Page 98 of Aftershock
The sight of my spit on her clit, how it drips down her pussy, it awakens the depraved desires in me.
But it’s not enough.
So I lower myself and flatten my tongue over her clit. A glance up at her face confirms she’s sound asleep.
She doesn’t so much as flinch the moment I start licking her. Up and down. Slow, slow,slow. Having her swell beneath me is such a turn-on. My hips grind, my precum dripping onto the sheets.
Being gentle becomes a challenge as I watch her nipples pull into tight peaks. When goosebumps prickle the smooth skin of her stomach.
Patience.
Once she’s wet enough, when I’m at the end of my rope, I sit up and line myself up with her pussy. The head of my cock pushes inside, forcing a low curse out of me.
Even wet with my spit, her pussy is tight.
My jaw clenches, teeth gnashing as I lean over her, clutching the sheets, crumpling them beneath my fingers.
She’s hot and soaking. She’s so beautiful it hurts.
Carefully, with a tilt of my hips, I slide deeper. Watching her stretch around my girth has me throbbing, thickening, leaking.
Another one of Lilith’s sleepy hums snaps my attention to her face.
Her eyes are pinched shut now. Breath quickening.
She’s waking up.
Without pulling out, I move up her body, planting my hands beside her head and leaning closer.
Her lips press together. Eyes shifting beneath her eyelids.
I cup one of her cheeks, using my thumb to caress her cheekbone.
My face is right there so she knows it’s me.
“Lilith.”
Her blue eyes fly open, her stunned gaze capturing mine. There’s fear in it, but it dies out as soon as recognition lights her face.
“I’m going to fuck you.” I’m hanging by a thread, one that’s about to snap from the sound of my name on her lips. “I’m already buried halfway in after licking your cunt and?—”
“Oh, God.” She flutters around me, her hands going to my hair. “Yes.”
“—spitting on her while you slept.”
“Do it again. In my mouth this time.”
My fucking pleasure.
I hook my thumb into her bottom lip, pull it down, and spit on her tongue, watching her swallow it. Her pussy squeezes me tighter, the delicious grip killing the last of my restraint.
A rough roll of my hips is all it takes to bury my cock inside her. Heat surges up my spine, the pleasure building as Lilith’s moans weave through the space.
But hearing her is nowhere near enough either. I ache to taste each rasp, each needy sound, to claim it with my mouth. While I pound her with everything I’m worth, I kiss her, being rough with my teeth, sucking on her plump bottom lip.
My hand wraps around her throat, grounding and controlling her while my hips work to bind us together.
Still. Not. Enough.
