I save that thought for another day and tease her folds with my free fingers. She arches her back, her temperature rising. When I feel she’s close, I thrust my tongue inside her opening.
Glyndon jerks in my hold and whimpers. My movements become more controlled as I ram in and out of her opening, tongue-fucking her as if my dick is deep inside her. Then I eat her out until she’s shuddering and her fingers tug at my hair.
When I feel the wave subsiding, I lift my head and meet her half-open eyes.
“Oh, my God,” she breathes out.
“That’s right, your god. Worship at my altar, baby.”
I lick my lips, doing a show of darting my tongue out to catch every drip of her intoxicating arousal. I’ve never cared for eating pussy, but I could feast on hers for fucking eternity.
“You’re finally awake, sunshine. I was getting bored. Though the nude show was a nice distraction. Did I mention that I love it when you’re naked? Just for me, though, because if anyone else sees you naked, we’ll have a homicide on our hands, and that would just be tragicandcomplicated.”
Her stomach and tits are still rising and falling in an irregular rhythm as she swallows. “You…didn’t.”
“What? Commit homicide? Not yet, but my brother thinks it’s a matter of when, not if.”
“I meanthis.” She tries to push back, but my hold on her thighs keeps her pinned in place. “Did you just go down on me while I was asleep?”
A grin lifts my lips. “You couldn’t have been that asleep if you came all over my tongue. Also, I told you that your foul, pretty mouth turns me on, so unless you’re in the mood for round twenty, you should restrain it for a bit.”
A crimson hue covers her cheeks and she turns her head to the side, her fingers digging into the sheets. Then, because she likes provoking me for sport, she tries to pull her leg from my hold again.
“Don’t do that.” I pinch her clit and she gasps, the sound affecting me more than should be allowed. “If you attempt to withdraw from me again, it’ll only piss me off.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I rejoice at being touched by you? Throw a party or something?”
“Watch it.” My jaw tightens.
“Or what? You’ll fuck me?” She huffs. “You already got the virginity kink out of your system.”
“That’s only the beginning, not the end, baby.” I let her legs fall to the mattress and crawl over her body until my chest covers hers. Then realizing I’m probably crushing her, I flip us so that my back meets the mattress and she’s on top of me.
To make sure she doesn’t try any funny business, I trap her legs between mine and I let my fingers get lost in her hair, messing it up a little.
Messingherup a little.
Sometimes, she’s so perfect it pisses me the fuck off.
Because while Gareth’s words mean shit to me, he’s right about the shell part. She has a core. I don’t.
The fact that our differences will always be a wall between us fills me with more rage.
She leans on her hands that are on my chest and lifts her head to stare down at me with a furrowed brow. “The beginning, not the end? What is that supposed to mean?”
“Beats me,” I say absentmindedly, watching the path my fingers make through her brown-blonde hair and down her throat. My senses are currently obsessed with the booming pulse point that nearly pops out of her greenish vein.
I wonder how it looks on the inside, in the middle of all the blood. What else could I find?
But that would mean I’d have to open her up for it, like all those postmortem patients, and the idea sends a queasy feeling to my stomach.
If I do see inside her, I’ll lose her voice, her warmth, her temper, and even her irritating fight. Everything.
I don’t want her dead.
Fuck.
I actually don’t want her dead and I’m ready to fight my demons so they’ll abandon the urge to see inside her.