting white bloom in the moonlight a few feet away.
“I love you too, Rowan.”
Nearly translucent, with a red hue. Grown in an indoor greenhouse, bathed in moonlight.
Queen of the Night.
