Page 37 of Ascension

I shudder at the sensation, nothing separating him from where I craved his touch. His lips press gently against my inner thigh. Teasingly dragging his lips slowly up towards my center. My breaths become ragged, my muscles tensing in anticipation. I feel the evidence of my desire as I picture his lips clamping around my clit.

He finally reaches the crook of my thigh, mere inches from where my body needs him. He pauses, moving his eyes to meet mine. His swollen lips plump, eyes filled with as much desire as I feel coursing through my own veins.

“Say you’ll go out with me.” His voice comes out in a soft command. Breath brushing teasingly against my core. The implication is clear, he wouldn’t be moving any further until I agree.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you, Adrian.” My voice is breathy, eagerly awaiting his next move. His grin is a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

He wraps a hand around my hips, ducking his head down once more. He wastes no time bringing his lips to my heat. Tongue swirling around my clit. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips, back arching off the bed at the flick of his tongue. I whimper in satisfaction at his slow, languid movements and savor the feel of his tongue gliding against my aching clit. My hands tighten, gripping the sheets. He slides one finger into me, and my breath catches in my throat. I feel the rumble of his moan against my clit when he realizes how wet I am for him. I rock my hips against him, urging him to move.

To my dismay, the fullness of his finger disappears, along with the delicious movement of his tongue sliding against me. I prop myself up on my elbows. Looking down at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

He slides his still-wet finger into his mouth, eyes closed, savoring my taste once more. He opens his eyes, finger popping from his mouth. His lips quirk up in a devilish grin, eyes dancing with amusement.

He rises from his knees to lean over me. His hand clasping the back of my head, lips meeting mine in a bruising kiss, letting me taste myself as his tongue meets mine.

He breaks the kiss reluctantly, bringing himself to his feet. I eye his cock, still visibly straining against his jeans. Barely catching the quick slip of burgundy fabric sliding into his pocket before meeting his eyes once more. He quickly straightens his clothes and backs away from me.

“Seriously?” Stunned by his sudden departure, I sit up, my breaths ragged in a mix of disbelief and arousal.

“To be continued.” He chuckles, eyes roving over me, desire still evident in his gaze. He groans, looking down at his still painfully hard cock, bulging against his zipper.

“Give me my panties back,” I demand, holding out a hand as if I genuinely believe this smug asshole will give them up without a fight.

“See you next week, angel.” He chuckles, strolling lazily towards the door. Apparently not caring about his very obvious erection still on full display. Looking back, he gives me one last lazy grin before closing the door behind him.

It was worth a shot. I shrug off my slight annoyance at his comment. Not wanting to admit how turned on I am at the thought of Adrian taking them with him.

I fall back on my bed, teeth gritting in frustration at all the moments of sexual tension today with no release. Exhaling, I attempt to release the tension with a simple gesture. My eyes closing, I replay the feeling of Adrian’s tongue swirling languid circles against my clit. My hand trails a path up my smooth leg along the same course his mouth took. My pussy is still bare since he took my panties.

A thrill of excitement rushes over me at the thought. My fingers lightly caress my core as they find my clit. Rubbing sensual circles there, I replay the tension in the library with Kyros, how close he was to my heat as he knelt between my legs. I imagine my fingers curling in his tousled honey-brown waves as he devours me.

My breathing is ragged, muscles tensing, the pleasure growing as my fingers continue to massage my clit. Whimpering in relief, I slide two fingers into my core. I think back to when Mateo held me to his chest, imagining his unyielding lips crushing against mine. I gasp as waves of pleasure crash over me. Finding my release, I let out a soft moan and relax into the bed, not wanting to move a muscle. A languid warmth flows through me.

I hear a dull thump against the door. The noise barely registers through my hazed consciousness, and I curl into the bed, hardly moving to slide my head up to rest against the pillow before exhaustion takes me.

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