Page 60 of Juniper Unraveling

So I do.

Tingles climb from my toes, shooting up my spine to the back of my head, where they explode into a wash of warm pleasure. My body jerks and spasms with each subsequent contraction that rushes through my muscles, and I slam the pillow to my face in time to cry out into the cotton barrier.

“Oh, God!” I arch into it, letting it seize every muscle in my body in some possession of passion.

My bones turn weak and useless, every muscle relaxed and spent. Breaths arrive slower, and the dizzy drunkenness settles over me as Six lifts the pillow from my face, exposing the after effects of my first orgasm.

A glossy shine coats his lips, which he licks away, and when he shoves his glistening fingers into his mouth, sucking on my juices, another spasm rushes through me. His darkly erotic eyes remind me of an animal’s, as he crawls up my body.

What he wants is clear on his face, but instead of taking it, he lies down beside me, pulling me into him. His erection presses into me, the hardness against my back as he grinds himself in false play.

I sit up from the bed, facing him, and run my finger along the scar at his chest. Leaning into him forces him back, and I crawl over his body, straddling him. My bare sex presses into his stomach, and his muscles flex beneath me.

He shudders and an invisible force tugs his chest, his hands sliding up my thighs as he lifts his head to look where I’m seated against him.

Exhaling a breath, he tips his head back, his hips rolling, spreading my wetness across his skin.

“Six, I want to give you the same,” I whisper.

His body turns rigid and stills.

I back myself down over his groin to his legs, but pause at the sharp grip of my arm.

He shakes his head.

“Yes,” I argue. “Please. I want to.”

His fingers grip tight to my chin, but quickly soften with the upturn of his brows.

“Are you scared?”

His tongue sweeps across his lips, and he nods.

I’m scared, too, but I don’t say as much. A number of times, I’ve read scenes from my books, wherein the woman takes the man into her mouth, but reading about it is not the same as when faced with the actual act. Still, I want to return the favor. I want this poor, abused soul to feel and know pleasure. And I want to be the one to give it to him. “Don’t be. I promise I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?”

His eye twitches, but he nods, falling back onto the bed.

Trailing kisses down his stomach, I make my way to his pants, which I unbutton and glide over his perfectly sculpted, scar-riddled hips. I hardly notice his scars, anymore, though. They’re a part of him, etched deeper than the surface of his skin.

I take a moment to kiss the few scattered across his stomach, and when his fingers tangle in my hair, I glance up to see him staring down his body at me.

Dipping my head, I kiss another scar, and another, making my way lower and lower.

His penis lies erect before me, against his stomach. The map of veins over the surface pulse, feeding his hardness that’s thick enough to make me wonder if it’ll fit inside my mouth. The scent of cedar wood clings to his skin, and a scant amount of clear fluid collects at the tip, twitching my tongue with the urge to taste it.

I drag my tongue across the salty flavor, and Six jerks against my mouth. In my periphery, his hands fist the sheets, and I assume that’s a good thing, because he doesn’t try to stop me. With the fluid coating my tongue, I close my mouth around the tip of him, breathing in the heady scent of his arousal.

A quiet groan escapes his lips, and as his thighs steel beneath my sex, rubbing against him brings forth the realization that my juices are flowing again. Sucking him turns me on just as much.

I glide my lips down his shaft until his tip hits the back of my throat. A cough sputters behind it, and I sense him lifting his head. When his fingers nudge my lips, I bat them away, sucking him from the base to the tip and back down again.

Another moan echoes in the room, and Six bucks beneath me. I wonder if the pace is enough, if I’m too fast or slow, but then his fingers tangle in my hair and Six guides my pace, setting me into a comfortable rhythm.

His flavor is exquisite, and the feel of him filling my mouth has me sucking him with fervor. Salty skin puckers my taste buds, as I bob against his groin, settling into a cadence that seems to suit him.

His hips roll beneath me in time to my sucking, thrusting upward into my mouth. Deeper. I curl my hand at the base of his shaft to steady him, and my other hand wanders lower, to his testicles.

His moans turn into staccato breaths, hips bucking wildly with each stroke. Fists clutching the sheets at either side of him, he grunts and groans. I catch a glimpse of the veins popping out of his neck, as he tilts his head back into the pillow.