Page 18 of Velvet Varnish

She breathes deeply and moves her hands, guiding mine downwards while I drag her underwear with me. I groan at the sight.

I’m on my knees forIsla.She’s really here. Naked, save her bra, waiting formeto pleasure her. I dive at her before I wake up, before I realise this isn’t real, and it’s taken from me. I drag my tongue across her slit and her body shudders above me.

Except it is real.

I get to do this for her, and I’ll do it as long as she’ll have me.

Eternity if she allows it.

Swirling my tongue across her clit, I nip it gently, and she jumps and pants for breath. Her hands are on my shoulders again, brushing back and forth, clutching them and digging into my hair.

I love it. I love her.

Having her hands on me grounds me and reminds me this isn’t a dream.

“Take this off.” She yanks my shirt up.

I whip it over my head and fall forward to devour her, licking all the skin I can. My hands grip her ass, clutching her to me. A groan rips from me when her hands touch my bare shoulders.

I leave one hand massaging her ass to make sure she can’t leave while my other hand comes forward to hold her open. I create a V with my fingers, spreading her open to lick and suck, urged on by her panting, and her nails scratching my skin. I thrust my tongue inside her and she moans, so I do it again, and again. Eating her out, taking anything she’s willing to give me. She tastes like soap and Isla.

I go back to sucking her clit and push a finger inside her slowly. Her walls flutter around me as I thrust gently a few timesand add another finger, readying her for me, for us. I crook my fingers in her and lick her clit. She’s so close. I can feel it.

She pushes on my shoulder—different from before—and it takes me a moment to realise she wants me to let her go. Removing my fingers quickly, I sit back.

Before I can ask if I did something wrong, she collapses on my lap, her arms wrap around me, legs straddling my hips. Her bare skin soaks my jeans on top of my cock.

I groan at the contact.

“You didn’t like it?” I stroke her hips. If she didn’t like it, I’ll improve and figure out what she likes best. What makes her tremble.

Isla kisses me, brushing her tongue against mine, inadvertently tasting herself. “I did, but I want to be closer to you. To feel you.” She rocks her hips against mine and I groan.

Her cheeks are flushed, and she unhooks her bra to throw behind her. My eyes lock on the new skin revealed, her perfect breasts bared to me. My hands cup the soft skin and I suck in a breath, kneading gently, thumbs rubbing her brown nipples. Her breath catches.

She unhooks the button on my jeans. “Take these off. Then you can play.” She smirks and gets off my lap.

I miss her heat already. I stand and strip my jeans off with my briefs for good measure, chucking them blindly behind me. Before I can sit, Isla grasps my hips, stilling my movements and keeping me standing. I freeze and watch her take me in. Her eyes scan my body, branding me as she focuses on my erection.

A smile spreads across her face, and I narrow my eyes. She leans closer to me, licking a strip up my cock. My muscles tighten, and I suck in a sharp breath. She rubs distracting circles on my thighs, her hands creeping closer and closer to my balls.

“Isla, god,” I groan. Having her look up at me, her hair messy with a cheeky smile on her face, doesn’t help my resolve to focus on her.

Her hand wraps around me and pumps, her strawberry nails stark against my skin.

“What are you doing?” I ask, voice rough and tight.

“Sucking you.”

I lose all thought as she sucks me inside her mouth, licking up and down my length, taking me deeper each time, hazel eyes filling with heat when she glances at me.

Her hand cups my balls and I moan, incapable of words. I hold her hair back to see her face. I hold it loosely, not guiding her, but letting her do whatever she wants. Need to see her face while she does it. She sucks the tip of my cock and swirls her tongue across it. I jerk forward but stop myself before I hurt her.

Trying to last longer, I focus on the bookshelf. She hasn’t come yet and I refuse to come before her. My eyes lock on a particularly gruesome thriller I read a while ago. A deep groan rips from me when she does something with her tongue. Heat surrounds me and my thighs tense. I conjure the dungeon scene in my mind, but immediately lose focus. I’d forgotten I told Isla about the book a few months ago. Everything I focus on comes back to her.

Always her.

I pull myself from her with a hiss and collapse on the rug.