Page 74 of Ex Somnis

I seal my mouth over her clit and suck, tongue flicking in tight circles while my fingers stroke a slow rhythm inside her. No rushing. I want her to feel every second of this.

Every second I couldn’t touch her.

Lennon’s back arches hard off the bed. “Ridge!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I crook my fingers again, pressing firmly, and her thighs clamp around my head like she’s trying to keep me there forever.

Good. I don’t plan on going anywhere.

I work her harder, tongue flat and broad, then pointed and fast, fingers pumping deep, curling on every stroke. Wet sounds fill the room as her hips start rolling against my face, chasing my mouth, chasing my fingers, and I groan into her because she’s so fucking beautiful like this, all naked, desperate, and mine.

“God, Ridge, I’m… please…”

“Come on my fingers.” I suck her clit hard, tongue flicking mercilessly while I thrust my fingers faster, curling, rubbing, demanding. “Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

Her whole body seizes, followed by a broken cry tearing out of her as she comes, pulsing and soaking my fingers and chin. Her thighs shake violently around my ears, her hands fisting my hair as though she’ll never let go. I keep working her through it, easing my tongue but not stopping, drawing every last shudder and whimper out of her until she’s trembling and gasping my name like a prayer.

When her thighs finally loosen, I press one last, slow lick through her slit, tasting her release, then slip my fingers out. I crawl up her body, trailing wet kisses over her stomach, the underside of her breast, her throat, until I’m braced over her.

Her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

Fucking beautiful.

I bring my glistening fingers to her mouth and trace her lower lip. “Open.”

She immediately does and sucks my fingers clean with a soft, needy sound that goes straight to my dick. Her tongue curls around them, and I swear under my breath.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I whisper hoarsely, then lean down and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “And we’re not even close to done.”

I give her exactly two seconds to catch her breath before I’m moving again.

I stand and grab her by the waist, pulling her up with me. She’s still trembling, but I don’t let her settle. I turn her around fast, bending her over the edge of the bed until that perfect, round ass is up and presented for me like an offering.

Fuck.

I stand there behind her, palm flat between her shoulder blades, watching her back rise and fall while she waits, hips shifting like she can’t help it, like being looked at is its own kind of torment.

“Stay like that,” I tell her roughly. “Don’t move.”

She goes still, obedient and shaking, and I let her hold that position one breath longer than either of us wants, to feel her want.

Then my clothes dissolve before I even think it, and I’m so hard it aches, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks and slide it through her soaked slit in one long, slow drag.

The wet heat of her pussy against me nearly whites me out.

“Shit,” I hiss out through my teeth.

She pushes back against me with a needy little sound, and I can’t help but slap her ass. “You think you deserve my dick after how you left me?” Another slow slide through her wet heat, teasing her entrance. “After how you fucking sacrificed yourself?”

“I wanted to⁠—”

“Nuh-uh.” I cut her off with another hard slap, watching how her ass jiggles and flushes pink. “You can tell me everything after I’ve made this perfect-fucking-pussy mine.”

I line up and push inside her in one brutal thrust.

Holy fucking shit.

She’s tight, hot, soaking, and the feeling of her squeezing around me is so intense my vision flickers. Her dreamscape wavers at the edges. For one terrifying second, I feel the pull of waking life trying to yank me out. I go completely still inside her, buried to the hilt, breathing hard through my nose.