Page 96 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars
“I haven’t had a shower yet,” she protests.
“Don’t care.” I kiss the inside of her thighs.
She doesn’t resist, although I’m sure I hear her whisper, “Oh my God…”
I know that no other man will have done this for her, and I glow at the thought that I can be her first.
“Try to relax,” I say, lowering down between her legs.
That makes her give a nervous giggle. “Yeah, right,” she says.
I chuckle, rub the outside of her thigh, and kiss her hip. Slowly, I kiss across the gentle swell of her belly. I dip my tongue into her belly button, which makes her shiver. I press my lips to the soft, smooth triangle of skin. Then I kiss down between her legs, and finally let my tongue join in the action.
Elora gives a long, dramatic, drawn-out sigh, and my lips curve up as I continue to kiss her. Ahhh… she smells warm and sexy, and, just as I thought, she tastes divine. Hot, sweet, sticky, kinda salty nectar of the fucking gods.
I make sure to take it slow and steady, concentrating on her clit, and she tilts up her hips, the movement telling me she’s enjoying it.
“Ohhh… Linc…” she says, and then I feel her hand in my hair, her fingers tightening.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur. Lifting my head, I circle a finger over her clit, then stroke down. “Does this feel good?” I ask.
“Mmm… yes…”
I continue for a while, wanting her to get used to these different sensations at a slow pace, so she feels comfortable and safe. She’s quite wet now, and my finger slips easily through her swollen folds. I stroke down to her entrance, then tease it, inserting my finger just a fraction of an inch as I go back to licking her clit.
“Is that nice?” I ask after a while.
“Yes…”
“Do you want more, Lora?”
She sighs. “Yes…”
I slide a finger into her. Nice and slow. Caressing, exploring.
She gives a long, heartfelt moan.
I lick her for a while. Then, gently, I insert another finger. I make sure to do it very slowly and carefully, still licking and sucking her clit at the same time. I slip my fingers in and out of her, pressing up just a little, and she moans again.
Staying at that pace, I keep up a steady rhythm, and it’s not long before I feel her fingers tighten in my hair, and her breathing begins to change.
“Oh my God,” she says, her hips tilting up. “Oh my God, Linc…”
“Yeah, baby. Just let it happen.” Thrilled, I tease her swollen clit, still moving my fingers, and that’s it—her orgasm sweeps over her. She stills, her belly tightening, and then shudders, clenching around my fingers with six or seven intense pulses that leave us both groaning.
When she’s done, I extract my fingers and kiss her there before pressing my lips up her body. When I get to her breasts, I stretch out beside her and circle her nipples lazily with my tongue, and she shudders.
“Was that good for you, baby?” I murmur.
“Mmm.” Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “Thank you.”
I laugh. “My pleasure. Literally. You taste amazing.”
Her eyes widen at that, and she smacks my arm. “Linc!”
“What? You do. And it fires me up.” I nuzzle her neck, sliding my hand back down between her legs, and she groans.
“You’re trying to sex me to death, aren’t you?”
