Page 69 of Twisted Trails
“I—” I clamp my lips shut, overwhelmed. “I don’t know. I…”
“No need to be insecure,bébé. It’s just me.” He brushes his lips over mine again. “Tell me, I’ll do anything you want.”
“I don’t know what I want,” I whisper again, feeling how my cheeks heat. “You heard Finn. I’ve never done anything before him. I don’t know how this works.”
Luc stills, then pulls back and meets my gaze with a determined look. “I’ll show you. I’ll show you what a first time should be and feel like.”
I nod, relief flooding me because that sounds perfect. “Okay.”
His wide palm grips my cheek, and his brow furrows. “If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me. Got it?”
I nod again, heart hammering. “And then you stop?”
I don’t want this to stop.
His mouth curves into a grin as he kisses the tip of my nose. “No. Then we do something else. Something that youdolike.”
Oh.
“Okay,” I whisper again, nodding like an idiot.
He sets the lavender aside, taking a deep, subtle breath as ifhe’sthe one who needs to focus, and then places his hand on my thigh, nudging my legs apart. Instinctively, I close them again.
Luc keeps his hand on me, but doesn’t push as he asks, “Do you trust me?”
I look into his eyes, finding them full of patience, of love. “Yes.”
“Then let me make you feel good.”
This time,when he pushes again, I go with him, following his direction and letting my legs fall open for him. He settles between my legs and glides his palms up my thighs, never breaking eye contact. There’s no rush in his movements as he kisses up my legs, each press of his lips igniting a trail of fire on my skin. My breath catches, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
When his mouth meets my pussy, a ragged gasp escapes my lips. His tongue is soft at first, a gentle tease, a flick, but then he presses deeper, drawing circles around my clit that make my spine arch and my fingers twist into the blanket beneath me. I moan, not caring how loud it is, not caring if the stars hear me.
Luc hums against me, and the vibration shoots right through me.
“Luc,” I breathe out, my voice cracking.
“Keep saying my name like that,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin as he continues watching me. “God, you taste so good.”
He’s relentless, and his tongue and lips work in tandem to unravel me. My hips lift, seeking more, and he responds, gripping my thighs to hold me steady as he brings me closer to the edge.
“Please.” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for.
I don’t know how he knows what I need, but hedoes, like he’s listening to every sound I make and reading it like a map. He presses his tongue harder against my clit, and my orgasm hits like a wave, pulling me under. My entire body tenses, thighs trembling around his shoulders. My hands release the blanket and fly to his hair, gripping and tugging. His eyes close shut as he groans against my opening.
He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking, overstimulated, and floating. With slow, deliberate movements, Luc lifts his head and wipes his mouth on the inside of my thigh, leavingkisses in his wake. He crawls up over me and kisses me again, and I taste myself on his lips.
God,why is that so hot?
He breaks the kiss and brushes a strand of hair off my forehead. “We can stop here,Petite.We don’t have to do anything else.”
“I want to,” I say, surprising even myself.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” With trembling fingers, I reach between us and palm him through his shorts. He’s hard, big, and hot, even through the fabric.
“I don’t really know how to…” I trail off.
