Page 14 of The Apples Hung Like Stars
Janet tastes like heaven, slightly salty, but with an undercurrent sweetness that I could glut myself on. And she’s so receptive, so ready for me, that I find that I can edge her almost immediately.
And so, I do just that.
I start my mouth at first, lips and teeth and tongue, sucking and licking and nibbling, raising my face each time I feel her thighs tremble and start to shake.
I’m careful, because I don’t want her to ruin. I want her pleasure to ebb and flow, to crest upwards before falling back down. It’s all in aid of the eventual pleasure that I intend on forcing from her, over and over until there’s nothing left for her to give.
But that won’t be nearly as satisfying if she’s not worked up.
She needs to be so close that she’s almost crying, before I’ll give in and grant her the raptures she so definitely deserves.
Her hands grasp at my head, fingernails grazing my skin, my scalp, almost as if she’s massaging me. It’s pleasurable and I hum my approval into her pussy. Janet jolts and shudders. “Clíodhna,” she gasps.
I raise my head and rest my chin on the swell of her lower belly. “Yes kitten?”
She shakes her head, looking dazed, and swears at me. “Fuck you.”
I laugh. “I’m sorry, would you like us to swap places so you can fuck me instead?”
She gulps and shakes her head again. “No thank you, please continue.”
“Are you certain? I’m not sure that you want me to. We could take a pause and strike up a conversation instead if you’d like.”
Her hand catches my bun and tightens round it. I can feel the hair tighten against my scalp and the sensation almost makes me purr. “More,” she says, the order almost pleading. “More.”
I take pity on her and dip my head again, this time to place a delicate kiss on the tip of her pretty pink clit. With my thumb, I brush it, marvelling at the way it peeks through dark curls. “You really areverypretty, kitten.”
She’s whimpering again.
I fuckinglove itwhen she whimpers.
“Pretty, and panting for me.”
She moans again, and that’s when I slide my fingers between her lips. Not all the way inside her—not yet—but teasing her.
Her hips start bucking again, in that movement that I’ve come to associate with need.
“How adorable,” I say. “Do you want something, kitten?”
I expect her to snap at me, or to play fight, but instead she gazes down at me and says simply, “You.”
I have experienced such purity of motivation before. Those who I fucked in the past wanted the kingdom that came with my patronage, wanted the power that came with blessing. They all wanted somethingfromme.
They never wanted me.
And that is all that Janet wants.
I fill her with my fingers, and almost moan at the warm wetness of her. I beckon, slowly and curl my fingers until I can feel the raised bump that I know will bring her the most pleasure, press into it. She sits up, almost immediately, her legs trembling, and her thighs tighten about my head. I manage to move so I can look up at her, and she is stunned. Mouth open. Eyes wide.
“What are you…? What is…? How are you…?”
I stroke again and all words fall away, just as she falls, loose-limbed back upon the bed.
“Like that?” I ask.
She merely moans her acquiescence, and I continue. Her cunt clenches at me, and I add a third finger to the two already inside, revelling in how this makes me feel. It’s not her submission that pleases me most—though it does certainly have its appeal—it’s her full-throated enjoyment of this that has the most impact on me.
I am wet too, as if I’ve been submerged underwater. I can feel my desire for her at the apex of my thighs, just as hers coats my fingers. It’s heady stuff.
