Page 32 of Descent

Skin scented with faint traces of honeysuckle and amber tastes as sweet as she smells. Soft gasps and the catch of her breath is music to my ears.

My fingers find their way around her back, clawing furrows into her silk-covered skin, just hard enough to dig into her muscles, to massage and make her arch into me. The column of her spine leads me lower, over the delicious round of her supple behind, into the crease. Right to the edge of her gown and under.

Exploring the softest surface of her inner thighs, I find her mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip, licking at her top lip. She tolerates it for a moment.

Then we’re immersed, lips locked in a torrent of desire. A sharp nip of teeth on my tongue has me inhaling, pulling back just enough to catch her eye in the dim, that cocky, daring glare just taunting me.

God, she pisses me off.

And she drives me wild. I’m about to grab her, pin her to the bed, when she reaches down, looping her hand around me, gripping me hard. Suddenly, I’m stock still, stone hard, and completely at her mercy.

Until I shift my palm, still resting on her inner thigh, dragging the tip of my thumb across her slick opening. A little whimper slips out, her mouth agape.

It’s a standoff.

And both of us crack at the same time. Her hips arch into me, trying to drive my finger inside her right as I flex my ass, throbbing in her clutches.

Just like that, we go wild. Palming her center, I ease two fingers into her, curling and pulling back gently, repeatedly, putting pressure on her inner mound. Her insistent tug becomes a rapid rhythm, squeezing and massaging along my length as she pumps up and down.

To top it all off, I can’t seem to kiss enough of her, winding my way from lips to her ear, whispering a growling moan along the cup and down, the crook of her neck, pulling aside her flimsy sleepwear to find those pert, firm nipples waiting for me.

Sucking each into my mouth, I savor every flick of my tongue and the way it makes her writhe, her chest heave.

All as she continues to hold me hostage in her tantalizing fist.

It’s not nearly enough. Breaking free, I lower myself along her midriff, kissing all the way to the base of her skirt, rucking it up as I work my way along each satin smooth leg.

I’m a second from diving into her middle when she plants one foot on my chest somehow, shoving me onto my back. I catch that foot in the fall, pulling her after me, up onto me as she regains her balance and straddles me. Raising up, she rakes ghosting fingernails down my abs, hooking my boxers and ripping them down in a swift, clean motion, revealing me in all my rigid glory.

I about lose my shit when she licks her lips, her eyes on fire in the dark. She needs to finish what she started in my cell.

But I need more of her as well.

Circe angles in, crawling back up toward me, ready to devour my shaft. A single hook of my heel, looping my leg around hers, spins her around toward me, and she rolls right along with the motion, throwing one leg over my head. The blazing heat of her tummy rests against my chest, her fingers clamping down on my thighs.

I only get a few seconds to admire the view, her gown rucked up around her waist, her glistening entrance an inch from my chin. Then my brain, my entire body tightens, fireworks flashing in my head as she swallows me entirely.

I’m so fucking lost.

Splaying her cheeks with both hands. I don’t waste a second before I kiss her sex-drenched core. The taste is sharp, pure ecstasy on my tongue as I drag the flat along her from apex to opening, driving the tip inside to sample her velvet embrace.

Circe’s soft moan vibrates straight into me through my aching cock, thrust over and over into her throat. Every caress of her tongue makes me thrum like an earthquake.

So I pay her back in kind.

Locking my lips around her peak, I curl the tip of my tongue around, fluttering, sucking, and matching her gulping rhythm with a venture of one fingertip into her soaked center. I increase the speed of my tongue lashing, every so often replacing my finger with my tongue inside her, just for a second.

The effect is … exponential.

In a few minutes, her hips are rolling back and forth over me, showing me the pace she needs to get where she so clearly wants to go. And me?

All I do is focus on sending her over the edge and refuse to erupt first. It’s…almost fucking impossible.

Her lips tighten around me, her throat and jaw adjusting to my size more and more. She must have the muscle control of a fucking opera singer to keep taking me so deep, never once showing a hint of hesitation or gag reflex.

There’s no way I can last much longer.

So I double down, locking my arm around her leg to drive my fingers into her rapidly, never plunging all the way in, always pressing down along her inner front wall. All the while, my tongue never stops, sucking just enough to keep her clit exposed, licking faster, barely touching her with every pass.

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