Page 128 of Lost Lyrebird
He spends a good deal of time working me over before his mouth travels down between the valley of my breasts.
It’s the beginning of the end for me.Because what follows is delicious, decadent torture.
He spreads my thighs wider and hikes one over his shoulder.Seeing him between my legs is a vision I won’t soon forget.The intensity in the depths of his eyes says what I’ve tried to deny—that he won’t stop coming for me until he claims me in every way.
My fingers pull at his hair because I can’t help myself now.I can’t deny this is what I’ve wanted for so long—to ride his face and feel his mouth on me.
He feasts like a man possessed, takes my pussy with so much pressure and force that it steals a cry from my lips and has my back bowing off the table.It’s a fucking out-of-body experience that takes over as he makes a meal of me.
A long groan rips from me, followed by a breathy, “Oh my fucking God, Goose.”
“Sing for me, Lil’ Bird.That’s it, sing, baby.”
The skill he uses on my clit to tease it and bring me to the brink is insane.His teeth nip, his tongue flutters over clit in rhythmic and repetitive movements that send my mind reeling.The action has my orgasm cresting and my core clenching around nothing, and dying to be filled.
“Fuck, I may never stop, woman.You taste too fuckin’ good.Honey and like a sweet fuckin’ lemondrop on my tongue.”
He begins to fuck me with his tongue, using his grip on my thighs to rock my hips against his mouth, fucking his tongue into me as deep as possible, while he thumb strums my clit.In and out.In.And.Out.I moan and gasp out his name, while swinging my head back and forth as I battle to hold off my orgasm because I don’t want it to end.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Goose!”
“That’s it.Cry for me.Show me how much you love it and let me give you what you need, baby.”He punctuates those words with sinking two fingers into me and begins to pump them, stretching me open.Then he hooks them inside until he hits the spot.A spot that has me crying out, “Oh-oh-oh fuck.I’m going to cum.”
He growls against my clit, and it sends vibrations through me.
That’s all it takes for the storm he conjured inside of me to break, and my orgasm to come crashing forward.My head kicks back as I shout from the force of it.The sound echoes around the room.“Goose.Uh-uh, God… Goose,” I mutter his name over and over again.I soar so fucking high and ride the waves of the peak as my thoughts scramble.My core clenches and releases, and his fingers work me through the shock waves of my release as they crest and recede.
Then I’m gasping for oxygen and sucking in quick breaths to fill my lungs.
“Yeah, baby.Love you watching you cum all over my fucking mouth, Lil’.”
“Jesus, Goose.”I hear the crack in my voice as I moan his name one last time in a long, breathless syllable.The gravity of the orgasm shakes me.It’s like before today, I’d forgotten what this could feel like when it’s honest and true, and not a forced act I’m doing to play a part.
He grunts in approval and hums as he laps at my pussy.Blissful pleasure rolls through me again, and I float as I come down.
His tongue softens its ministrations by the time I return to reality.
“I know this body in a way I shouldn’t.Like a memory I can’t reach.My hands somehow know the feel of you.Do you know what that’s like?To know, but not know?It’s killin’ me, Lil’.”
His words yank me back into the present, and both send my heart soaring and wreck me at the same time.
I see how it would play out if I don’t do what I should and push him away.I see how easily we could fall back in love and get lost in him.Because fuck, I’m more than halfway there, I’ve just been lying and denying it to the best of my ability.To myself and him.
I push him back as I stand.“No, I don’t know.And how could you?”
His eyes narrow, and for a second, I see it—the hurt buried beneath the anger, beneath the haze of whatever he’s taken to dull the pain.The muscle pulses in his jaw, and he clenches his teeth.The tension from earlier returns, so does the scowl.
“You do it so well, I almost missed it.”
“Missed what?”I ask.
“I think you know.”
“I don’t.”
Taking my hand into his, he smiles sadly, his thumb brushes over my knuckles.“Tell me, Lil’.”His voice is quieter now, a dangerous edge still lurking beneath the surface.“Why do you care what happens to me?”The rawness there makes my chest tighten.“What the fuck do you care what I take?Or what I do?Why push me away when you don’t do it with anyone else?”
I just stare at him, as I think about everything he’s witnessed.I should walk away.I should deliver a retort so cold that it will keep him at a safe distance.But I can’t.Not when I know what he’s doing to himself.Not when I know he’s so close to breaking and that he thinks he’s knocking on death’s door.
