Page 141 of Seven Lost Summers
She moans, breath caught in her throat, legs struggling to stay open as I lick her again.
I spit on her. Let it drip. Watch it mix with everything she’s already leaking. Then I suck her clit deep into my mouth, hold it there.
She cries out. The sound breaks halfway through. Her legs jerk. Her stomach pulls tight.
She’s shaking now, breathless, lost in the moment. She’s almost at the edge again, seconds from coming.
I pull away once more.
She lets out a strangled cry, voice cracking. “Fucking hell, Nate, stop teasing me.”
I smirk and press my mouth to the inside of her thigh instead, kiss the spot slowly, before dragging my tongue along her skin while she writhes. Because I’m not here to give her a quick orgasm. I’m not here to let her come easy.
I want to build the hunger.
Slowly.
I want to take her apart one pulse at a time. Hold her right at the edge and make her body burn for release until she can’t breathe. I want her aching in places she didn’t know could ache. I want her to come so hard she doesn’t only feel it in her pussy, she carries the shock in her chest, her spine, her fucking soul.
She’s going to remember this. Not because I made her scream. But because I made her wait.
Her entire body is a fucking livewire, wired so tight she’s shaking beneath my hands. I want her begging without shame.
Her hips lift again.
“Please,” she chokes.
I smirk and then I give it to her.
I press my mouth back to her clit and suck hard. No teasing. No restraint. Just full, relentless pressure. My tongue flicks fast and ruthless, dragging across the swollen nerve again and again until she cries out, her body jolting beneath me.
I slide two fingers inside her, slow at first, only to take in the way she grabs at me. She gasps. Then I curl them. Perfectly placed. Up and forward, pressing deep into the spot I already know will undo her. And when I register that spongy swell, I fuck her there. Fast. Rough. My fingers pump hard, curling with every thrust while my tongue stays locked on her clit, working her over with a pace that doesn’t give her a second to breathe.
She fucking breaks all at once.
Her body arches so high it leaves the mattress, a scream ripping from her throat. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers like a vice, pulsing in violent, rhythmic spasms. She’s coming so hard her entire body shakes, her hands clawing at the sheets.
It tears through her. Wave after wave after wave.
Not one orgasm. Not two. But a constant, unending crash that hits again and again as I keep curling my fingers, keep sucking her clit until she’s sobbing from how hard and how good the release is.
She doesn’t moan my name, she screams it. Her legs go limp. Her whole body trembles. And still, she pulses around me.
This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I don’t stop until I feel her give out. Until her back drops to the bed, thighs twitching.
I slow my touch. Ease my fingers out of her before leaning back, wiping the back of my hand across my chin. My mouth’s soaked with her, my jaw aches, and my cock is straining so hard it hurts, but fuck, I’ve never been this wired in my life.
She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. She just lies there. Chest rising hard, eyes glazed and unfocused.
Exactly how I wanted her. Exactly how I imagined her all those years ago. Only now, she’s mine.
And she knows it. Every fucking inch of her knows it.
Chapter 24
Quinn
