Page 38 of Faun Over Me

She slid a second finger in, bringing her palm flush with Cricket’s clit, and with the nails of her other hand, she lightly scraped them down the rim of her ear.

The faun jolted, tensed, and came with a bleating cry. She grabbed Avery’s arms, half holding her hand where it was, half pushing her away, crying, “Gods, Gods, oak and fucking ivy.”

Quiet whimpers followed. Her legs fell away, and her body went utterly liquid, seeping into the mattress as Cricket gazed at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.

“Oak and Ivy, Aves.”

“You said that already.” She grinned and slid her fingers away, wiping them on her discarded skirt.

Cricket stroked one of Avery’s thighs, squirming against the pillows to better address Avery. “Where in the hells did you learn to do that?”

“I played softball.” She winked and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You do the math.”

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” She grabbed Avery’s other thigh and squeezed both, gaze dropping to her breasts still on display. In an instant, the languid, sated Cricket was gone. Mischief glinted in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth kicked up. “My turn.”

She slipped her hands around and under Avery’s legs. Before she could react, Cricket flipped her onto her back and hooked her legs over her shoulders. The ease with which she hoisted Avery and tossed her onto her back sent her mind reeling. For all the submissiveness, for all the power Avery had felt in making Cricket melt beneath her hands, at any moment, she could have turned the tables. Could have pinned Avery to the mattress and taken the lead. But she didn’t, giving that space to Avery, who had taken it and run headlong into a borrowed confidence.

The realization was glorious. It was freeing, unfettering the bonds Avery had fought against from the day she realized she wasn’t watching Xena: Warrior Princess for the fun mythology. She could have this; she could do this. She was with someone like her—no, not just someone.

Cricket.

Cricket, who let Avery lead when she could easily take the reins. Cricket, who melted beneath her fingers just as easily as she tossed Avery onto the bed. Cricket, with Avery’s legs on her shoulders, Avery’s rear against her chest, and Avery’s pussy …

“Oh, Aves,” Cricket sighed, closing her eyes and inhaling. “You smell so dang good.”

She inhaled again, chest rising beneath Avery’s backside, and exhaled with a warm sigh that fizzed straight from cunt to crown.

“Oh, oh my …” Fire blazed in her core as Cricket nuzzled and nipped the lycra, teasing Avery’s clit through her shorts.

“Strawberries, cream, and salt, fuck.” Cricket tugged the waistband of her shorts. Cool air kissed Avery’s backside, raising goosebumps on her arms and belly. “I have to taste you Aves, please.” One leg was bent, and Cricket’s dextrous fingers slid the shorts and her panties away, leaving them dangling from a calf. “Please, sweet girl, say I can taste you.” She hoisted Avery’s knee back to her shoulder, kissing her calf, the inside of her thigh. “I need you on my tongue, you smell so fucking good.”

“Yes,” Avery breathed, arching her back and bringing her pussy closer to Cricket’s mouth. She reached for the faun, wanting to tease those lovely ears, play with her breasts, touch her, hold her, weld their bones together. “Yes, Cricket.”

“I love when you say my name like that.” Teeth nipped her inner thigh, the ticklish pain mixing with the ache in her core. Avery squealed, shivering in pleasure as that broad flat tongue swept her center.

Cricket rumbled, tightening her grip on Avery’s thighs and driving her tongue deep. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. Deep and penetrating, warm and writhing.

“Oh, gosh.” The moist tip of Cricket’s nose rubbed her clit; lips teased her folds and that tongue. Avery’s belly flipped, and heat shot through her extremities, building as a pressure in her chest and her throat, finally escaping as a deep moan. The sound urged Cricket on. Her pace quickened, and tingles built in Avery’s fingers and toes. Her breaths came in quick, tiny pants she couldn’t control, and her hips had a mind of their own. Rocking and thrusting as if she could bury Cricket deeper in her pussy.

Distantly, she was aware of the call for lights out echoing through the camp. Distantly, a howl broke from deep in the woods. But there was only this room, only this bed. Only this faun.

Only Cricket.

She withdrew her tongue to suck on Avery’s clit, wringing a tight mewl from her lips before driving deep once more. Licking and rolling, sucking and nibbling and humming. The buzz shot into her core, white spots danced in the corners of her eyes, and Avery was beyond words. Mindless in a sea of sensations too big for her body.

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. She was nothing but pure pleasure riding along the edge of a towering peak. Her hands shot into Cricket’s hair, fumbling at her ears as the faun rocked against her. A hand cupped Avery’s breast, the other disappearing between her legs and—

“Oh!” Avery’s eyes flew wide as a finger joined Cricket’s tongue. And another. Two of those gloriously long fingers crooked and stroked, masterfully scoring a place she could barely reach. “Oh my …”

Her vision blurred, whiting out at the edges. Her bones felt like they were ready to shatter, her body wound so tight, so tight that there would be no surviving the mounting pressure if she didn't release. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t—

Cricket hummed again, her fingers crooking just so, and Avery shattered. Her back bowed, eyes flying wide as she screamed, “Oh, my God!”

Wave after wave of utterly divine pleasure lapped at her body, her pussy clenching and releasing around Cricket’s fingers and tongue as the faun lapped through her release. A low growl rumbled in Cricket’s throat, her ears shooting straight, and when Avery finally relaxed, liquid and sated with her legs wrapped around Cricket’s face, the faun hummed.

“Gods.” Her praise was a warm, humid exhale. She circled Avery’s ankle, easing one leg down and stretching her hands across her soft belly. “Oak and ivy, Aves, you’re amazing.”

“Me?” She huffed, unable to fully catch her breath. “That was incredible.”

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