Page 15 of Starry Night Kisses

Eric ties me swiftly and expertly, looping the other end around the part where the top of the table meets the corner leg and securing it tightly enough that my upper body jerks sideways.

I’m spread over the table like his personal feast. He returns between my legs, eyes glued to my pussy that’s pulsing, begging to be touched, licked, fucked,anything.

“Please, Eric,” I beg, whimper, and whine all at once. “Touch me. Taste me. Take me. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”

Baby blues snap to my face as his eyes widen slightly. “Say it again.”

His hands feel rough as they slide up my thighs, parting my legs before he leans his elbows on the table on either side of my hips. My dress hitches allthe way up to my waist, the tightness of the fabric getting caught on my breasts as he tries to push it higher.

“I’m yours,” I pant, tugging at my restraints with the need to bury my fingers in his hair.

I can feel his hot breath at my entrance, his fingers curling into my ribs as we lock eyes just before he seals his lips over me. My head knocks back against the table, eyes screwing shut once more as my mouth falls open.

“Fuck,” I whisper to the ceiling.

Eric starts slow, gently running his tongue through my slick center to part me, before flicking his way to the tight bundle of nerves swelling at the apex of my thighs. He uses the tip to swirl around my clit, gently dragging it back down to dip inside me.

His moan vibrates into me. “Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking sweet.”

My toes curl as he maneuvers my legs over his shoulders before diving back in and yanking the top of my dress down, freeing my breasts. He pinches a nipple, rolling it between his fingers and tugging at the other while he licks and sucks me.

I flex my fingers, rotating my wrists to try to escape the ribbon because I want nothing more than to wrap my fingers in his hair and hold him to me while I ride his face. Eric seems to listen to every sound I make, abandoning teasing me in favor of going to town on my clit just how I like it.

“Just like that, don’t fucking stop. Don’t you darefucking stop,” I moan, undulating my hips against his face.

And he doesn’t.

Fuck me, he doesn’t.

Not when he pulls the first orgasm from me. Or the second.

It's only after stars are exploding behind my eyes, my legs convulsing around his neck while I turn my face into my arm, biting down as I scream through my third climax, that he finally pulls back.

“I could keep this up all night. You’re so fucking pretty when you’re coming all over my mouth, Evelyn.” Eric bends over me, kissing me lightly and letting me taste myself on his lips as he cradles my throat. “This will have to hold you over for now. As for your comment about coming second to a job, I put in for some time off starting next weekend. I have to go back to New York to wrap things up, but as soon as I get back, let's go on that hiking trip.”

No, don’t leave me again.

I want to say the words, but my brain is still foggy, and metaphorical stars are still sparkling at the edges of my vision. My eyebrows draw together in confusion as the post-orgasm bliss begins to wane.

Next weekend is Valentine’s Day.

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Out there, there will be absolutely no mistaking how good I make you feel, Evelyn. In the woods, you can scream as loud as you want.”

My pussy clenches, evidence of my multiple orgasms slipping from it and sliding in a wet traildown to my rear. Eric looks between my legs, his eyes darkening as he licks his lips like he’s thinking about going back for fourths.

His thumb strokes a rough patch down my neck. “And if someone tries to come to your rescue,” his gaze drifts to mine again, pure hunger etched into features, “they’ll never be able to find us.”

evie

Daphne collapses with a sigh onto the pink velvet chaise in the corner of Roselyn’s nursery. “I swear, that child only wants her father to hold her. She gives a whole new meaning to the termdaddy’s girl.”

The corner of my lip twitches as I finish outlining a rose on the wall. The dusty chalk coats my fingers, a tiny bit falling on the warm maple floor as I return it to its case. I wipe my hands on the wet paper towel I brought into the room and clean up the mess on the floor before spinning around in my cross-legged position to face her.

“Daphne, can I ask you a personal question?” I keep my eyes focused on the floor between us, absentmindedly running my fingers over the cream shag rug I’d pushed back from the wall when I got started earlier.

“Mmhmm,” she hums, eyes closed as she clutches a stuffed teddy bear. She looks seconds away fromfalling asleep, and I mull over whether to ask the question that’s been on my mind since I saw Eric holding Roselyn. As I grapple inwardly with the decision, she peeks an eye open and smiles as she teases, “What’s up, Evie? Do you wanna ask questions about Eric?”

I want to fall forward and sink my face into the soft, plush rug to hide my embarrassment. “Am I that easy to read?”

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