“Please…please!” she was moaning, and it was clear she’d forgotten where she was or the fact that there were other people around them—albeit some distance away. She was completely lost in the sensations he was giving her and so close to coming she was getting desperate.
She tugged at his hair again, redirecting his mouth back to her clit. Brav let her, loving the feeling of her showing him exactly where she needed him most. He sucked the hot bud of her clit into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around and around it once more. At the same time, he slipped two long fingers into the mouth of her pussy and slid in deep, penetrating her to the core.
He didn’t know if it was the oral stimulation or the deep penetration but he suddenly felt her whole body shudder and her soft thighs clamped hard around the sides of his head as her fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair.
“Oh!” she gasped, her hips bucking uncontrollably. “Oh, Bravik…Oh, Bravik!”
Her voice was breaking and her legs were shaking as the orgasm overcame her. Brav fucking loved it! He felt her inner muscles spasming around his fingers and tasted fresh honey as she came in his mouth, just as he had wanted her to.
At the same time, he felt his own pleasure reaching a peak. Reaching between his thighs, he fisted his shaft roughly with his free hand and stroked twice—that was all it took. With a low groan, he spent his seed on the sand even as Danielle cried out her pleasure for him and moaned his name like a prayer.
Coming, she was coming so fucking hard, Brav thought deliriously.
And he was just getting started.
Thirty-One
Danni didn’t know how many times the big Kindred made her come that evening. He was relentless, teasing orgasm after orgasm from her, lapping her gently in between to give her time to recover, and then wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs and splitting her wide to suck and tease her clit until she came again and again.
He fucked her with his tongue, just as he had promised, and it felt like it was just the two of them, locked in an endless cycle of pleasure as the Mother Stone’s pink radiance bathed them in its pulsing light and power.
Danni had never been multi-orgasmic before, but she certainly was now. Her voice grew hoarse from moaning and gasping Bravik’s name and her legs quivered from the endless pleasure. It was almost frightening, how hard he made her come—no man had ever brought her to the brink so many times. But then again, she’d never been with a man who was so hungry to taste her. Bravik was like a starving man, plundering her pussy with his tongue again and again, always craving more.
At last, Danni couldn’t take it anymore. She only had one more orgasm in her, she thought, but she sensed it was going to be a big one.
“Please,” she moaned, gripping his hair in both hands and riding his tongue shamelessly. “Oh please, Bravik, I can’t…I’m so close but I can’t take much more!”
“One more, baby.” He looked up at her, his golden-bronze eyes filled with desire—with hunger—and his mouth shiny with her juices. “Come one more time for me—give me one more taste of your honey before we stop.”
“I…I’ll try,” Danni whispered. She had no idea how the big Kindred was able to make her come so hard and so often when one or two orgasms had previously been her limit. Maybe it had something to do with the Mother Stone, pulsing its powerful radiance down upon them. Or maybe she’d just never been with the right man before, she thought. One who craved her pleasure like a miser craves gold.
“Good girl,” Bravik growled. “Come for me one more time. Spread your soft little pussy and come hard while I taste you.” As he spoke, he slipped two fingers inside her again. Danni felt him crook them upward and began rubbing a spot deep inside her as he went back to lapping her clit.
G-spot! she thought deliriously as waves of pleasure began building again. God, how did he know how to find it so perfectly? Even both of the guys she’d almost married had been clueless about that, but Bravik seemed to know her body like the back of his hand. Was that another Kindred talent—the ability to know exactly how a woman needed to be touched to bring her pleasure and make her come?
Suddenly her pleasure peaked again and all thoughts were swept from her mind.
“Oh!” she gasped, her toes curling as she pressed forward against his mouth. “Oh, God—Oh, Bravik, yes!”
This last orgasm was the strongest—and the deepest—she had ever experienced. Danni felt it welling up from inside her and spilling over, like a cup overflowing, as warm tingles of pleasure swept over her entire body.