Page 149 of Defy the Fae

I slide my teeth up one inner thigh, then venture along the other. Reaching the apex of her folds, my teeth brush her slit in the faintest, lightest contact.

Cove expires. “Oh, Fables!”

She grasps the prow and drops her head forward. Her eyebrows furrow, features strained and complexion feverish. A wet bead drips from her core, and my tongue leaps out to catch it.

The siren tastes of sugar and salt, of everything sweet and harsh. I palm her waist, pinning her as my teeth glide up her drenched crease, then track the motion with deft lashes of my tongue.

Cove cries out. She rotates her hips, swatting her soaked cunt over my waiting mouth.

Once she does, my canines abandon their onslaught. I alternate, draping my tongue up her slot and dabbing her clit with swift flicks. Her cunt swells, leaks with pleasure. I tighten my hold on her and dip my tongue between her slick folds, probing deeply, in and out.

Water sloshes against the boat. Condensation from the narrow cascades sprays Cove’s breasts. At some point—I don’t give a fuck when—her bun and the tether at my nape must have unraveled completely. Her hair splashes down her figure as she gyrates onto my lips.

I groan, pumping my tongue faster. She beats her waist astride the stem, her moans cresting like waves.

Still not loud enough. I withdraw my tongue and seal my lips around the sensitive bud jutting from her cunt. And I suck hard.

Cove gives a shout. Her thighs tense, knees pressing into the cabin.

That is more like it. Almost, my love.

I engulf her clitoris and suction it into my mouth with rhythmic tugs. My tongue circles the nub and then strikes the tip. I terrorize my lady in tempo to her priceless, endless weeping.

My hands descend to span her hips. Fixing her in place, I use the leverage to yank her back and forth. My tongue shifts from her clit and dives back into the damp clutch inside her.

All forces work in tandem. She rides my face, and I jerk her into me, and my mouth catches her cunt.

“Oh…my…fuck,” Cove grunts.

Uttered from her mouth, that word sizzles through my blood.

My cock reacts. The length solidifies like a cursed mast and shoves against the bridge of my leggings. Shit, I may come merely from this. Were it not for my grip on her spread thighs, I would stroke myself to the brink.

Jasmine wafts from her skin. Tang and a honeyed flavor drizzle on my tongue, and I mop it up, flexing into her.

Her pleasure amplifies to new heights, exhalations fraying. The sounds taper and multiply down the conduit.

She is close. I plant my mouth on her cunt and kiss it fully. My lips fuse to her walls, my tongue lunges inside her, and I devour her clitoris.

Cove hunches over, forehead pressing into the prow. Her mouth falls open, wide and silent.

And then she hollers. And hollers. And fucking hollers.

Convulsions rolls down her form, wetness floods from her folds and slides over my tongue, which continues to pitch inside. I growl and kiss her lovely cunt as I have done to her mouth, consuming every droplet of her climax.

The noises gush down the artery, filling it to capacity. I want those sounds to last, to blend into the walls and resonate long after she comes.

Yet still, I can prove her louder. My tongue softens and pulls out, content to swab her gently as she rides out the tremors. Her thighs quaver, jellied and scarcely able to keep her aloft.

The instant my lady slumps, I vanish from beneath her. I vault upright, turn, and peel the leggings from my limbs, then align my torso with her spine. The swells of her ass cushion my throbbing erection. The waterdrop pendant sparkles down her back.

My arm snakes around her midriff. I slope my head toward her profile and mash my lips to her cheek, our mussed hair spilling together. The palpitations drumming in her neck matches the one pounding in my wrists.

“Do not let go,” I mutter, voice gravely to my ears.

“I never have,” my lady swears.

That’s all it takes. I bend Cove over, angling her toward the prow, which she clasps firmer. The lantern swings. I use my knees to kick hers aside, parting them as far as they’ll go, and slant my cock toward her sopping entrance.

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