Page 142 of Dare
Flare sighed as I massaged her deeply, the back of her scalp lulling onto my shoulder. Grinning to myself, I rolled my knuckles down to the scapulas, then to her tailbone.
The head of my cock broadened. Her relaxed moans did this, as did the sweep of her ass into my pelvis.
“That,” she heaved. “I like that.”
Good. So very good.
I flexed my fingers against her until she became boneless. Stroking her hips. Stroking the pleat of her cunt. Stroking the top of her clit. Stroking the backs of her knees. I ministered to every contour.
“There,” she encouraged. “I like it there.”
How I favored instruction. How I appreciated candor.
Flare was wrong. She knew a lot about what she liked.
Doctors preferred using tools, but without any at my disposal, I sought an alternative. Reaching overhead, I picked a leaf with a slender, white tip that contrasted marvelously with her complexion.
I rushed its point across her mouth, along her jaw, down the profile of her body. Flare gave a surprised gasp. Intrigue filled the sound, the stimulation plying her with goosebumps.
Tilting my head, I glimpsed her eyelids falling shut. She bent into me, her buttocks rocking against my dick. I sucked in air but resisted the urge to thrust. The leaf quivered over her waist, over the split of her buttocks, and under the water.
Chuffing into her ear, I inquired, “This?”
Tucking the stem between her thighs, I caressed the lips of her pussy. To which, Flare mewled, “Yes.”
The entreaty sent a bolt of heat to my cock. I swabbed her with the stem, its plumelike tip etching the folds, sketching the shape of her clitoris until I imagined it swollen.
She would be dilated. She would be dripping and hollow.
Abrasive moans spilled from her lungs. Her wild pulse rammed into my own.
Reaching in front of her, I gripped the spring’s ledge with one hand, desperate to restrain myself. To prolong this. To savor this. But for good measure, I sank my mouth into her shoulder and sucked, wringing another yelp from Flare.
With my free hand, I brushed her cunt raw. As I did, she swiveled her waist, riding the leaf until she was shaking.
The momentum never altered. It remained gradual. With each leisurely pass, Flare’s temperature escalated.
Intoxicated, I listened as her moans shredded into the night. The sounds increased, and her joints quaked, the impending climax wracking her body. Like a cord pulled taut, my little beast strained herself into the motions, bucking her lips while I caressed her pussy with the stalk.
She stalled. Then she broke into a fit of convulsions, her slit pouring onto the leaf while she came.
I heard and felt her pleasure down to the bone. My cock doubled in size, along with that pounding vital organ in my chest.
“That’s it,” I praised against the side of her throat. “Just like that.”
No sooner did Flare collapse, than I snatched her chin and twisted her lips up to mine. “Now give me one more.”
She would come again. Longer this time.
Breathless, Flare crushed her lips to my own. I fused us together, latching our mouths and pumping us into a lengthy kiss. Prying the seam wide, I flexed my tongue with hers, feeding on the remnants of her orgasm.
One of her palms abandoned my scalp to rest on my profile. Groaning, I put all my strength into the kiss, spearing my tongue. I could take her in a thousand ways, with a million tools, and it would never suffice.
Even now, it did not. Winter hadn’t finished with Summer yet. It could not, should not, would fucking not end with a leaf. She wanted her villain prince to make love to her, and I meant to exceed that request. Indeed, I would make her rapture my life’s work.
With my lips clamped to Flare’s, I chucked aside the stem and licked into the heat of her. My palms cupped her tits, the nipples ruching. Flare keened into my mouth, her pleasure vibrating down my throat.
Pinning her to the spring, I nudged my waist into the split of her thighs. With eager motions, Flare scissored her limbs farther and arched her ass. A jagged sound fled my lungs, my hands seizing her hips and positioning her.