Page 133 of Beneath the Desert Bloom
He didn’t push in.
His mouth never left her clit, his tongue working and lips sucking, so slow and focused it made her want to cry. She rocked against his mouth, helpless now, the pleasure rising like steam from the ground.
When his tongue dipped lower, circling her opening, her breath stuttered.
His tongue slid into her and she sobbed.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop—don’t—”
He moved his tongue in slow, deep strokes, fucking her with it, letting her ride his face as her cunt fluttered around him.
And then, his fingers replaced his tongue.
One slid in first, thick and ridged, textured like desert bark.
He eased it in and out, circling it around inside her, stretching her as she moaned softly.
Then he added a second, stretching her. Filling her. Worshipping her.
His mouth returned to her clit, sucking, circling, licking in time with every deep, sweet pump of his fingers.
She came with a cry, legs trembling, wet and open and ready.
As she caught her breath, panting, gasping, her skin still buzzing with heat and light, she looked down at him.
He looked wrecked. Ravenous. And still reverent.
“Lie back,” she said, voice hoarse and certain.
He did. She climbed over him slowly, slick and trembling, the desert warm at her back.
And then she reached for his cock.
It was flushed dark, thick with need, ridged and leaking. Her fingers wrapped around him, and he groaned like she’d torn something out of him.
She stroked him once, slowly and firmly. Then she rose onto her knees and guided him to her entrance. Their eyes met.
“You’re not human anymore,” he rasped, voice raw.
“Neither are you,” she whispered.
And then she sank onto him.
He stretched her in ways that made her breath catch, her head drop forward, her mouth fall open around a soundless cry. Her cunt fluttered around the sheer pressure of him, the ridges, the impossible width, the heat.
Her knees shook. Her hands braced against his chest.
But she didn’t stop.
She took him inch by trembling inch until he was fully seated inside her.
Her whole body thrummed.
Her vision blurred.
She rocked her hips slowly, deliberately, dragging her clit against the base of him with every pass. The friction was perfect. The fullness divine. Her cunt clung to him, tight, wet, sacred. She moaned with each downward grind, each slow press of his cock dragging against nerves that had never been this open.
He groaned beneath her, head thrown back, golden eyes wide and wild.
