Page 164 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

chapterseven

nirvana

Thrash drewhis thumb across the head of his cock and glided his hand down the shaft.

My gaze followed the path of his hand—down, up, down. I couldn’t look away if I tried.

He quickened the pace, milking another glistening dot of precum to the surface.

Core tightening, I moved my legs restlessly, clenching my thighs together. He was so fucking thick. From about halfway down his shaft to the base, he couldn’t completely circle his cock with his fingers…and Thrash had big hands.

My breath shook on my exhale as I sat up on my elbows. “You promised me a taste.”

At my words, hisoreha, that fiery essence burning inside of him flared from his horns to his cock beneath the surface of his skin. For a moment, his fingers tensed on his erection and the smooth glide of his hand faltered.

“It’s only fair I do the same.” From my reclined position, I reached for him, but he stepped out of reach. I laid back as he moved behind me. “Where are you goi…”

Words evaporated on my tongue as Thrash stepped over me, facing my feet, and knelt over my face. With a knee on either side of my head, he bent forward. His balls hung low behind his shaft that jutted toward my lips. He pushed his hands under my butt, and gripped my cheeks, spreading me, forcing me to draw my legs up for stability as his pinkies teased the rim of my asshole and his index fingers found my tingling entrance.

I drew my knees up slightly, letting my legs fall open like a butterfly, exposing my most intimate parts to him.

“Your cunt is so beautiful.” His breath brushed over my clit. Hot and wet, his tongue followed and pushed inside of me.

“Sweet solar orbits!” My back bowed. It was too much coming at me all at once.

He laughed against my pussy, the sensation sending a riot of carnal chaos coursing through me. His cock bobbed with his laughter. Its head met my lips, dampening them with droplets of precum.

Pheromones hit me harder than a freighter collision. The scent was richer, heavier, muskier. A spasm of pleasure short circuited my synapses and my grip on his thighs tightened, driving my short, blunt nails into his flesh.

Reflexively, my tongue darted out to capture his essence, andI tasted him. My eyelids fluttered, and I savored the indescribable flavor filling my mouth. Sweet and salty. Soft and velvety. I moaned as his taste seemed to sink into my very DNA.

Mate. Well, fuck me…

He was doing exactly that with his tongue. He spread me with his fingers while his tongue drove in and out. “You taste like nirvana, Tori.” His lips and breath tickled that ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves as he spoke. “I knew you would.”

“Nirvana,” I repeated and drew my tongue over my cum-dampened lips. He was right. If paradise had a flavor, this was it. “Better than butterscotch.”

It felt like he was everywhere all at once. He drove his tongue inside my drenched tunnel while ghosting a touch along my clit.

Panting, I tried to focus on his cock. The shaft grew thicker from head to base. Sex would work, but there was no way I’d fit the entire thing, or even half, in my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around the base while I drew the head between my lips and sucked.

His hips jerked in response and hands tightened where he held onto me, fingers pressing into my openings.

The sensation left me gasping, and I pulsed my grip on his shaft. “You’re so big. So thick.” I dragged my fingers up his cock while I sucked the head, taking as much into my mouth as I could.

“That’s perfect.” His voice was deep and ragged. “Just like that.”

It wasn’t enough for me. I sucked again as I glided my hand toward the head, but this time I released his shaft from my mouth and followed the path down his hard, hot erection with my tongue and teeth.

“Oh, yes,” he groaned, his lips moving against my pussy.

I drew my hand and tongue back to the smooth, rounded head of his member, sucked, and repeated the action. Increasing the pace, I sucked, licked, and nipped. His flavor spilled onto my tongue each time I sucked.

His pheromones ballooned into the air around us, adding to the pleasure of his tongue and fingers delving into me. Time turned fluid, stretching and filling with the sounds of our pleasure.

This moment—the feel of him, the taste of him, his touch—was all I knew. All at once, everything seemed so vast, yet so small.

“I’m going to come,” he growled.

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