Page 122 of This Life and All the Rest
It’s almost too much.
“You finished?” Macon rumbles, his hand snaking into my vision and gripping his erection.
I bite my lip as he squeezes himself, then pumps once slowly.
“If you’re done eye-fucking me, I’d really like to fuck you for real.”
My mouth drops open with a surprised laugh as my attention shoots to face. He’s smiling, his blue eyes dancing with mirth, and I find that just as much of a turn-on as his naked body.
The spirit of the boy I fell for in the body of the man I love.
“I’m finished.”
I scoot farther back on the bed and drop my legs open, exposing myself to him fully. He groans, his eyes glued to the apex of my thighs as he strokes himself.
“Look at you,Astraea,” he rasps, taking two steps forward then climbing on the bed. “Just fucking look at you.”
He lowers himself between my legs and presses kisses down my inner thigh. He bites the soft area just above my clit, teasing me, before moving to my other thigh and covering it with kisses.
I feel myself growing wetter, can feel it dripping down my inner thighs, and just as I’m about to reach down and rub my clit, Macon moves to my pussy and licks it with the flat of his tongue before circling around my clit and sucking.
“Yes,” I whimper, raising my hips off the bed. “Yes.”
He hums against me, swirling around my clit before dropping back to my opening and shoving his tongue inside me. He rubs at my clit with his thumb as his tongue thrusts in and out of my pussy.
Fuck, it feels so good, and I pulse my hips up and down off the bed. I grab my breasts and squeeze, before pinching my own nipples, toying with the metal piercings.
“More, Macon,” I say, and he slips two fingers into me, making me cry out. “Macon. Macon, yes.”
He plays with my body like he owns it, and I suppose he does, curling his fingers inside me and sucking on my clit until I see stars. When I come, I clamp my thighs around his head, but he forces them back open and holds his forearm down on my pelvis.
“I’m not done yet,” he says, growling against me.
His tongue flicks faster, his fingers thrust harder.
“Oh god, oh god,” I cry out. “Macon. I can’t...I’m going to...”
My legs are quaking with the need to close around him. My hips are bucking against his strong arm. Tears are leaking from my eyes from the overwhelming sensations, the heightened sensitivity of my clit and his unrelenting, wicked mouth.
He grazes his teeth over me, and I moan and shake.
“Come for me again,Astraea.” He bites down and I jerk upward with a gasp. “Come on my face, so I can taste you for weeks.”
He flicks his tongue fast, and I come a second time with a strangled cry.
“Good girl,” he says, his words vibrating over my swollen pussy, and I’m aching for him all over again.
Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.
That praise on Macon’s tongue, falling from his lips.
I thought I was done being the good girl, but lying naked underneath Macon, reeling and tingling from my orgasm, I’m dying to be her again.
He presses one last kiss to my clit before trailing his lips up my torso, biting once on my nipple, before taking my mouth.
He’s wet with me, his lips and tongue tasting of my orgasm. I claw at his back, scraping my nails down to his waist, then gripping the firm globes of his ass. Fuck, every part of him is sexy.
I thrust my hips, rubbing my swollen, wet core over his hardness, and he groans.
