Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I do. I really, really do. Even though I’m so sensitive that I might lose my mind if she touches my clit properly right now, desire is still curling through me, demanding more. What I want even more, though, is to taste her. “You first.”
“Hecate.”
“Mmm, can’t hear you. Too busy thinking about your pussy.” I wriggle out of her arms and down her body. There really isn’t enough room on the couch, so I slide down to the floor on my knees. “Come here.”
“Stubborn ass.”
“If you want me to eat your ass, all you have to do is ask.”
She sits up and blinks at me, and then blinks again. “I’m still not used to this side of you.”
It hurts a little, but it’s nothing except the truth. “I know.” I slide my hands up her muscled thighs, lingering briefly on her many scars. She had a lot when we met, but she’s gained so many in the intervening years. I want to hunt down every single person who hurt her and put them in the ground, but Atalanta is no wilting flower. She’s eliminated most of her enemies.
Paris is still among the living, but I fully intend to deal with that little monster in my free time; assuming I live long enough to get free time.
None of that matters now, not when I register the fact she’s wearing my panties. The fabric is stretched tight across her hips, and I can clearly see her slit. They’re also soaked. I press my face to her pussy and inhale deeply.
Atalanta gives a sound that’s nearly a squeal. “What are you doing?”
“You smell so fucking good.” I love inspiring that sound from her, so unlike the restrained woman I’m familiar with. It’s an intimacy, her letting me in even further. So I do it again, smiling when she squirms.
“Hecate—” Whatever she was about to say morphs into a moan when I tug the panties to the side and drag my tongue through her folds.
Her taste on my tongue is divine, more than worth waiting a decade to experience. But if I’ve allowed her to drive the frenzy up to this point, I’m not going to give into it now. Atalanta deserves to be cherished, and I’m going to cherish her right into the orgasm of her life.
But first, the panties need to be gone. I reluctantly back up enough to slide them down her legs, and then I’m back, pushing her thighs wide and earning another squeal. I don’t know what it is about this that’s turning her into an entirely new version of herself, but I love this side of her just as much as her other facets.
I part her folds and allow myself half a second to soak up the sight of her, spread out for my need, looking a little shell-shocked, wearing my shirt. I stroke her gently with my thumbs. “Let me see you.”
“You’re seeing a lot of me right now,” she mutters, but she tugs up her shirt to reveal her perfect breasts.
Every part of her is perfect. “You are so fucking beautiful.” I lick my lips and drag my tongue over her again. She’s even better this time, even wetter. I press her legs wider and higher, baring her completely to my mouth. She gives another muffled squeal when I dip down far enough to include her ass in my exploring. I can’t help grinning, but I move back up to her clit. I hope there will be time to have fun tormenting her with pleasure, but right now, I need to make her come all over my face.
It takes a few tries before I find the motion and pressure that has her hips rising to meet my tongue. She grips my wrists tightly enough to bruise, her head flung back as she gives herself to me. She’s so fucking perfect I can barely stand it. How we’ve denied each other for so long is a mystery now that I have my mouth on her. I never want to stop. Not for the city, the Thirteen, or the gods themselves.
Atalanta releases my right hand. “I need you inside me.”
There’s nothing to say but, “Yes.” I carefully press two fingers into her. Thank the gods I changed up my nails before this mess reached critical mass so I can finger fuck her to the end of time without worrying about hurting her. I curl my fingers against her inner wall, stroking lightly.
Her thighs clamp around my head, hard enough to make me dizzy. “Don’t stop,” she moans.
She can crack my damn skull for all I care. I’m not stopping until she’s gushing all over me. I almost have to fight her to keep the exact rhythm up to bring her over the edge, but it’s more than worth it when she gives an exhale that almost sounds like surprise, and then she’s coming, her pussy clamping around my fingers the same way her thighs are gripping my head. For a brief moment, I actually think she might kill me, and I’ve never been happier. I did this. I brought her so much pleasure that she forgot to be careful with me. I fucking love it.