Page 122 of The Luna Duet

“Sorry, I just...”

“Let me help,” she whispered, twisting and stroking.

And I let her.

I was desperate for her help.

Begging for her to free me.

“That feels really good,” I murmured, unable to look at her but willing to feel what she did to me.

“Tell me how you like it.” She added pressure.

I trembled. “Like that. I like it...hard.”

“Like this?” She fisted me.

I convulsed again.

I could come from that.

I could let myself go and release before I was ever inside her.

I didn’t have to fuck her.

Didn’t have to free myself from Neri this way.

What if I can’t...?

What if it doesn’t work?

But what if I don’t try?

What if I always felt this way and never learned how to be free? Doomed to always want what I couldn’t have and never be happy?

Rhea suddenly scooted down the bed, her hair tickling my belly.

“Holy fuuuck—” I jack-knifed up and fell backward with a hiss as Rhea sucked me.

She wasn’t shy like before.

Her mouth encircled me, her tongue speared the tip, and her hand slid down my length as she deep-throated me.

A stream of my native tongue filled my head.

A barrage of curses.

A storm of lust—

Her lips crashed hotly to mine.

Her breasts crushed firmly against my wet t-shirt.

Her hands yanked at my hair, sending bolts of pain and indescribable need.

She dove her tongue deliciously into my mouth.

I convulsed.