Page 159 of Gathered Sparkle

“What if I want to taste it too?” I dip my head, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock before I slide him into my mouth.

He gasps, his hips arching off the bed. “Please…” he whimpers, his face contorting in bliss. “Oh…my God.”

I pull back, grinning up at him. “Like that?”

Hollowing my cheeks, I take him deeper, letting his cock slide along my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating. I bob my head, letting the wet, sloppy sounds fill the room as I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling it around the head before pulling back just slightly. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“Yes. I’m gonna be such a good-fucking-boy.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he whimpers. “Please.”

I slide him deep into my mouth, the tip nudging the back of my throat, and swallow around him. His hips jerk, and a filthycurse escapes him. I keep going, taking him deeper until my nose presses against his pelvis. His cock throbs, and his taste increases the wet heat pooling between my legs.

“F-fuck, Novalee!” He gasps. “You’re… you’re gonna make me—”

I pull back to catch my breath, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his length. Before I can speak, he grabs my face and pulls me up, crashing his lips to mine. The kiss is wild and messy, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, hands cradling my cheeks, and thumbs brushing away the wetness at the corners of my mouth.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” he rasps, nipping at my bottom lip. His lips trail down to my jaw. “And you smell so fucking good.”

“I taste better,” I whisper back with a grin.

He lets out a shaky laugh, kissing my earlobe. “I’m gonna need to find out for myself.”

“What are you waiting for?”

Nicholas grabs my shoulders and rolls us over so I’m on my back, making me giggle. His fingers trace a path down my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He kisses a line down my neck, over my collarbone, and down the curve of my stomach.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath hot against my skin. His gaze lifts to meet mine, green eyes dark and full of awe. “How come everything about you is so fucking pretty? You have such a beautiful pussy.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut. “Sweet and perfect like the rest of you.”

When he opens his eyes again, the awe in them is replaced by pure, unfiltered hunger. His tongue traces a slow line over my slit, and I gasp, my hips arching toward him.

“Oh my God,” I breathe out, my fingers threading into his hair.

He groans against me, the sound vibrating through my core. His tongue moves again, this time swirling around my clit, flicking over it, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Mmmh, right there.” My fingers sink into his hair, holding him there. “That’s exactly where I want you, Nico.”

A growl vibrates against me, and then he’s devouring me—licking, sucking, teasing—like he’s starved, and this is his new favorite way to eat.

“Fuck, that’s it.” I yank his hair, a sharp pull that makes him whimper into my pussy. “You love this, don’t you? Love how I taste?”

He nods, moaning against me, his fingers digging into my thighs as he spreads me wider. The heat and the sloppy, wet sounds his mouth makes moving against me make my pulse slam.

“Messy-fucking-boy.” When he comes up for air, I drag my fingers down his jaw, smearing the slickness coating his lips. His tongue flicks out, chasing my touch. “You want me to let you drown in it?”

A strangled sound escapes him.

“Then show me.”

He’s back at it in seconds and sucks my clit between his lips. Electricity cracks down my spine. My thighs tense. My body locks up, caught between bliss and the desperate need to grind against his mouth.

I moan, arching. “God, you’re making me feel so fucking good. So perfect.”

His groan is wrecked, his hips twitching against the mattress.

“Yes…” I gasp again, body tensing. “Jesus, r-right fucking… there. You better not stop.”

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