Page 141 of Dare

Wholly naked. Skin on skin.

I relished the stimulation, the profound sensation of her body heating my own. Then I sought more. Summoning additional patience, I let my fingers roam.

Beneath the spring, the pads of my digits traced her outer thighs. Flare shivered, her hands diving into my hair. Encouraged, I ghosted my touch to the ovals of her ass, spanning and kneading the swells. Such an expansive shape for such a tiny figure. She carried it magnificently.

I hummed, learning what my hands did to the beast, committing to memory how she flushed while being idolized.

Taking the afforded time, I slid my palms up the ladder of her vertebrae, then down again. Circling to her pussy, I rasped, “Spread them.”

Nodding, Flare split her limbs. With an appreciative groan, I crooked my digits and rowed an index finger along the crevice, which leaked onto my skin. Her head flung back, and her mouth opened, a frail moan filtering into the canopy.

Hard as a rock, I ascended to the peg of skin rising from her center, the clit swollen and delicate. My thumb patted the flesh, the pressure light and coaxing as more whines fell from the pit of Flare’s throat.

That glorious, unmarked throat.

Uttering a hoarse noise, I tucked my head into the corner of her neck. My mouth plied her with open kisses, my tongue swiping over where the tattoo collar had disappeared. And Flare dissolved, sagging in my arms.

While I devoured her pulse point, my fingers wandered. Combing through the hair of her pussy. Traveling across her stomach. Climbing her sternum. While sucking on her neck, I pinched her nipples and stroked her tits, then ran my hands along her arms.

Fern trees slumped overhead, their branches hanging like tassels. Steam from this bath coiled into the air, eventide having descended fully.

I lapped my tongue, kissing her throat the way I kissed her mouth. My lips folded over her skin and tugged. Meanwhile, I edged my fingers along her wrists and the curve of her waist.

She liked this. Her thighs inched wider, demonstrating as much. My little beast enjoyed being sampled like a vixen, catered to like an empress. Further proof of this oozed from her cleft and smeared the ledge of my cock.

The gap of her legs bade me entrance, my hips slipping between them. Yet I needed her wetter. As I had often taught myself, I could do better.

So much better.

I tracked every sigh like a hunter, tested every inch of flesh like an experimenter. With a subtle growl, I dragged my mouth down her throat. There, I skated my incisors across her clavicles.

Flare bowed into me, her grip on my scalp tightening. “Oh,” she whined.

“Like this?” I crooned against her. “Is this good?”

She nodded. And so I rode my teeth across her collarbones, then licked into the basin. “And this?”

In response, her fingernails bit into my skull, and my mouth slanted. “Tell me,” I demanded. “Show me.”

As I lifted my head, Flare dropped her disoriented gaze to mine. She clung to me, the confession tremulous on her tongue. “I don’t … I don’t know everything I like.” Her hands fell to my cheekbones. “Only the things I’ve felt with you.”

My retinas burned. From his grave, I would raise the man who’d fucked her while caged, then snap each of his bones for failing to please her, for seeking only his release and disregarding her need for respite. If the effects had not lasted, he hadn’t been doing it right.

But I fucking would. Seething internally, I gave a languid jut of my cock against her soft pussy. The brunt caused her mouth to fall open.

I spoke into her lips, quoting her earlier suggestion. “Let us find out.”

The front of her body had been tended to. That left the rest.

I wheeled her around. Filaments of mist writhed into the air, and the water rippled with our movements. Anticipation magnified her exhalations, her chest pitching into the spring’s rim.

First, I nibbled on her ear while skating my palms down her arms. “Teach me when you enjoy it.” Lifting those arms up and behind, I threaded her fingers over my nape. “And say it.”

Again, she bobbed her head. There was a time when Flare had questioned how I understood what she said, even with her face turned away. By now, she knew.

I heard everything.

My thumbs kneaded her shoulders, loosening the kinks. Pressure. Anatomy. Pacing. These things, I knew well.