Page 18 of The Rhino's Rose

“I’ve waited my whole life for this.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” I say with a giggle. “You’ve only been waiting five years.” My teasing tone becomes a breathy gasp when his big, rough hands mold to my waist.

He doesn’t answer, just angles his head and leans in close.

Tingles race through me when he presses his mouth to mine. He doesn’t have lips the same as humans, but the flesh around his mouth is velvety soft, and the differences don’t matter one tiny bit. Firm yet gentle, he sets arhythm that feels like relief and passion and a promise, all at the same time. It’s not my first kiss, but it might as well be. Nothing before even came close.

He slides one hand up my back and into my hair, where he cups my head, his big fingers sensually massaging as he angles me for a deeper kiss. The curve of the single horn on his snout slides through my hair, then the tip of his tongue teases between my lips, waking up nerve endings all over my body, but mostly the ones between my legs.

His hand at my waist glides downward, over the curve of my hip, then onto my leg. He squeezes possessively, then his big palm slides down the inner slope of my thigh, and his fingertips brush softly across my pussy.

“Still okay?” he says against my lips when my gasp breaks our kiss.

“Yes, definitely yes, it’s just different from…”

One thick finger splits the seam of my pussy, and he draws it upward, to my clit, which he circles until my hips tip forward, desperate for more. “Different from what, Rose?” When I don’t answer, he adds a second finger, upping the pressure and speed, pushing me closer to the edge of bliss by the second. “Tell me.”

“Different from when I touch myself,” I whisper, digging my fingertips into his meaty shoulders and rocking against his fingers.

Another deep rumble vibrates from him as he rubs me harder, faster, as if he’s gotten me off a thousand times before. In a way, he has. “I heard you earlier, in thebath. Your beautiful, sexy sounds made me so fucking hard, I couldn’t hold back. I never can when I think of you.”

The mental image of Cornelius stroking himself off to thoughts of me snaps the bowstring inside me. Lost to sensation, I press my forehead against his chest, my choppy breaths and gurgled moans swallowed up by his big, solid body.

“Lean back,” he says, gentling his touch when my hips slow their jerking. “Hands on the patio.”

My pulse skyrockets as he lowers himself in the water until his head is just below the level of my pussy. I do as instructed, bracing myself on the cool stone. Then he tilts his head back and his mouth isthere, his breath tickling my oversensitive flesh.

Gripping my thighs, he spreads me open, as wide as the curved cutout of the pool allows, then presses his face against me and inhales. Deeply. “You smell so fucking delicious, my mouth is watering.”

My eyes roll back in my head when his tongue licks up my seam. Gods. It’s like a switch got flipped inside me and everything is turned all the way on.

“Good?” he asks after I groan at his next long swipe that ends at my clit.

“Literally the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

His chuckle vibrates against me. “The bar for ‘best’ is going to be a lot higher before I’m done.”

Before I can respond with words, he licks me again, depriving me of the ability to speak. A breathy moan leaves my parted lips as his tongue teases at myentrance, shallow dips in and out, then travels to my clit, where he presses and circles and flicks until I can barely breathe from the assault of sensations tugging tight.

There are toys that mimic this, and the ones Lexi sells are not only anatomically accurate but also magically imbued to guarantee satisfaction, but I never bought one. Maybe because none of them were a rhino model. But mostly because I’ve only ever wanted to know what Cornelius’s tongue would feel like. And gods, it was so worth the wait.

Just when I think it couldn’t possibly feel better, he raises the bar like he said he would. His wide shoulders emerge from the water and he lifts his head, spans my lower abdomen with one of his big hands, and with two fingers, parts my labia to expose my clit. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue now.”

Spread open like this, sweet is the last thing I feel. I also don’t feel self-conscious. The way he’s looking at me, touching me, feels natural, as if we’ve been together always.

Holding my breath, I watch him flick and roll my clit with the tip of his pale-pink tongue. Wide and thick, it should be too big to hit such a small target, but it’s not. It’s perfect. Every second pushes me higher, closer. So, so close. My eyelids flutter closed, and instinctively, I reach for his head, wanting him closer. Needing it harder.

The top of his head is smooth under my palm, but I don’t get a chance to explore. He reaches up and catches my hand, guides it to his horn, curling my fingers around the thick appendage as he presses its outercurve against my clit. I’ve always wondered what his horn felt like, and now I know. It feels like heaven. Smooth, hard, erotic heaven.

“I—oh—gods…” Gripping it with both hands, I pull his horn tight against my clit, grinding against it as he rolls it back and forth. “I’m going to come,” I pant, moaning as the first wave explodes.

Then that thick, long tongue pushes inside me. Deep inside. Deeper than any toy I’ve ever used. Soft and hard at the same time. Wriggling, stroking, making sexy, obscenely slurpy sounds.

“Oh…gods,ohhh!”I cry out as his tongue touches a spot I’ve never found, sparking a whole other kind of orgasm. Inside. Outside. Coming and coming. So good, so good, but almost too much. A string of garbled, breathy sounds that echo in the night air rush out of me, then Cornelius’s arms are behind me, catching me as I let go.

CORNELIUS

Pride at giving my mate such intense pleasure is short-lived. Thank gods, I sensed her lightheadedness and got my arms around her before she blacked out. “Rose.” I rise to a stand while holding her tight against my chest.

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