She makes a small, needy sound that sends heat straight between my legs. In answer, she removes her blanket, and my pupils literally blast open at the sight of her blue lace bra and matching panties.
My breath catches at the soft curves and her pale skin. My hands literally shake from restraint because if I let them loose on her, I might devour her whole. I gently rise to stand over her, getting on my knees to cradle her hips until she gets the idea and her back hits the bed. I position myself above her, continue to kiss lower, across her collarbone, between her breasts, down the soft expanse of her stomach, until at last, my hands trail down her thighs and I inch off the bed, down on my knees as I kneel between her legs.
Her eyes, when they meet mine, are dark with desire, her lips parted. I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties, a question in my gaze. She nods, lifting her hips slightly to help me.
I slide the lace down her legs, my eyes never leaving hers until the moment I lower my head, my tongue tracing a path through her most intimate flesh.
Her gasp is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
Chapter 15 - Lilibeth
When Agafon’s tongue proceeds to make another devastating sweep across my slit, I can’t help but arch off the bed, in far too much pleasure to be conscious of how I might look from where he leans before me.
I feel him grin against me, and the sensation is electric. Feeling him there, teasing me, it’s too much and yet… not enough.
He parts my legs wider, and I grip the sheets beneath me, my thighs trembling against his broad shoulders. He dives into me like I’m a feast, flicking his tongue inside me, the warm intrusion causing my hips to jerk upward.
“Oh God.” The words tear from my throat.
His tongue retreats, and I whimper at the loss until I feel him dab against my clit; light, teasing, maddening. I moan into the night, the sound seeming otherworldly to me.
“Please,” I beg. “Don't stop.”
The next thing I know, he’s sliding one hand beneath my ass, lifting me slightly, bringing me closer to his mouth. The new angle gives him deeper access, and he takes ruthless advantage, eating me with an intensity that makes me see stars.
A tiny spot of pleasure begins to form deep within me, a spark threatening to ignite an inferno. I've been here before, on the edge with the only two men I’ve ever gone to bed with, one of whom I lost my virginity to during the initial phase of my foreign adventures.
In this moment, I know I’m finally seeing heaven. I’veneverfelt like this. In the past, none showed me what Agafon’s showing now—pure, unadulterated affection, a celebration ofmy body. Not even Nikandr, though not for lack of chemistry. He was fighting demons that never allowed him to focus on me. No wonder we never got this far.
But no man has ever made me finish with his mouth alone. In fact, I didn’t think it waspossible.
But then Agafon begins drawing figure eights across my clit and I feel the start of my undoing.
My fingers clutch the sheets so tightly that I fear they might tear. My heels dig into his lower back, urging him closer, though it's physically impossible. I'm bucking now, chasing the release that's building, building, building... and then he slides a finger into me.
The intrusion is so blissful, so perfect in its timing, that I cry out loud. He crooks hid finger upward, tapping against my walls with soft pressure while his mouth fastens on my clit.
I'd always believed an orgasm from oral sex alone was a myth, a fantasy, something that happens to other women. The men I’ve been with made me feel defected, broken, that I couldn’t cum as they wanted me to.
But Agafon... God, Agafon is rewriting everything I thought I knew about my body.
His finger curves again, finding a spot inside me that sends lightning down my spine. The next thing I know, I feel his tongue lengthen against my clit, as though he’s trying to reach every corner of me and he flexes just then, allowing me to feel a pressure so strong that it becomes unbearable. I feel myself hovering between two places, the one where I want this moment to continue, and the one where I can no longer hold myself back.
“I—I can't—” I stammer, not even sure what I'm trying to say.
“Let go, Lilibeth,” he moans into my heat in that sexy, husky voice of his, before flicking back against my clit.
It's when he bites into my clit, ever so softly, that I fall apart. The orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami, obliterating any and all control over my muscles. My body convulses as my thighs clamp around his tongue and fingers, and wave after wave of pleasure travels in every direction from my core.
I’m half-crying from how good this feels.
When I finally return to myself, trembling and dazed, Agafon is still there between my legs. When I look down, I catch him watching me with this look of amazement, as though he’s never seen me before. I blush at that intensity, at how his beautiful gray eyes flicker back between my legs. Far from being finished, he lowers his head again, and I gasp at the contact against my still-sensitive flesh.
“Wait—I can't—it's too much—” I protest weakly.
He pauses. “Let me try,” he says simply, waiting for an answer. There he is, between my legs, wanting nothing more than to please me. On a certain level, I think I feel guilty for allowing him to offer me so much, but on the other hand, Istillwant him.
So, without a word, I curl my hands into his hair and lead him back down. He groans with approval and his lips meet my clit again.
