Page 134 of Fallen Stars

“And let me tell you, Iloveworshipping a woman.”

The next moan was louder, and he chuckled as he finally gripped the base of his cock.

“I’d make you straddle my face and ride me, helping you rock your hips back and forth. You’d be begging to more than the gods as I just fuckingdrownedin you, and I would die a happy death that way. I bet you taste so sweet, Oceanne.”

He pumped himself up and down—hard—the way he liked it.

He heard an arrogant chuckle that surprised him. “I suppose that’s for you to find out.”

He moved faster on himself, bottling that hint of a laugh up and using it as his hardness swelled even further in his hand.

“I’m close,” he heard her whisper and moved faster himself. He wouldn’t last another minute.

“That’s what you’d scream as you continued to ride my face. I’d push my tongue deep inside of you, curling and licking. And then, just as you began tobegagain, because trust me Oceanne, you will, I would finally clamp my lips over that gorgeous, swollen rosebud andsuck.”

He heard a strangled cry, the roar of ocean waves dulling it, but he drank it with everything he had, working himself harder, faster until with a final groan, he came, spilling onto his stomach.

There was nothing but the rush of the ocean as he was lying there, panting. What thefuckhad just happened?

He waited a minute, then two, as he tried to gain his composure, wiping himself up with his discarded shirt.

“Oceanne?” he murmured.

“I’m here.”

“How do you feel?”

“Like I should have met a pirate years ago. I knew you’d have a filthy mouth.”

Adrian chuckled, relaxing as he reclined back on the net, spent and sated.

“I want to see you,” he said, finally voicing the unspoken.

There was another pause. “You can’t.”

“Why?”

“I just…enjoy what we have. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“And how could you possibly ruin it? I know you’re beautiful. Your arrogance tells me so.”

There was a delicate snort. “It’s not that I’m worried about.”

“Then what?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Fine, then how about if I kept my eyes closed, blindfolded myself even? Would you come then?”

“Maybe…”

“Then tomorrow, at the witching hour, meet me on the deck,” Adrian pleaded.

“I can’t,” Oceanne replied.

“Youcan,” Adrian replied, frustration building in him. He had never craved a woman more. “Please, Oceanne.”

There was a long pause. “Fine,” she finally replied. “But only with a blindfold.”