I sucked harder, let my teeth still grazing her nipple just enough to make he gasp again, then soothed it with slow licks.
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My hand cupped the weight of her other breast, kneading it slowly while my ongue flicked and circled, drawing out a breathless moan from her lips
that went straight to my cock.
She arched into me, nails scraping lightly down my back, and the sound of her voice broke something inside me. This is what I’d let my rational
thoughts made me lose.
I’d told myself for years she was off limits–Orion’s little sister, the girl I had no right to want. But here she was under me, writhing, moaning, her body begging for more, and I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I didn’t see her as a sister I never had. I wanted her. And I was done pretending otherwise.
I left her breast wet and swollen, moving down her stomach, trailing kisses over her skin as her breathing turned shallow.
Her body trembled when I reached her panties, and she let out the softest whimper. But I didn’t go further, instead I moved my mouth back to her
nipples.
“Tristan…” she whispered, her voice shaky, breaking as her hips rocked against me, searching for more. The way she said my name, desperate, needy,
like she couldn’t decide if she was begging me to stop or begging me not to.
I didn’t stop.
I dragged my hand down her stomach, slow enough to make her squirm, before slipping between her thighs.
She was already wet and ready for me, I felt it through the thin fabric, when pressed my fingers over her pussy, she gasped so sharply I felt it in my
bones.
Her hips bucked into my hand, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please,” she whispered, not even trying to hide how much she needed me.
I slid her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her slick heat, parting her folds until I found her clit.
The moment I touched it, her head snapped back, a broken moan tearing out of her throat. Her thighs clamped around my wrist, but she didn’t push me away, she ground against me, chasing every bit of pleasure I gave.
Her sounds filled the room, raw and shameless, her body begging for more. I pushed a finger inside her slowly, then another, then the third, stretching her tight heat while my thumb circled her clit.
She clenched around me, gasping, moaning, her breathless voice repeating my name.
Her whole body shook as I worked her faster, her nails leaving marks on my back, but i didn’t care, her chest heaving against mine. When she came, it
was hard and unrestrained.
She cried out, thighs trembling around my hand, hips jerking uncontrollablys waves of release tore through her.
I held her, kissing her neck, murmuring her name while I finger fucked her tough it, feeling het pulse and clench around my fingers until she went limp against me.
But I wasn’t done.
I pulled my hand away and pushed her down onto the bed, hovering over her my breath rough and uneven.
Her lips were swollen, her hair a mess, her body still shivering from her organ, and she’d never looked more beautiful.
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She pulled at my pants, fumbling in her urgency. “I want you,” she whispered her voice raw with need.
“Not so soon sweetheart. We have all the time in the world‘ my voice comes ut hoarse, I could hardly recognize it.
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1 pushed her back gently onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide under mee was still dripping uncontrollably, her slick shining in the dim light, and the sight alone made my cock twitch.
I wanted to bury myself inside her again, but the hunger to taste her was stronger.
I lowered myself between her legs, sliding my hands up her thighs to hold he open. Her breath caught, her chest rising fast as I leaned in and licked her fold slowly, dragging my tongue from her entrance up to her clit.
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She gasped, her hips jerking off the mattress. “Oh, God….. Tristan!” Her voice was shaky, breaking apart on my name.
The taste of her made my senses goes wild, she tasted sweet, salty and addictive. I groaned into her, my tongue flicking across her clit in quick strokes.
Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight, pulling me closer like she never wanted me to stop.
Every time I circled her clit, she moaned louder, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.
I pressed my tongue flat against her, then flicked the tip fast, and the way her body arched told me I’d found the spot that made her lose control.
“F**k! yes!” she cried, grinding against my mouth, shameless and desperate. But I loved this shameless Athena, she makes me feel things I’ve never felt.
I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them while my tongue worked her clit. The heat and tightness around my fingers made me groan, my cock straining painfully as I pumped in and out of her.
Her walls clenched down hard, milking my fingers, her moans turning into high–pitched cries that echoed in the room.
Her whole body was shaking now, her hips rocking against my face, her nails scraping my scalp. I sucked on her clit, hard, and that was all it took.
She screamed my name as she came for the second time, her thighs squeezing my head, her body jerking uncontrollably while her pussy pulsed around
my fingers.
I kept licking, kept fucking her with my hand, dragging every last bit of pleasure out of her until she collapsed against the sheets, trembling and soaked
in sweat.
I pulled my fingers free, licking them clean while she stared down at me with wide, dazed eyes. Her chest heaved, her lips parted, and the sound of her broken moan as she watched me taste her made me nearly lose it.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growled, crawling up her body and crushing my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into the kiss, her legs wrapping around me again, already ready for more.
I lined myself up and pushed inside her in one slow deep thrust. She cried o, her nails digging into my back, her whole body tightening around me.
“F**k, Athena,” I groaned, my forehead dropping to hers. She was hot, wet, rfect, so fucking perfect and tight around me that I could barely move without losing control.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
