Page 70 of Harley & Her Ferals

I direct him to my clit.

For a moment, he seems unsure what to do. Then he licks, tentatively.

Shit, that’s amazing.

When I shiver, River’s hands tighten on my hips. He licks again with more confidence. I hold his face more firmly against my clit. He takes the command for what it is, licking and sucking with dedication.

I want to come from just this — all his focus on a single, tiny part of me.

It feels like both of our souls are focused on the core of my pleasure.

River tips his head to the side, lavishing his love and care, as if my clit is one of his flowers.

I moan around my gag, struggling to sit still.

Yes, fucking yes.

The sensation is overwhelming, as pleasure winds through me faster than I’m expecting.

I hold River hard against my clit, as he tries out different techniques, circling and then tapping me with his tongue.

I can tell that he’s running out of breath but I want him to breathe in the scent of me, to have his mouth covered in my slick, and to think of nothing but the taste of me in his mouth.

He doesn’t fight my hold, as I start to grind against his face, riding him as I ride the crest of the wave toward my orgasm.

Instead, River remains still, letting himself be used.

He doesn’t even try to shake off my hold, as his chest rises and falls rapidly, burning for oxygen.

Almost there…

Then I can feel that he’s licking out words against my clit, despite the rough way that I’m grinding against him:L’ANIMA GEMELLA.

In surprise, I glance down at him and meet his dreamy blue eyes.

The depth of his awe-struck love is enough to push me over the crest of the wave.

I bite hard onto the blanket to stop myself from screaming, tightening my hold on his hair.

He doesn’t stop sucking, until I’m shaking from oversensitivity.

Fuck, that was incredible.

Finally, sated and exhausted, I let go of River’s hair.

Aware of my strength, I gently push him away. Then I spit out the blanket, wiping my hand over my mouth.

He looks dazed but satisfied.

He licks over his lips that are wet with slick. “Bella, that was even better than I’ve imagined.”

“You’ve imagined that?”

“Many times.”

“You were a good student. Top marks.”

River looks delighted. “Normally, I’m the tutor. See, I can be taught as well.”

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