Page 95 of Examining the Bond

“Happy now?” I kiss a trail up her chest to the side of her neck.

She wraps her arms around me, squeezing me close. “Very.”

I press my lips against hers and slowly lean back until she’s laying flush on top of me. Her tongue tangles with mine, and she nibbles my bottom lip, tearing a feral moan from my throat. Then she moves to kiss my jaw, the side of my neck.

“What are you doing?” I ask as she brushes her lips over my collarbone. The lower she moves, the more every muscle in my body tightens, and I nearly levitate off the bed when she flicks her tongue over my nipple.

“Tasting my alpha.” She swirls her tongue around my nipple, and my core clenches at the delicate motion, heat searing through my veins. It’s been so long since anyone’s touched me like this, or touched me at all, and the feeling is deliciously foreign. Her eyes pop back up to mine. “Do you want me to stop?”

My chest constricts at the question as doubt rears its ugly head. I don’t want her to stop—in fact, I might combust on the spot if she does—but I also don’t want her to be disappointed if she can’t make me come. The thought of letting her down in any capacity is enough to drive a knife straight through my chest, and my throat tightens.

“My body belongs to you,” I tell her, reaching to brush my thumb along her jawline. “You can touch me however you want, I just…” I force a shaky breath. “I don’t want to let you down.”

She scrunches her nose at me and shakes her head. “How in the world would you ever do that?” Thankfully, the question is rhetorical, and she continues slowly kissing her way down my body, setting my skin on fire everywhere she makes contact. “You just tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay? I’ve never done this before, so I can’t promise it’ll be any good.”

“You’ll do just fine,” I say, trying to appear much more confident than I feel. She scoots lower, her mouth teasing over my hip bone, pressing against my thigh, and I nearly choke on my breath as she nudges my knees apart.

Fuck, it’s likeI’mthe virgin all over again, but I don’t want to stop her. If this is what she wants, to reciprocate what I’ve done for her, I’ll let her. Even if my nerves threaten to shred me apart. Even if I can’t come in the end, because I won’t. It’ll be just likeevery other time someone has tried to pleasure me and walked away disappointed.

I force a deep breath, then another, swallowing down as much of her sticky-sweet marshmallow scent as I can manage. It soothes some of my nerves, but not enough, and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.

Riann’s fingers brush over my inner thigh, teasing over my mound, before she gently slides a finger along my seam. A gasp wrenches from my lips as she sinks a finger into me, slow and steady, and I fist the comforter to ground myself.

“Fucckkk,” I groan, squeezing my eyes closed as she buries her finger inside me. My channel flutters around her, adjusting to the penetration, and all I can think about is how badly I want her mouth on me.

As if reading my mind, she dips to press her lips to my throbbing clit, and my pussy clenches around her finger. She looks up at me over my mound, stilling her movements, her brows pinched together.

“Do you want me to keep going?” she asks.

Fuck, yes. Fuck. Please, please keep going.

“Yes,” is all I manage to croak.

With a smirk, she lowers herself and runs her tongue over my clit in slow, deliberate movements that leave me panting. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, losing myself to the intense pleasure her touch brings, wondering how the hell this is even possible.

This isn’t the first time someone has gone down on me, not the first time I’ve ever been touched, but something about it is novel in the way it lights up my system and short-circuits my brain. I reach for her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and fight the urge to buck my hips against her mouth.

I want her to explore, to take her time, to enjoy herself.

But I also want to chase the climax that’s building low in my gut, even if I’m unlikely to reach it. She burns up the doubt eating at my mind and makes me want to try. And if she keeps moving her tongue like that, I just might?—

She takes my clit into her mouth and sucks tenderly, shattering my train of thought. Stars burst behind my eyes, a steady stream of muttered curses falling from my lips as the heat in my core turns molten.

“Riann,” I say over and over like a whispered prayer. “Don’t stop. Keeping going, fuck, I’m… close.”

Too close. Closer than I’ve ever been to coming by someone else’s hand. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

My breaths come heavy, my hips beginning to buck involuntarily as I grind against her tongue. When the tension in me finally snaps, pleasure rips through me, and my channel clamps down hard on her digit. But she doesn’t stop licking my clit through the aftershocks.

Orgasm after orgasm racks my body, like I’m making up for years of pent up sexual frustration in a single go. My pussy throbs around her over and over until I’m a panting, exhausted mess. The corners of my eyes sting, and I blink hard to chase away the tears. Then I have to blink again to clear my vision, the ceiling draped with lights finally coming back into focus.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I’ve never come so hard in my life.

I swipe a hand over my face, blowing out a heavy breath. When I glance down between my thighs, Riann is grinning up at me, her chin glistening with my arousal, and I almost come again at the sight.

“Preciosa, that was… amazing. That doesn’t… I-I’ve never…” My brain is a scrambled mess as I try to form a coherent sentence, but my voice trails off when I see her wince. Shetries to hide it, but the way her expression pinches has reality slamming back into me full force.