Page 38 of Bones and Ashes

I hold 'em open. Push 'em wider. She whimpers and her hands drop to my hair, grippin' hard, tryin' to do somethin' with the sensations rollin' through her, and I feel her legs tremble against my palms. She's fightin' me. Fightin' herself. Tryin' to squeeze her thighs around my head to shut some of it off, and I won't let her.

"Legion—oh, god—Legion⁠—"

Then her mouth opens up.

"Your tongue—fuck, your tongue, baby, right there, right fuckin' there⁠—"

I pause.

Pull back just enough to look up at her over the curve of her belly, my chin wet, my fingers still workin' her slow. She's flushed all the way down to her chest and her mouth is open and she's lookin' at me like she forgot she said it out loud.

I smile. Can't help it.

"Keep talkin', baby."

"I—"

"Nah. You started it. Tell me how it feels. My tongue on your pussy. Tell me."

She makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

"It's so good—fuck, Legion, it's so good, your mouth—it's like —"

"Like what."

"Like it knows me⁠—"

"It does."

"—feels like you're—oh god—feels like you're inside me with your tongue, baby, I can feel you⁠—"

I reward her. Drag my tongue flat over her clit, slow, then flick it fast, then slow again. She jolts against my mouth.

"Keep goin'."

"Fuck—your fingers too—deep—you're so deep⁠—"

"Tell me what my tongue's doin'."

"Circles—you're—god, you're circlin' my clit and it's—oh—it's makin' me— Legion⁠—"

She loses it.

Mid-sentence. Her back bows up off the mattress and her thighs clamp down on my ears despite my hands and she comes hard against my mouth, grindin' up into me, makin' a sound I ain't heard out of her before. I ride it with her. Stay right there. Let her finish on my tongue and my fingers both, 'til she's shakin' and whimperin' and tryin' to push my head away 'cause it's too much.

I lick her clean. Slow. Savor it.

Then I crawl back up her body, let my mouth drag wet up her stomach and her chest, and I roll off to the side of her. Flat on my back. My cock so hard it's near painful against my stomach.

"Get on me."

She don't even hesitate. She rolls. Straddles me. Still shakin' from the orgasm, still catchin' her breath, but she's already reachin' down between us, linin' me up, sinkin' onto me slow.

Inch by inch.

She takes me all the way down 'til she's sittin' flush on my hips, and then she stops. Breathes. Looks down at me with her hair fallin' around her face, both hands flat on my chest.

"Ride me, baby. Slow."