Page 30 of Faun Over Me

“What else was I doing, Avery.” She drew a lazy circle around her clit, and again, just off center. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want …”

“Mmhmm.” Cricket hummed into her breastbone, cradling her pussy, the palm of her hand applying gentle pressure. “What do you want?”

“Your fingers,” she rushed out, eyes clenched tight.

“Doing what?” She snagged a nipple between her teeth, pinching lightly and flicking the tip with her tongue. “I’ll do whatever you want, Avery, whatever you need, but you have to tell me what you—”

“Inside me.” Those strong fingers worked Cricket’s ears the way they danced over the keyboard, playing a tune that had the faun wound tighter than a guitar string. Her control slipped, and she cursed, burying her face in breasts and her finger in Avery.

Slick heat met her touch. Heat and tight, smooth walls. She was struck momentarily dumb at how similar this all was. For all her bravado, Cricket had never been with a human girl, but Gods, it was all the same: silken heat, smooth walls, and soft, fleshy bits begging to be touched and licked.

One of Avery’s hands dropped away from her ears, gripping her shoulder, her arm. She rocked into her hold, whimpers becoming higher and tighter as Cricket crooked her finger, scoring against a place within the human that her tensing and shivering at once. The grip on her arm released, light touches fluttered along Cricket’s side, and then Avery cupped her breast, thumb working the nipple through the paper-thin fabric of her bandeau.

A zing of pleasure tingled through Cricket, and the heat in her belly boiled over. She popped off of Avery’s breast to catch her breath, and the human surprised her again—catching her mouth in a frantic, hungry kiss. She swept her tongue deep, groaning into Cricket’s mouth before snagging her lower lip and tugging.

The throbbing in her pussy bordered on painful. She could barely keep focused, could barely remember to keep working her fingers as Avery rode her hand, body twitching and tightening beneath her. She was close; she had to be close because Cricket was about to combust. She’d be useless to do anything but sleep once she tipped over, Gods, from her ears and a breast alone.

“More,” Avery groaned, rolling her hips in a circular motion. “I need more of you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She added a second finger, slowing her movements to let Avery adjust to the feel. She exhaled, eyes finally meeting Cricket’s, and nodded. At the first crook, Avery sighed, her walls clenching around Cricket’s fingers. “Gods, you feel incredible.”

“So do you,” she murmured. Her hand trailed down Cricket’s front, and she caught a devious flash in her expression before Avery splayed her fingers, catching each of Cricket’s nipples on the way down. Her pussy clenched, that quick, teasing touch shooting Cricket straight to the edge.

“Avery!”

“You like that?” One hand on her ear, the other plucking, and pinching, rolling nubs between her fingers as she rocked on Cricket’s hand.

“Oak and ivy, you’re—this is—” She could hardly get the words out, much less form a coherent thought. Her belly flipped, core tightening as her body was played by a fucking master. When had the tables turned? Where had this girl, this human learned how to do this?

Cricket dropped her head, no longer able to focus on anything but the sensation riddling her body. Through some miracle, she managed to keep working Avery, her fingers following each twitch and roll of her hips. She was reduced to a pet, following Avery’s lead and needing only to bring her pleasure.

That thought, the awareness it brought, had Cricket pressing her palm harder against her clit, scissoring her fingers until those walls clenched tighter and tighter. Until Avery’s body tensed, her hands faltering in their movements.

“Let go, sweet girl,” Cricket damn near begged, hitching her arm and beckoning with both fingers against that sweet, decadent spot she’d found.

Avery hollered, her body went rigid, and a gush of wetness filled Cricket’s palm as she exhaled. She stroked her through her orgasm, reveling in every quake and tremble. Frantic kisses were laid on her throat and shoulders, and two shaking hands grasped her ears, milking the tips until Cricket could no longer hold back the tide.

Stars burst in her eyes, and she slammed a hand against the wall to keep from collapsing on Avery, bleating her pleasure as wave after wave coursed from her ears and her nipples down into her throbbing pussy.

It wasn’t enough, Gods, oak, and ivy; it wasn’t anywhere near enough. Her strength gave away, and she melted against Avery, pressing her into the wall. She clung to Cricket in turn, panting and gasping until her breathing steadied. She kissed Cricket’s cheek, brushed curls away from her ear, and whispered, “That was better than I imagined.”

14

Avery

“You didn’t have to walk me back.” Avery tightened her arm around Cricket’s waist, the pair leaning on each other to limp to her cabin. Once the adrenaline had left her body, and she’d come down from Cricket’s mind-blowing fingers, her leg had begun to sting. Blood from the scratch was sticky against her calf, and her sock squelched with every step.

“Are you kidding?” Cricket shot her a look. “You were just chased by a Gods-know-what. Of course, I’m not letting you walk home alone.”

“But then you’ll have to walk all the way back to Director Murray’s cabin,” she argued. “Alone.”

“I grew up in these woods, Avery.” Though her tone was dry, Avery loved how the faun almost swallowed her name. Her voice dropped low, and a husk entered the rasp as though she savored the taste. The sound of it was sensual and suggestive, bringing heat to Avery’s cheeks.

Cricket slowed their walk, glancing at Avery with an indecipherable expression.

“What?”

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