Page 9 of Whispers on the Mountain

"Ohmygod, that really does feel good."

Zephyr's hands tangle into my hair, her short nails scraping the back of my neck as she moves in my hands to give me more of her.

I'm so fucking lost in her that I miss any nuance there is to be found in her sweet cries. I only need her next climax and I need it on my tongue. This time, I need to be the reason her thighs are spread wide and when her body begins to shake and her cries become shouts, I have to be the only one bringing her such pleasure.

When her body has stilled, I continue kissing and lapping against every part of her that still carried the flavor of her orgasm.

My dick is hard again and begging for its turn with her.

Reminding myself-- and my cock-- that I am not an overeager school boy with no self-control, I reluctantly take my mouth off Zephyr's thigh. Leaning back, I take her hand and help her to sit up before carefully moving her skirt back down to cover the temptation in front of me.

I'm determine to let her rest but she's off the table and in my lap.

Her lips come to mine with a near violent force, her hands at the sides of my head with her thumbs brushing the stubble on my cheeks.

I've never had a woman kiss me like this. Fiore leaves me breathless, with her hot little pussy finding my length and moving against it insistently.

In this moment, rational thought is a myth. I think I would grant this wildflower anything she asks of me.

"Augustus," she purrs, even as I continue to nibble at her sweet lips, "I want you to be my first."

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ZEPHYR

Augustus freezes, pulling away to give me a confused look. The way his brows draw together and his jaw clenches, makes him look like I hurt his feelings.

Then another soft string of foreign words gets muttered and suddenly I'm standing on the floor again while Augustus fixes himself back into his clothes. Including putting his shirt and his belt back on.

"What happened?" I wonder aloud, half in general and half actually asking.

"Fiore mio." Augustus shakes his head, his eyes on the ceiling. "We've had fun today but it's getting late. You should go home and plant your flowers."

Five seconds ago, this man was touching me like he owned me and I was super into that, so what the hell just happened?

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, fiore, you definitely did not do anything wrong." Augustus hands me the basket of plants as he herds me out the front door. "It's obvious that there are years between us, but if I'd known you lacked experience, I'd have behaved myself better."

My car is parked at the bottom of the hill, down by the lake shore. Augustus walks beside me the whole way, his hand resting lightly between my shoulder blades as if I'm his-- despite his obvious rejection that has me frustrated, confused, and increasingly pissed off.

"So, for the record," I whirl to eye him after setting the basket in the back of my Jeep, "is this a 'no?' or is this more like you want to wait till the third date sort of thing?"

This time he mouths the curses so quietly I don't even catch the words. I'm really going to have to study some Italian curse words if he's going to keep muttering like this.

"This is a no, fiore," he finally tells me. "I am not the man you want in your memories that way."

Well, he's wrong about that. He's the man that was seared into my memory the moment I first saw him, and today has already guaranteed I won't be forgetting him pretty much ever. The memory I don't want of him is this one-- where he sends me home without satisfying the need that he only managed to make worse.

"What if I come back?"

Augustus inhales deeply, like he's gathering his courage, but he doesn't step away from me when I stand close to him,

"No means no, fiore."

His lips curve in a smirk but his voice lacks conviction.

"Yeah, but you don't sound like you're not consenting so much as like you're telling me I can't have seconds on dessert."

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