Athena

40. Fighting Evil By Moonlight

Cruz teases me for what feels like an eternity. He keeps kissing me. Down there. Well, there and there but not there. Not where I need it most.

Argh!

I need something more than these light, fleeting kisses. My hips begin to writhe in protest. Cruz's hand clamps around my waist to hold me still.

"Good things come to those who wait," he murmurs huskily, "I got you, baby."

My entire body remains 100% on edge, desperate and wanting, but I don't doubt him. I shut my eyes and decide to trust in Cruz. To relax my body and wait and see what he'll do for me. I grunt in approval when my guy finally drags his tongue across my sex. He laps along my outer lips. Explores my inner folds. The hot slickness of him against the hot slickness of me feels to die for.

My eyes roll heavenward. I've never felt such intense pleasure before. A quiet moan escapes me.

God, this shit feels way better than sex. At least, compared to the kind of awkward, uncomfortable sex I endured with the last two and only two guys who ever fucked me.

As his mouth and tongue dance over my most sensitive skin, Cruz leaves me panting, craving more, more, more, but I don't know how to ask for what I want. No, what I need.

All I can do is whimper, "Please..."

He mutters, "Let me know when it feels good, okay?"

It already feels really, really good.

How can this shit get any better?

But I whisper, "Okay."

Suddenly, his mouth closes around my clit. A light suction forms around it, and I see stars.

"Yes, yes," I gasp. "That! That feels fucking amazing!"

Cruz chuckles softly at my enthusiasm and gives my clit another kiss. "What about this?"

His tongue starts swirling around it, and I lose my fucking mind. I'm reduced to begging, "Please, please, please don't stop..."

Cruz growls, "No way in hell am I stopping, baby. Not until I taste you. Coming all over my fucking face."

"Holy shit," I gasp. "Were you always this freaky in bed?"

He smirks. "What can I say? You make me wanna break all the rules."

Then, Cruz kisses me deeply, there, sliding his tongue inside me to explore and play. I groan quietly, "Oh, Cruz..."

Cruz lifts away for a moment. "Are you close?"

Pleasure is swirling through me, leaving me lightheaded and breathless. "Yeah, yeah, I'm close."

His fingers return to massage my sex as he commands, "Show me how wet you can get, baby."

Damn, who knew my guy had such a dirty side to him?

Not going to lie, though. It's turning me on. A lot.

"I—"

The power of speech escapes me as he removes his hand. Cruz lowers his head between my legs, and, with renewed vigor, he alternates between swirling and sucking on my happy bean. For quite some time, Cruz gives me everything I never knew I wanted and needed from him. Shrouded in the shadows of my room, what we're doing feels so damn amazing that I almost forget that we need to keep ourselves hidden.

Cruz and I are a dangerous, little secret.

I struggle to stay silent, biting back my whimpers and cries of passion. My core pulses with the most gratifying kind of bliss. I feel a hot, heady pressure build inside me.