Page 53 of Half the Summer's Night
And then it doesn’t natter, because she wraps her fingers around my base and pulls my cockhead into her mouth.
I groan at the wet heat of her tongue, hardly believing that this is happening, just like I could hardly believe it when I was buried between her legs, feasting on the cunt I’ve dreamed of so much. But itishappening, and Abi makes a softmmmnoise in the back of her throat and pulls me deeper into her mouth. I braid my hand through her hair, although I let her take the lead as she bobs up and down my length. She’s not quite able to swallow all of me, but it doesn’t matter. I still sink into her, groaning, dropping my head back to look at the stars.
“Perfect,” I growl. “You’re fucking perfect.”
That makes her moan again, and the reverberations send pleasurable jolts through my belly. My balls tighten, hot and hard against my body. I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
I wind Abi’s silky black hair around my gloved hands, tugging on it a little. She peers up at me over the rim of her glasses, my cock still buried in her perfect mouth, and I nearly topple over at how gorgeous she looks.
“I’m going to—” It’s hard to get the words out. Hard to remember how to speak, with her kneeling at my feet like that. “Going to c-come.”
I feel a flash of her surprise, and I guess I don’t blame her, even if it is a little embarrassing to finish so quickly.
“You tasted so good,” I add, tightening my grip on her hair. “Nearly came while I was eating you.”
Abi moans at that, louder, and I grunt at the way her voice wraps around my dick. Then she bobs her head faster, urging me on. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to thrust into her mouth, not to fuck her face as roughly as I want to fuck her cunt. But I don’t want to scare her away. Not when she came out here and willingly kneeled for me—forme, not even Rowan Hanover.
“Just like that,” I gasp out as she braces her hands on my legs. All I can feel is the heat of her tongue and the heat of my own pleasure. I’m going to erupt soon. “Don’t fucking stop, little detective.”
And she doesn’t. The rhythm of her soft sucking mouth is like falling back into oblivion. I squeeze her hair in my fist. Squeeze my eyes shut. Imagine how she looked laid out on that dais, her pussy wet and pink and swollen, her face flushed from coming.
Ecstasy tears through me. My cum shoots out, straight into her mouth, and I feel the convulsions of her throat as she swallows it down.
Then it’s all too much sensation, and I pull away from her, my cock gleaming with her spit in the moonlight.
Abi falls back on her heels, looking stunned and beautiful with her glossy, swollen lips. For a moment, all we can do is stare at each other.
Then I can’t stand it anymore. I kneel down, my softening cock wet against my thigh, until I’m eye-level with her. She looks into my killing face, and I can feel all these disparate emotions crashing around inside her. I would do anything to calm them, but I don’t know how.
So I just cup her face. She jolts a little but doesn’t look away from me.
“I didn’t expect you to do that,” I murmur.
Her hand snakes up and lies over mine. She’s afraid. She’s been afraid. But she’s all turned on again. I can smell the sweetness of it, and part of me wants to devour her again, outhere in the graveyard, until I’m hard again. Then we could just keep going back and forth until dawn.
But I don’t want to overwhelm her. I don’t want to frighten her away. So I peel my mask up and lean in and kiss her instead, sliding my tongue through her lips until I taste my cum on her tongue.
She kisses me back—shyly, with the faintest hint of hesitation. And I can already feel my cock rising again.
I jerk back. Abi watches me warily, and I wish, suddenly, that I wasn’t the way I am. That Rowan Hanover was a real person, not a disguise. She would be with him for real, I think.
Darkness floods through me. I run my thumb over her lips, and her eyes search my face like she’s trying to find my humanity.
I know she won’t.
“Thank you,” I say softly, and then I kiss her again, lingering this time. The truth is, I’m not Rowan Hanover. I’m not normal. I’m not sure how human I really am at all.
But I will protect her.
Abi breaks the kiss with a sigh. “Now what?” she asks.
I brush her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Go back inside,” I tell her. “Go to bed. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Abi gazes up at me, eyes glimmering.
“I promise.”
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