Page 66 of Faun Over Me

“Anywhere, sweet girl.” Her hips twitched, bucking against Avery as if they could demand her fingers.

Avery laughed a throaty chuckle and worked her leg between Cricket’s thighs. Hot breath teased Cricket’s ear, and she moaned, bending her knees to grind against Avery’s thigh as she continued groping and stroking her ears, pinching the tips and rolling them between the pads of her thumbs. It was mind-melting and maddening and everything and nothing. Cricket needed more. She needed those fingers inside her, needed Avery’s mouth on her throat, her nipples, her navel her—

“What do you need, baby?”

“You,” Cricket panted, rolling against Avery as she chased release. Her body flashed hot, each breath coming in tiny tight pants. How the fuck did she do this to her so easily? A wink and a smile, the feel of her soft skin, and Cricket was drooling like a satyr at the Bacchanal.

“Where?” Avery pulled her face away, head thudding lightly against the tree trunk. Her eyes searched Cricket’s face. She drew a line with the edge of her fingernail down the side of one ear. “Here?” Cricket’s heart skipped a beat and Avery continued the path down to her temple. “Or here?” That lovely mouth pursed, and mischief sparked in her eyes. “Certainly not here.” She traced Cricket’s mouth and slipped her finger inside, wetting the tip.

Cricket’s eyelids fluttered closed, as did her lips. She sucked on Avery’s finger, thankful for the reprieve and furious all the same. She’d been so close, and Avery—Gods-blessed Avery—had known and chosen to tease instead of please.

Cricket wasn’t sure if she loved her or hated her for it.

So she swirled her tongue around Avery’s finger, watching that mischief deepen into desire. Her lips parted, and over the thrumming of her heartbeat, Cricket caught the tiniest, most innocent little “Oh.”

An innocence that was far too quick in passing.

Avery’s brows lowered, and her mouth curled wickedly. “I see.”

“Hm?” Cricket cocked her head, lips pursed around Avery’s finger.

She withdrew, eyes flicking low, and before Cricket could decipher that look, Avery pulled her hand away, cupped Cricket’s pussy, and pressed her palm against her clit. “Somewhere wet, then.”

“Oak and ivy.” Cricket slammed her hand against the tree trunk as her knees buckled to keep from falling. The calm she had managed vanished beneath a wave of pleasure, and instantly she was panting and fighting off a rising bleat in her throat. “A-Avery.”

“Cricket.” She lowered herself to the ground, bringing Cricket with her.

Or maybe she chased her down, refusing to let that delicious touch leave her center. Not that it mattered who led whom, but if it did, Cricket was all too happy to admit she was currently being led along by her nose.

Or her pussy.

Whatever.

“Can we try something?” Avery asked as Cricket settled on her lap. Those strong, steady fingers curled against her center, palm pressing and releasing in a slow tempo—enough to have Cricket panting but not enough to send her over the edge.

“Anything,” she said, barely able to catch enough breath to do so. Avery hummed her pleasure, squeezing Cricket’s hip as she wriggled lower. Hooking two fingers in the waistband of Cricket’s bike shorts, Avery tugged them down.

“Help me?”

No faun ever kicked off lycra so quickly. The shorts landed with an unceremonious whump somewhere behind her, and a half-second later, Avery gripped Cricket’s thighs with both hands and kissed her navel.

“I’ve never—”

“It’s alright,” Cricket promised. And GODS, was it alright. It was damn near celebrated.

“Not never,” Avery amended. Her words hummed into Cricket’s lower abdomen, joining the curdling pleasure deep in her core. Her legs were already trembling, caught up in a whirlwind of anticipation and need. “Just not with an inhuman.”

“S’not so different.” She cupped the back of Avery’s head, pressing gently to get her to look up. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She squeezed Cricket’s thigh in emphasis. “I really, really want to.”

“Oak and ivy, Aves.” If the angle had allowed, Cricket would have kissed the human girl senseless.

“Guide me?”

All Cricket could manage was a nod and then a breathy moan as Avery pressed a warm, wet kiss to her pussy. And again, following the line of her lips and lingering at the peak. Almost shyly, her tongue darted out, catching on Cricket’s clit. A flash of pleasure and surprise shot her eyes wide. She dropped her head back, fingers still tangled in Avery’s hair. Encouraged by the response, Avery flicked her tongue out again, stroking her in a steady, maddening tempo.

“Aves,” Cricket moaned, her hips twitching in time to each pulse of sensation shivering up from her center. “Fuck, you don’t need any guidance.”

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