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Summon Lyght(70)



She swept her hands lower until her fingers encountered the little triangle of silky hair at the base of his spine. One finger dipped into the crevice just below, drawing a startled gasp from him. Did that mean he liked it? Or not? Damn, she wished she knew a little more about real men and their likes and dislikes. Maybe then she wouldn't unintentionally cross some mysterious line and anger him like she had when she asked about positions.

Should she just ask? "Lesedi?"

He took advantage of her momentary distraction to move his mouth down her neck and over her chest to the top curve of her breasts. "Hmm?" He continued without hesitation, teasing the sensitive flesh with his teeth and tongue, nibbling and licking ever closer to her nipple.

She had to think hard to remember what she was supposed to ask. "How… Um, how…" How the hell was she supposed to ask a question like that?

"Yes?" His lips tugged gently at her nipple and sent a shockwave of heat crashing through her body and mind, wiping away whatever she'd been thinking.

Lost in the disturbance he created, she hardly noticed her hand at the base of his spine slide lower, and lower still. Her fingers met the lower curve of his ass and grew a mind of their own, exploring. Regrettably, he took all that uncharted territory off the map when he lifted her by the waist.

Once her feet were off the floor, he turned and settled her butt on the edge of the table. Dropping into a chair, he kissed and teased his way down over her belly, then gently spread her knees to slide his broad shoulders between them.

A nervous flutter assailed her stomach. "What are you doing?"

"Shh. Trust me?" His warm eyes and smile reinforced the gentle beg. She nodded her approval and he took her hands. "Lie back for me."

His firm hold provided plenty of support as she carefully lowered her back to the cool surface of the table. The nervous flutter had increased in velocity to a thousand giant birds beating their wings against her insides. She knew what he intended. Sure she'd heard of it before, but suddenly the idea of him doing it to her right then...and on the table seemed unthinkable. But there was no reason for him not to that she could come up with.

Her fears scattered like leaves in a strong wind the instant his breath brushed across tender flesh. A reverent-sounding moan reverberated through the air to stir silky hair and cool heated skin. Every single force in Miya's body centered in her core as one pulsing mass.

She writhed on the table, torn between trying to escape and desperate for his touch. The whimpering sounds he demanded from her were naughty foreign to her. And yet so very familiar. As though the woman buried inside her had waited a long time to bear this very pleasure with this particular man.

Thick fingers stroked her exterior and ratcheted that nuclear potential higher. "Unbelievable. Such perfection." He continued his exploration, quickly turning her into a heap of quivering need. Those same magical fingers gently parted her to explore her inner secrets. Lesedi's sharply drawn breath made her pulse surge anew.

How could he affect her so much with so little? Such intensity had to be some forbidden, arcane magic.

He repositioned her legs and pinned her thighs to the table top and touched the tip of his tongue to the tiny bundle of throbbing nerves. Miya's body jerked in unison with her sharp cry of pleasure.

"Mmm." He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over that spot again, making her gasp and shudder, making her grab hold of his head and knead her nails over his scalp. Her hips began to move in tune to the rhythm of desire he created. His tongue danced over that spot the way a snake tasted the air, causing her to cry out sharper, squirm harder.

"Oh God. So hot." She cried out, needing to have more. So much more, yes, just like that.

He dug his fingers into the tender flesh of her thighs, heating her hotter with his harsh breaths. Then he kissed her there. She could feel his lips nibbling delicately at her folds and Miya squirmed with the need for more.

"Please." She thrust her hips, trying to make a harder connection.

"Oh Miya," he whispered. "This?" He kissed along her folds then gently worked them open, kissing her hidden secrets. Fingers pressed at the juncture of her thighs, holding her petals open for him.

He settled his lips over her clit and she bucked under his mouth. "Yes, yes, that."

He groaned and sucked her there, a milking movement that lit her up like a raging inferno. "Lesedi, God, yes." She held his head and helped him, pressing him just right, moving her hips to the perfect rhythm. "Don't you dare stop! Don't…oh God…"

He slipped his finger into her and flicked rapidly, massaging her core.

"Oh my God yes! Yes, yes, yes!" The heat under his mouth finally erupted like a volcano and she writhed and dug her heels into his back, pressed her mysteries firmly to his delicious mouth, crying out over and over, Lesedi, Lesedi. Yes, oh God. She'd heard of shocking pleasure and wondered if such a thing existed. It did. She'd never have guessed anything could feel so good. So good.