cloak as Kerrich circled her hardened clit with the pad of his finger. Seconds later, her mind emptied of anything but the insistent need for release. Millions of stars burst frenetically along her nerves as she orgasmed.
When the world stilled, she opened her eyes to find him watching her with undisguised wonder. He smoothed back a wayward curl from her flushed face. “What are you thinking about?” she asked dreamily.
“How I want to make love to you until forever.”
“Until forever?” Her heart fluttered against the walls of her breast. What had Angelet said about the Beltane custom of couples committing themselves to a trial union that lasted a year and a day? She yearned to propose the idea to him but on second thought, it was foolhardy to believe that a man would want to bind himself to her, especially when neither knew much about the other and what would happen when he found out she was Leuric’s stepdaughter? The thought, hastily born, was quickly discarded.
“Forever. You know until the sun shines no longer and the moon falls from the sky.”
“You really think the moon could fall from the sky?”
He shrugged. A muscle rippled under his eye. “Not in our lifetimes, I don’t think,” he murmured, dipping a large finger in her tight sheath.
The fate of the moon faded from Celestine’s mind as she arched her back to accommodate the digit’s width. Her whole body vibrated from his touch.
“Do you want another finger inside?” he asked, his voice a scant whisper.
She nodded before he eased out and inserted two fingers, stretching her wide. To her astonishment, he slipped his hand from hers and reached under her ass to toy with her asshole. She found his touch to be erotic beyond all her imaginings and raised her hips higher. When his gray-green gaze swept over her, she saw the pulsing beat at the base of his throat.
Beads of sweat ornamented his upper lip as she peered at him from under lowered eyelids. Her heart beat out of control. How would she be able to let him go when this delicious interlude was over?
Silence fell accept for the swooshing sounds coming from his finger driving in and out of her wet pussy. She lay in the straw and enjoyed watching his tanned face and his intent expression. His sexy lips tugged at the corners in the beginnings of a smile before he lay down between her legs, his face close to her pussy. He spread her labia apart and she felt the fire of his tongue as he delved into her vagina. She squirmed, clenching fisted hands around stray straws of hay. The world around her dissolved and all she felt was Kerrich’s mouth on her throbbing clit and his tongue darting in and out of her pussy. She tilted her hips closer to his face, sensing the moment of release coming closer and closer.
When her climax hit, she wasn’t prepared for its power. She rolled her shoulders back and cried out as she shuddered with one spasm after another.
She tried to press her legs together to stop Kerrich from continuing to lick that now ultra-sensitive spot that made her whole body quiver but, determined, he continued. He opened her legs wider. She bit her lip, wondering if she would be able to handle another extreme orgasm.
He trailed light kisses along the place where her torso met her thighs, up along her stomach and paused at her belly button. “Please stop,” she begged, sensing he was rapidly bringing her to the edge again. Oddly, she didn’t want him to stop.
“Why? You don’t like the fire, my sweet innocence?”
Celestine sighed deeply, content under his ministrations that made her feel vibrant and alive. He nibbled and tugged on a dusky-rose aureole as he smoothed his palm over the other tender globe. A frisson of pure enjoyment washed over her.
She trembled when he angled the tip of his cock against the entrance of her moist pussy and once more thrust his hardness into her. She lifted her hips and clamped her ankles around his waist to hold him deeper inside her. She
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