Page 76 of Apples Dipped in Gold

The corner of his mouth lifted, but I knew by thegleam in his eyes he had taken my words as a challenge. I lifted myself onto my elbows as he rose to his feet and unlaced his trousers, pulling them off. As he straightened, my eyes roamed over his body but stopped at his arousal, which was thick and rigid. I blushed fiercely when I realized it was the only thing I was staring at, but I was also thinking about what it would feel like to have him inside me soon.

I don’t know what possessed me. Perhaps it was just the way he was looking at me now, but I shifted to my knees again, my face level with his sex. I lifted my hand but didn’t touch him, moving my gaze to his. I suppose I wanted permission.

“You can touch me.” His voice was strained. I wondered if he felt like I had felt all day—wound so tight, I could barely breathe.

I turned my attention to his arousal and let my fingers drift from the crown of his cock to the bottom where his balls hung heavy between his thighs. He was soft, which surprised me. No other part of his body felt like this.

“Will I hurt you?” I asked.

“I will tell you,” he said. “Wrap your fingers around me.”

I did as he said, and then he wrapped his own around mine and moved my hand up and down, letting out a low breath as I followed his lead.

“And that feels good?”

“Yes,” he said, breathless. “Very.”

“What else do I do?” I asked.

Again, Lore let out another long breath.

“Sweet Samara,” he said, and I was surprised when he pulled my hand away from him and then knelt in front of me. “Let me show you how good this can be for you.”

“I want to please you,” I said.

I did not want to bring up my brothers, but I knew how they talked about the women who frequented our cottage. I knew who had satisfied them and who didn’t.

“Beloved, you please me simply by existing,” he said.

He kissed me long and slow, guiding me until I rested on my back again. He remained upright, staring down at me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, and then he placed his knee between my legs, nudging them apart. He settled into that space and then rested his elbows on either side of my head, continuing our kiss. At some point, he let himself relax fully and my breath caught in my throat. He was so warm, and his arousal settled against my heat, heavy and hard. I wanted to be full of him, and I reacted without thought, widening my legs and lifting my hips.

Lore groaned against my mouth and then dragged his lips along my jaw and neck. He trailed kisses down my chest, between my breasts, before taking each into his mouth in turn. He teased mercilessly, plying my nipples with his tongue and then sucking hard. It was a push and pull of overwhelming pleasure and dizzying relief.

I had some idea of what he intended as he pressed soft kisses down my stomach, but it was another matter entirely once he arrived at the apex of my thighs. The inclination to press my knees together overwhelmed me, but Lore was there, and he was looking at a part of me no one ever had like he looked at all of me—as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

He kissed the inside of my thigh as he met my gaze, and I swallowed hard as a fierce blush stained my cheeks.

“You are perfect,” he said.

He continued kissing along my thigh and then the other before settling completely on his stomach and kissing my heat. He did it again, harder this time, burying his face between the soft mound of curls between my legs.

I gasped, pressing my head into the floor.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. At first, I let them twist into his hair. It felt safe because if I grew too insecure, I could pull him away, but then he used his fingers to part my flesh and licked along my heat, letting his tongue circle where I ached most. I let out a moan, my head falling back.

Lore pulled away. “Is it good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed. My eyes were closed, and my chest rose and fell heavily. I had held my breath the entire time. “Yes.”

He licked me again, and then his mouth closed over my clit. He sucked gently, and I thought I might die. I dug my heels into the floor but couldn’t go anywhere, because Lore’s arms were locked around my legs to keep me still, his face pressing harder into my sex.

When he let me go, he exhaled deeply, and when I looked at him, his lips were wet with my arousal. A wave of embarrassment burned through my body, but the corner of Lore’s mouth lifted, his eyes dark with lust.

“There is no room for shame here, beloved,” he said. “It’s okay to love this. I do.”

He turned his attention to me again. This time, his fingers trailed along my opening, deepening as he moved through my heat until one finger slipped fully inside. I instinctively tightened at the invasion, but then his mouthwas on me again, and I was able to relax. Soon I felt molten, and he slipped another finger inside. The muscles in the bottom of my stomach contracted, and I gripped Lore between my thighs, unable to do anything else. It felt instinctual, and it gave me what I wanted, heightening the pressure and pleasure in a way I hadn’t felt before.

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