Guiding the rest of her panties down her legs, I helped her step out before diving under her skirt. Staring at the treasure between her legs, I cupped her ass and brought her heat to my mouth. As I nuzzled it, I slipped my tongue out to slowly tease along the seam, tasting her from the source. The heady flavor was my undoing.
Unable to help myself, I moaned, feeling her shiver as it reverberated through her body. The tip of my tongue circled her clit slowly, teasing it from under its hood. It was her turn to moan as she arched her back, pressing her hips harder into my mouth as she dug her shoulders into the cabin for support.
I continued my lazy circles along the edge of her clit until it pulsed against my kiss. Finally, I sucked it into my mouth, enjoying how she gasped suddenly, and her fingers yanked my hair. Nothing wrong with a bit of pain with your pleasure. I scraped my teeth along her clit, making her tremble.
“Oh, Jesus. Don’t stop! I’m so close,” she whimpered as I continued my magic, pulling one hand away from her ass as I brought it forward, slipping between us. I teased her entrance, rimming this too at first and not penetrating her completely but alighting all her nerve-endings. That was all it took.
Her legs clamped around my head as a sudden rush came from her core. Refusing to let anything go to waste, I pulled my hand away quickly, replacing it with my tongue as I drank in every drop she had to offer.
It was worth it. My Bexley tasted like honey and mead, a treat meant only for the gods. Even though I knelt before her, worshipping her like she was the Goddess, and I was nothing but a lowly peon, undeserving of the attention she flattered me with. And what a Goddess was she.
I laughed and slurped the last of her offering as the aftershocks of her orgasm rushed through her body. While some may have pulled themselves away at that point, I was just getting started.
Pulling my tongue away, I replaced it with my fingers, wasting no time as I curled two into her, stroking against her G-spot and pressing hard on her clit with my thumb.
“Ready to go again?” I asked, giving myself a moment to breathe because this time, when I leaned in to devour the meal before me, I intended to truly drown myself in it. I didn’t need air to survive. I only needed her.
A nonsensical and mumbled reply came from above, but it sounded consenting whatever she said. So, I picked up the pace of my fingers, fucking her hard enough that each stroke rubbed against those delicious spots inside her that would make her tremble and cry. My mouth returned to its feast, pressing my mouth and nose so hard against her as I licked and sucked with feverish abandon.
She moved like she didn’t know what to do with her body and could not withstand all the pleasure I was offering her. Nothing would stop this assault. Nothing until the last of her cries escaped her lips, and the whole neighborhood of staff cabins heard my goddess was being worshipped as she deserved.
It wasn’t long until I built her up again, the first trembles of her body warning me of what was to come. Regretful as I was not to be able to grasp her juicy ass, I pulled my hand away, needing it to milk everything out of her that she had to give me. I wanted her spent and boneless when I was done fucking her relentlessly with my fingers and my mouth sucking her clit like it was a cherry lollypop.
I pressed my other hand against her belly, applying enough pressure to make her whisper-cry. “I’m coming again!”
A flood of hot, wet juice erupted from her, soaking me with everything she had. “Oh, no! Oh, God … Oh, God … Fuck!” She was breathless, unable to pull herself together until she finally finished coming and slumped between me and the cabin. Freeing myself from under the fabric, I rose, wrapping my arms around her waist to keep her upright.
I grinned as her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me, shaking her head. “What the hell did you do?”
My grin grew wider as I kissed her nose and lips. “I made you squirt, baby girl. And I loved every second of it. You taste like heaven and hell mixed together, and if I lived on nothing else for the rest of my life, you would be all I ever need.”
Chapter10
Bexley
I hatedthat I had to work.
All I wanted to do was spend time with Bastian, but I’d switched shifts with a coworker to be able to spend the last couple of days with him. As my penance, I had to work today. The upside meant Bastian spent time with his family without kids, leaving Tommy and Sophie at the kids’ club, giving me a chance to get to know them better. The more time I spent with his adorable children, the more I pictured myself as a mom.
I could picture myself pregnant, lying in bed next to Bastian, his hand rolling over my belly, waiting to feel the thump of his unborn child. I imagined him cradling a swaddled infant, feeding it in the middle of the night so I could sleep. I could picture lying on the couch, cuddling with it and my feet resting on Bastian’s lap while Tommy and Sophie played on the ground in front of us.
I could picture it all, and the image of our happy family filled me with so much love. It felt like the sun itself was radiating from inside my belly.
Since arriving at Mountain Resort this summer, I was inspired to write for the first time. So, while I took my hour break, I grabbed my guitar and a notebook and headed out to a picnic table, where I set up my salad and the notebook. Strumming a few chords to get myself situated, my eyes drifted toward Houseman cabin. Was Bastian inside thinking about me half as much as I was about him?
Strumming another chord, I played the melody to an unwritten song, humming along to a tune that still didn’t have words. I played and tweaked before scribbling down the chord progression in the notebook, marking the spots where the tune would be.
Closing my eyes, recent memories flashed in my mind, filling me with the happiness that Bastian’s hand in mine created. When he wrapped his arms around me, I felt so safe. Safer than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. But when we fooled around, it was like something else … He was a beast, and I loved every second of it. Though, we still hadn’t gotten the chance to go all-in.
It was crazy to think it had been almost a week, and I felt so seriously about him that I was willing to throw away everything I had once dreamed of to have my fantasy family with him.
It should’ve scared me, but it didn’t. It was the muse I had been waiting for as I stroked the strings, singing like my life depended on it.
“Spent these years sleepwalking,
Like a passerby in my own life.
Blink, and I could’a missed it.