Page 47 of Hell Hath No Fury

Gasping, she bucks her hips, nudging my face with her pussy. I smile, glancing up and meeting her eyes just as my tongue teases her clit, and her gasps turn into a low moan. I do it again, this time using the tip of my tongue to stroke lazy circles, unable to remove the stupid grin from my face as she rocks against me.

Raising her head from the pillow, her heated gaze meets mine, her eyes widening slightly, and then she frowns. I lift my head slightly and ask, “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

I raise a brow at her, knowing full well whatever was going through her mind is not nothing. Not wanting her to hold back at all, I respond, “Please, Lilith. Always speak your mind with me.”

Those perfect lips turn down in a slight grimace, and once again, her hands cover her face. “Ugh. No. It is highly inappropriate.”

“So, perfectly normal for you,” I reply with a laugh, my tongue flicking along the open crotch of her underwear. “Out with it, Lil.”

“You just looked different, that’s all,” she mutters from behind her hands. Then she peeks at me, a shy smile on her lips. “Young. Boyish, even.”

I stare at her for a long moment, watching her cheeks flush, a shy excitement in her blue eyes that sends an answering shock of heat right down my middle. “I know exactly what you mean. And you need to know how infinitely ecstatic I am to be here with you. Finally, after all these years, we get to have ourfirsttime.”

She searches my eyes, that small smile on her lips growing as her hands fall away, moving to rest on her stomach. Then she nods. I return her smile, and for a moment in time, it’s as if the past fades away, and we’re just two people choosing each other.

I don’t wait for her to say anything else. I lie flat on my stomach, hooking an arm around her hip and yanking her underwear to the side. Lapping her with the flat of my tongue, I tease every inch of her, increasing my efforts when her fingers tangle in my hair.

Adjusting my position, I manage to move my free hand up, stroking inside her with one finger and then two, stretching her rhythmically until I’m rewarded with low moans and incoherent curses.

Watching her every move, I tease her slowly, lips sucking, tongue stroking, fingers pushing deep, then retreating in long strokes. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips, her fingers in my hair tightening, yanking until she’s riding my face, demanding I make her come.

Desire pulses inside me, my fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt in time with the press of my cock into the mattress. Bringing a knee up, I shift my dick away from the friction, turning my full attention to her pleasure.

Words fall from her lips, but none I can make out clearly through her sobbing moans. Sucking her clit, I flutter my tongue firmly, rubbing intently, my fingers plunging and pushing, pressing upward until her body stiffens, and she moans, “Oh, fuck.”

Her orgasm rushes in, her face a kaleidoscope of euphoria and wonder, so I increase my efforts, my fingers and tongue extending her moment, never wanting it to end. With her body shuddering from the inside out, she thrashes and curses, and my hunger for her increases with each painful tug on my hair.

Then, after a long moment, she quiets, one last breathless moan turning into a sigh. Her legs start to close, and I just manage to turn so my shoulder prevents her from squeezing my head.

With her eyes half-closed, her fingers release my hair, her arms fall to her sides, and little shivers run down her body. I pull back, quickly sliding her underwear over her hips and down her legs, tossing them aside before returning to my previous position between her legs.

She’s still quivering, still smiling, and I rest my cheek against her inner thigh. “Are you okay?”

“Are you going to ask me that every five minutes?” Her words are light, her lips twitching, and her eyes sparkling with humor as she peers down at me.

“I don’t know. Should I?” I tease, wanting her to keep looking at me just like that for the rest of my fucking life. It’s warm and inviting.Mine.

Laughing, she shakes her head. “Please, no. I promise, if I’m not okay, I will tell you.”

“Noted,” I respond, my fingertips stroking along her waist and down over her hips. “I’ll do anything you want me to, Lil. Whatever you need.”

“Right now, I need this to be normal. It can be first-time normal, but still normal,” she whispers as she reaches for me. “No more talking. No more questions—just doing.”

I go to her willingly, crawling up her body and settling between her legs. Bracing myself on my forearms, I nuzzle her ear, nipping her earlobe and then kissing along her jaw to her mouth. Our lips meet, languid and sweet, eyes locked, unwilling to blink for fear the moment will be lost, that I’ll wake to find this all a dream.

Clutching my back, she freezes, and our lips part, her blue eyes suddenly wild. I move my hands to cup her head, leaningmy forehead against hers. A shaky laugh paints my lips, a sweet vibration through my chest, and she slowly relaxes beneath me, her hands a warm caress against my skin.

“Do—” I begin to speak, but she shushes me.

Shaking her head, she whispers, “No words, Antonio. Just feel.”

Raising her hips up, she slides her wet pussy along my dick, and any semblance of coherency leaves me in a rush. I shift my hips, my cock slipping down between us, and then I’m pressing the tip into her slowly, easing in and out, in and out.

She takes me in, inch by agonizing inch, until finally, I’m buried deep, and we’re skin-against-skin from hips to chest. Her feet slide up my calves, hooking behind my thighs, shifting my position as her legs widen, and I sink impossibly deeper, tempering my moan of pleasure against the soft skin of her neck.

We stay like that, locked around each other for a few long moments, and then her lips kiss my neck, her tongue licking, teeth nipping. I mirror her movements until she giggles, earning a chuckle I can’t even pretend to control, the sound of her joy my most lethal aphrodisiac.

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