Page 40 of The Last Aquarius
She laughed. “I would have said you have on too many clothes.” Bold? Yes, but if this was their last night, she couldn’t afford to be coy.
“Queenie, you keep talking like that and we might have to skip dinner and go right to dessert.”
She moved toward him and laced her arms around his neck. “I’m not that hungry yet. Not for food at any rate.”
Not a subtle hint, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he took her into his arms and crushed her mouth with his. Passion immediately swept through her as their lips slid and caressed. Their matching hunger led to their teeth clashing clumsily, drawing a giggle from her.
“I think we’re both a little too eager.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she murmured. “I kind of like the fact being with me makes you lose control. If it helps, I feel the same way.”
He replied with a kiss and roaming hands. Clothing hit the rooftop, leaving them both bare but not cold. Nimrod warmed the air and, being a bit of a romantic, brought a mattress for them to fall upon.
They clung together under the stairs, their bare flesh pressed tight, writhing enough the friction energized every single nerve ending.
His hand slid between her thighs, and she moaned as he stroked her already slick pussy. The last time, he’d showered her with pleasure. This time, she wanted to give back. She reached for his shaft and found him hard. Steel wrapped in velvety soft skin. Her hand slid up and down the length of him, drawing a hiss, and his hips jerked in time to her motion.
“Keep doing that and I am going to embarrass myself,” he grumbled.
She would have kept stroking if he’d not broken off their embrace and shifted his body, moving him out of reach. He kissed his way down her body, his lips caressing her breasts, the valley between them. He tickled his way down her over herbelly to her pubes, his goal evident and bringing a tremble to her limbs.
A push of his face against the vee of her thighs parted them, and she sighed and arched her back as he blew hotly on her sex. But he didn’t latch on, instead kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh, teasing her until she grabbed him by the hair and tugged.
It drew a chuckle from him. “So impatient.”
“Play later. I need you now,” she growled.
“As my queen commands.” He planted a kiss on her sex before burying his tongue, lapping at the core of her, his hands reaching under to cup her ass cheeks, lifting her that he might feast more thoroughly.
Her head thrashed side to side as he teased her sensitive clit, his tongue flicking the nub, tugging it, applying pressure that had her channel tightening in anticipation.
Her hips moved in time to his tongue flicks and quickened when he put some fingers into play. He thrust two digits into her sheath, and she tightened around them, squeezing and feeling the pressure within her mount.
Her peak approached as he fingered her, all the while licking her clit. She quivered and panted before crying out, her hips bucking, her body rigid as her orgasm unleashed.
Once more, he’d made sure she climaxed, but this time, he didn’t stop. He kept flicking and teasing, his fingers pumping, taking the dying ebbs of her orgasm and rolling it into a fresh tightening.
She reached the edge quickly, only, this time, he didn’t finish her off with his mouth and fingers. He reared upright and palmed her ass cheeks, lifting her enough her sex aligned with his shaft. The thick head of him parted her nether lips, and she sighed as he pushed into her, stretching and filling her in a way that almost had her coming.
She fought off the orgasm, wanting to draw it out, extend the pleasure.
He pushed into her trembling channel, and she clenched tight. So tight that when he went to pull back, he grunted. Her pussy didn’t want to let go. He managed to pull out enough he could thrust deep.
She cried out as he hit her pleasure spot.
He withdrew and pushed in again.
Over and over.
The slow rhythm increased in pace until he pistoned into her, her legs wrapped around his flanks, her fingers digging into him as she held on for the wild ride.
When her second orgasm began to ripple, her entire sex tightened, and he threw back his head, yelling his pleasure to the stars that watched.
Stars that witnessed way too much that night as they feasted, not just on the food but each other. Please don’t let him detect the desperation in her caresses. The frantic need to experience as much as possible in the short time they had left.
Eventually they fell asleep on the rooftop mattress, awakening in her room. Nimrod having moved them while they slept.
