Page 165 of Dare
Flare kissed back, lashing her tongue with mine and scraping the ridges of my back. She tasted of figs and fire. Sweet. Scorching. My mouth loathed to remain still, breaking from her swollen lips and charging down her throat.
The momentum kicked her body backward. I roped my arm around Flare’s waist to protect her from hitting the tabletop, and she flung out her hand to brace herself. Hooking her thighs to my hips, she bowed at a steep angle, granting me unhampered access to her pulse.
I could swallow that pounding button. I could devour her heartbeat.
“Jeryn … ahh,” Flare moaned as I glided my teeth up her ear. “You know … ‘Fuck the food’ isn’t exactly … healthy for a doctor to say.” She flung her head farther back. “What happened to … all those lectures … about nourishment?”
“I’ll nourish you,” I professed into her skin.
“And eating properly?”
“I’ll eat you.”
So help me, I would splay her out like a banquet. I would dine on every inch of flesh. I would feast on her wet pussy until she came across this table. I would make a fucking meal out of her. And in doing so, she would consume me whole.
“Eating me might hurt,” Flare cautioned, breathless.
I launched upright, pulled her flush against my chest, and thumbed her chin. “I will never hurt you.” My lips quirked. “Unless you want me to.”
“Mmm. I might like a side of pain with my climax. Though the pleasure might be so good, it’ll become agonizing.”
“I’m a physician. I’ll lick your wounds.”
“Now that you mention it, I do feel some curious tingles. Maybe I need to be checked, to make sure I have the strength to handle you.”
Oh, she could fucking handle me more than anyone on this continent. Nevertheless, my mouth ticked sideways. Doctor-patient kink. We’d done this before, except presently I had none of my tools within arm’s reach.
“Sensible,” I agreed, stalking my mouth over hers. “You are due for a general exam.”
Technically, I had conducted one of these on her already. Or rather, several of them purely for my peace of mind. This forest would not harm my little beast, or I would pull every tree from its roots. In any case, those sessions had been in earnest, not out of foreplay.
I braced one of her feet on the table’s edge, the position exposing the glistening seam of her labia. Fucking hell.
My fingertips skidded across her toes. “Phalanges,” I murmured as though checking off a list.
Flare panted as I traced along her shin. “Tibia,” I continued.
My scalpel knife was the only medical apparatus currently in my possession. I withdrew the weapon, flicked out a pronged lever, and used it to sketch the knee of her dangling limb. “Patella.” She yipped as I lightly tapped the flat against that spot, her leg kicking upward in response. “Reflexes.”
From there, I skimmed up her thigh. “Femur.”
The lever grazed from her hips to her stomach. Then across the center of her chest. “Sternum.” Then to her hands, where I kissed her fingers. “Phalanges again.”
Pausing for effect, I ducked the tool between her legs, the edge brushing through the curls of her pussy. “Pelvis,” I groaned, observing her slit getting wetter. “Slick and flushed.”
“Is that good?” Flare husked.
With a jerk of my wrist, I closed the instrument and chucked it aside. “Very good.”
She keened as I reclined her backward and splayed her limbs wide. Her heels rested on the ledge, all of her spread out for me. A study in eroticism and stimulation. “Relax,” I said while picking open the closures of her shirt. “Ease your muscles for me.”
On another moan, she went slack. Her tits spilled from the neckline, the nipples ruching, followed by curves and hips. The sight of Flare’s parted mouth, beauty-marked by a single fleck of sand in the crook of her lips, robbed me of breath. She fucking suffocated me without so much as brushing my throat.
On a groan, I dove in. Hunching over her, I devoured each place I’d examined. Kissing, sucking, biting. She shook across the table, her whines cementing into cries when I stretched fully onto the table, whipped her upright above me, sat her on my face, and dipped between her thighs.
Holding her legs astride my head, I plied the tip of my tongue up her cunt and ended at her clit. Repeatedly, I laved her until she was drenching my mouth. Then I latched onto the sensitive crest of skin and sucked like a deprived creature.
Flare crushed my hair in her fists and writhed above the table, the volume of her sobs escalating. Sucking her clit raw, I eased my tongue back to her crease and pumped my tongue between her flanks, soaking her thoroughly.