Page 139 of Deliverance

He works me thoroughly. Fast, expert licks alternated with tender sucking until black dots begin to whirl in my vision, until my throat is raw from my low gasps.

I feel it building to a wild crescendo—the knot of heat between my thighs. My stomach tightens and my pants are erratic and I’m not certain whether I want him to go on, to torture me for the rest of the night, or I want him to make me peak now. But there’s no separating those needs, not while his skillful tongue is doing such wicked things to my clit.

He pauses and lifts his head after an unusually raucous sound escapes me, and in that moment I dare to look at him. I dare to look at his mussed hair and at his hooded eyes and at traces of my lust on his lips.

My body’s exhausted with pleasure and need and I sag against the mattress and stare at him, my legs shaking.

“You taste divine,” Zander says, placing a kiss on the inner part of my thigh. “I could eat you all night long and never get fucking tired.”

My breasts ache inside my bra and I run a hand over the sensitive area where the padded fabric covers my nipple because it seems to demand some kind of attention. Hot molten lava surges through my stomach and down to that spot Zander has been working on.

He drags his lips back to my sex and finishes what he started with several deft licks. Fire sweeps through my limbs, my desire climbing higher and higher, over that invisible hill, then plunging deep into the abyss. Freefalling.

I explode against his tongue with a rough moan, riding my hips over his mouth to prolong the sensation.

At first, the world is just gone. Doesn’t exist. Doesn’t matter.

Then slowly, reality starts coming back to me. Image after image. Touch after touch. Whisper after whisper.

I’m on my bed, utterly spent. Zander’s body is on top of mine. He’s holding himself up on his forearm, and his other hand slips to my cheek to cup it. Our chests brush as I pull in a lungful of air through my teeth.

“That was…that was…” The words never make it out. My mind is shattered into millions of glowing happy pieces right now.

Zander nuzzles the side of my face, his scent tickling my nostrils. He’s still hard and I reach out for him and fold my fingers around his length. “I want to see you come.”

His breath hitches, his ribcage expanding.

“It’s not fair that you don’t get to finish,” I purr, finding his earlobe and teasing it with my teeth.

“You’re a wicked, wicked woman, Drew.” A deep, guttural laugh.

I stroke the tip gently, over the drop of precum. His response is a long, carnal hiss.

He does as I ask. He wraps his palm around his length and drags it up and down a few times. His eyes snap closed and his muscles strain.

My hand snakes around his back and slips down to his ass, feeling the rhythm of his movements. Faster and faster.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he rasps.

“Let me see you.”

He sits up on the blankets, his knees buried into the mattress, one hand wrapped around his length, head tossed back.

The sight of him so completely undone and at my mercy sends my poor heart skittering.

Face tight, he strokes himself fast and hard, coming within seconds. His climax rolls through his spasming body like a windstorm, pushing him forward, twisting his muscles. His fist lands on the bed next to my shoulder for support as he tries to catch his breath.

Finally, he slumps to the side, bracing himself on his elbow. “Did you enjoy the show, woman?” he asks with a soft, sensuous laugh.

“Very much,” I admit.

“I can’t wait to do it again.” He brings his mouth to mine and kisses me gently.

“Me either.”

And that’s the honest truth. I’m already burning for him more than I was moments ago when I watched him work himself into a frenzy.

Zander moves to lie next to me, his jeans still undone, his length brushing my bare thigh. “Did I make you feel good?”

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