Page 29 of Faun Over Me

“Avery.” She caught her lobe in her teeth, tugging as she applied pressure with her leg. Avery’s hips twitched, seeking more friction, more pressure, and she bit off a moan. Her hands danced down Cricket’s back to her rear, stopping just shy of groping her outright.

“I don’t know what to do.” Her admission was breathless, her body begging for more even while she held Cricket at bay with those words.

“You’ve never done this before?”

“Not with a … um …” Avery ducked her head, but her blush of embarrassment blazed against Cricket’s hands. She bit her lower lip to keep from grinning outright, rocking into Avery until the hands at her rear gripped tight, keeping Cricket’s leg right where it was.

She skated her palm up Avery’s side, fingertips skimming the underswell of her breast. Again, Avery arched into her touch, eyes drifting closed as her head dropped back against the wall.

“How do I … ?” she panted.

“Ears.”

Avery hummed, a satisfied, proud sound, like Cricket had just confirmed a suspicion. And then her eyes flew wide. “Oh my gosh, I touched your ears.”

“You didn’t know.”

“But still.”

“It’s fine,” Cricket chuckled. Gods, this human was adorable.

“It’s not fine, I touched your ears, and they’re … they’re …”

“Erogenous?” Cricket pulled her head back, wishing there was more light so she could watch the lovely crawl of a blush over Avery’s cheeks. Instead, she cupped her cheek, grinning at the rising warmth. “When you touch my ears like you did the other night …” She trailed the tips of her fingers along Avery’s cheek and her jaw, drawing a feather-light line down her throat. Her chest rose and fell at the touch, her breasts too tempting to ignore. She swept a line across the top of her bra, eyes flicking up to find Avery’s stare intent on her. Watching Cricket as she teased and provoked. At the slightest, almost imperceptible nod, Cricket cupped her breast, thumb poised. “... it feels like this.”

She brushed her thumb across Avery’s nipple, and the girl nearly flew from the wall, pressing into Cricket’s hand. Her lips parted on a tiny little whimper, and Cricket drank up the response, leaning in to taste the next sound that escaped. And the next. Avery opened for her, greedily kissing Cricket as her hips rocked against her leg, encouraging the faun to do more.

She dropped her hand away, murmuring, “Don’t worry,” against Avery’s mouth before slipping both under her shirt, cupping her breasts, and groaning at the soft heft. She marveled at how they filled her palm, supple flesh spilling from her over-long fingers. Rolling the bud of each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers, Cricket whispered, “Is this alright?”

“Yes, oh … oh my, yes,” Avery gasped. Her voice dropped in tone, an unfamiliar husk entering the words that spurned Cricket on. She ducked her head, taking a nipple—cotton shirt, bra, and all—into her mouth and sucking. Avery cried out, a hand flying to the back of Cricket’s head. Fingers tugged at her curls, nails scaled her scalp, and then, finally, she found her ears. “Like that, Cricket, oh my …”

Her knuckles ran the length of Cricket’s ear, ruffling the down in the opposite direction and sending a warble of heat straight down Cricket’s spine. She moaned, plunging her tongue into Avery’s mouth. Rolling a nipple between her fingers, she relished the soft skin under her palm, traveling her hand lower. She cupped Avery’s buttock, gripped her thigh, and teased the expanse of skin revealed by the tear in her skirt.

“And this?” She asked, fingers slipping under her leg.

“Yes.” Avery’s grip tightened. She raised herself, allowing just enough room between Cricket’s thigh and her center. Gods, the initiative on this human.

Cricket bit back a smile, nuzzling into Avery’s neck as she teased the seam of her underwear. “And … this?”

“I thought of you.” Her words were breathless, her hands steady as she stroked both ears, sending molten heat into Cricket’s loins. “The last time I touched myself.”

“Oak and ivy.” She licked a bold line up Avery’s throat. Gods, she needed more, needed nails scraping the soft down, needed Avery to massage the tips and stroke. Needed her out of the odd skirts and baggy shirts. Needed to see this soft, luscious body laid out in the grass to be explored.

“Fuck it.” Cricket wrenched Avery’s shirt up and away, still teasing her through her panties. She buried her face in the soft mounds of her breasts and inhaled the scent of her—sweat and salt, floral soap and tropical-sweet sunscreen, and good Gods it was maddening. She tugged the cup of her bra away, flicking her tongue over a rock-hard nipple. Avery writhed, panting and whimpering, her hips rocking with voracious need.

“Please,” she begged. “Cricket, please.”

She switched to the other breast, the human now bared to the moonlight, her skin painted a lovely blue, nipples hard and tempting. “Gods, look at you.”

“Cricket.” Nails scoured the length of her ears, and she whimpered a bleat, pure desire pooling in her hips. But Avery wasn’t done—she kneaded the tips like a Gods-damned pro, sending ripple after ripple of pleasure coursing through Cricket’s body. Her good leg began to tremble, the throbbing at her center becoming unbearable. She worked her fingers beneath Avery’s panties, eyes rolling back at the heat and the wetness of arousal that met her touch. She parted damp flesh, wetting her finger before circling her clit.

“When you thought of me,” she whispered, her voice raspier and lower than she’d ever heard it, “was I doing this?”

“Yes,” Avery panted. Another sweep, another circle.

“And what else?”

“I can’t—” Her head thudded against the side of the building. “It’s not—”

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