Page 47 of Shadows Of Dusk

“I-, I’ve never...” I bite the inside of my lip and our eyes meet.

He raises a brow.

“You’re telling me you’ve never been worshipped before?” His voice is deep with heat, but he asks as if the idea of it is incredulous.

I nod.

There’s not a single word I can muster right now seeing his head between my thighs.

He chuckles darkly, the warm air feathering over my bare center and I fight the urge to clench my legs together.

“Well, allow me to have the honor of being the first.”

My eyes are wide as he leans in with unwavering eye contact, and I’m about to protest when he squeezes my thighs with his large hands.

“When you come for me for the first time I want to taste it. I want you to come in my mouth and I want to tongue fuck you into oblivion.”

My thighs clench at his filthy words, but he holds them still as he grins at my reaction and my clit throbs. He leans in, casting his warm breath over my wet pussy, and he licks once up the length of my soaked center before swirling his tongue around my clit.

“Caspian, my god.” I gasp and my hips buck against his tight grip on my thighs.

He works my body expertly, and soon my orgasm crests. As he slides his fingers in and sucks at my clit, I moan loudly with desperation.

I’m so fucking close.

“That’s right. Right now, I’m your God. Now clench that tight, filthy pussy around my fingers and let me feel you come.”

His words undo me as he works my body with precision, and my eyes squeeze shut.

My orgasm rocks through my body as he rhythmically thrusts against me and I ride out each wave of pleasure.

I’m panting my eyes snap to his as he pulls his fingers out and puts them into his mouth, sucking my arousal off before leaning in between my legs and using his tongue to get every last remnant of my orgasm.

It’s as if I’m a four-course meal, and he’s quite literally cleaned the plate. Having no prior experience with this kind of intimacy, I have no clue if this is typical.

Can it really be that enjoyable for him?

Once sated, he crawls over my limp body, kissing me deeply before pausing to rest his forehead against mine.

“You should get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us.” He breathes and extends a hand to help me up.

My head is foggy from the afterglow of my orgasm, and I still can’t believe that happened. I hardly know him, and truth be told, I don’t know that I really trust him, but somehow I was okay with what we just did.

My cheeks flush as the mental image of his head between my legs comes into my mind.

Alright, I was more than okay with it.

Still, I know that something doesn’t seem quite right between us. He holds too many secrets close to his chest for me to trust him, and I have this nagging paranoia that keeps telling me to wait for the other shoe to drop.

I accept his help to stand up and nod in answer to his question, keeping to my thoughts.

“I’ll be in the other room, just call out if you need me.” He leans over and his lips brush against my temple before he goes to leave.

“Caspian.”

He turns to look at me, “Yes?”

“That will never happen again,” Relief fills me when my voice holds steady.