Page 56 of Dark Verse

Her chuckle turns into a groan again when I press my lips against her clit. My tongue darts out again, and I can’t help but be pleased by the way her body reacts.

“Oh, my god.” Ven reaches down and grabs the strands of my hair. She wants more, I can tell, but I want to tease her a little longer.

“Strike two, Venny.”

I swipe my tongue from her wet entrance to her clit, and the moan she makes sends a shock directly into my balls and lower spine. I feel her rising again, but I pull back before she tips over the edge.

“I really hope you don’t strike out.”

In any other situation, I know she would have a lot to say, but I keep her fully distracted from any clever retort. She is so pent up from my licking and nipping at her relentlessly. Raven’s sounds get louder as I circle her entrance with my fingertips, but I never let her get close to any sort of release.

“I’ll give you one last try,” I say, pushing her legs open even wider until no part of her is hidden from me anymore.

“Zucchini!”

She pants. Her legs tremble, her hips buck in impatience.

I chuckle, placing a soft kiss on her thigh.

“Good girl.”

Pressing two fingers into her pussy, I latch onto her clit, driving her over that first cliff. My own desires become more urgent as everything, my fingers, my lips, my beard, gets covered in her wetness as Ven comes a second time on my fingers within a minute of the first.

At last, I pull back from her core. Sitting forward, I bring her lips to mine, letting her taste herself.

Never leaving her mouth, I ask, “Condoms?”

I know the one I have in my wallet is old, with the wrapper half-faded.

Ven reaches above her head and opens the bedside table drawer. She doesn’t even break the kiss as she pulls out a roll of pink, gold, and black condom wrappers that unspools itself. I never knew a woman being so prepared could be so sexy, but my dick is even harder at the sight.

Even as I move to roll the condom down over myself, she keeps arching her back, pressing those perfect tits of hers into my face. My mouth opens automatically, desperate to suckle on them both, her dark areolas like perfect bullseyes.

Her pussy is so wet that I slide the first two inches of myself in and meet absolutely no resistance. A feeling like the vibration of a passing car runs up the entire length of my back, my body, my heels, my calves, my ass, rocketing up my spine and settling in that space between my eyebrows. I freeze, gathering my composure once more and stopping myself from slamming my entire length into her.

“Fuck,” we both groan together as another inch pushes in.

Rotating my hips, the tip of my cock presses into every side of her channel, and Ven’s fingernails dig deep into my biceps.

“Please, Knox. I need all of you.”

Her words have me nearly unraveling, that familiar clenching starting at the base of my spine and in my balls. Jesus Christ, this really will be like my first time if I don’t slow down. It’s only from years of practice that I don’t come right there in that moment.

But I already see I will not make it all night like I planned.

“You ready, sweetheart?” I ask, looking down at her eyes seriously.

Her eyes are completely glazed with lust, but they seem to snap back into focus in that moment.

“Fuck me, Knox. Don’t stop until you fill me.”

My hips slam forward of their own accord, surprising both of us by the look on her face. The surprise instantly morphs into something ravenous, her pussy clamping down hard on me. Raven’s thighs draw me closer to her, even though there is no space left between us.

I nearly collapse on top of her, but my brain snaps back into place at the last second, and I must use my elbows to prop myself up to keep from crushing her. God, her body is so soft and perfect. Perfectly round in every place I look, her big round eyes, the perfect roundness of her lips. Her heavy, rounded breasts, her stomach. Her thick thighs cradle my body, our hips aligned. We are too close for me to punch my hips into her, so instead we rock together.

“So deep.” She groans.

Ven’s tone is so low that I don’t so much hear her words as feel them in my chest. Again, my body moves without my command, lowering more weight into her, wanting to imprint the inside of her cervix. Wanting to reshape her insides with my cock. My body feels wild, heady, and not fully here.