Page 27 of Growing Memories (Valley of Sylveren #2)

“I was a boy then.” Ollas wrapped his arms around her thighs. Pulled her closer. Parted her with his thumbs and nearly died to find her already damp at her center for him. “Tonight, I’ll worship you as a man.”

Her amused response cut off in a gasp the moment his mouth touched her.

Touched being a relative word. Technically true, but ever so inadequate.

Too gentle a word for what Ollas did with his tongue.

He buried his face in her pussy, tongue sweeping in as far as humanly possible.

Ignored her choked screech when his beard tickled her thighs.

He made love to her with his mouth, a wet groan escaping when she fluttered around his tongue.

Imagination paled in comparison to the real thing.

She was so soft, the heady musk of her filling his lungs.

And the taste, a sweetened tang that beckoned him to come back for more.

Drink his fill. He indulged, licking and sucking and stroking, spurred on by her garble of words.

The occasional “fuck” and “Nev” were the only ones coherent amongst her mess.

She’d been waiting for him, pussy bare beneath her skirt.

Was probably bare under her vest, too, nipples ready for his lips.

Ollas was torn between checking and continuing to slowly devour her whole.

To have her perfect body laid out before him.

He’d watch his cock disappear inside her, see her face when she came.

Ollas moaned at the thought. Soon, but not yet. They were here, in her new, private room. No interruptions. And, as she’d said, she would need to be prepared. A task he was fully committed to delighting in.

He leaned back, wiping her desire from his face with the back of his hand. He stilled, eyes locked on the glisten of it on his skin. He licked it clean. She’d called him an animal; might as well earn it.

Eunny’s head had dropped back during his attentions. Now, she dragged it up enough to see him, her lips parted. “Gods all break, Nev.”

“Tell me what you like.” He kissed the inside of her knee. “What you want.”

She pushed up to sitting and plucked at his shoulder. “I want you. Inside.”

Ollas smiled, his cock straining against his trousers. “Not yet. Prepared, remember?”

Eunny scoffed. “I think I can handle y— Oh.” She moaned as he breached her entrance with two fingers. “Okay. Yes, that’s good, too.”

He lowered his mouth to her again. Let his fingers explore deeper, applying his tongue again as he saw fit. Eunny squirmed, encouraging and guiding with sounds and pressure. When he found a particular spot along her front wall, she clenched like she was trying to break his fingers.

Ollas huffed in amusement when she whined and twitched from where his beard tickled her sensitive skin.

His tongue swirled around her clit as he slid out to stroke through her damp folds, teasing her with just the tips of his fingers before delving inside again.

He massaged along her front wall, felt the way it gave beneath his touch.

Rubbed the spot that made her toes clamp together.

He pressed a little harder, a little faster, when Eunny tensed.

Her feet flexed, legs beginning to tremble.

Her breathing was growing ragged, small sounds that weren’t quite full moans coloring every exhale.

Ollas kept his pace and pressure steady when her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled.

She wound tighter and tighter, thighs beginning to quake.

Ollas pursed his lips around her clit and sucked.

Eunny came with a cry, hips bucking into his mouth, grinding against him as her desire soaked his beard.

The scent and taste of her was enough that it would’ve sent him over the edge if he didn’t hold himself back.

It was a near thing. Only the promise of being buried in her warmth for the first time kept him in check.

A pleasant tingling filtered through his subconscious, buzzing under his skin.

Ollas drew out every shudder and contraction, fingers gentler now, until Eunny let herself flop onto the bed.

A languid smile curled her lips. She inhaled as if to speak, then merely closed her eyes and shook her head, making only a contented purr-like sound instead.

Ollas wiped his face. Again. The thought made him grin. “I humbly serve.”

“As I recall, there’s nothing humble about what you’ve got.” Eunny dragged herself upright, shucking off her vest. “Show me.”

As he’d suspected, her bare breasts greeted him, her dusky pink nipples already firmed into points.

She tapped him with her foot. “Ogle and strip.”

Ollas stood, happy to oblige. Once freed, his cock bobbed up, jutting toward his belly. Eunny reached for him, tracing his length with one finger. Wrapped her hand around him, squeezing when his eyes fluttered closed. She gave an experimental pump.

Ollas groaned. “Easy. It—it’s not going to take much.” He hoped the evening light hid his blush.

Eunny smeared her thumb in the fluid already leaking from his tip. “Then we should see if it’ll fit.” She licked her thumb clean.

Ollas was already moving before she could smirk up at him.

His hands hooked behind her knees, sliding her across the mattress until her ass was just starting to dangle over the edge.

He kissed each of her legs as he directed them over his shoulders, then grabbed the bottle of lubricant and uncapped it with his teeth.

“Tell me if I need to slow down,” he said, lining up his cock with her entrance. “If it’s too much.”

Eunny’s hands dug into the edge of the mattress. “Make me scream, Nev.”

If Ollas wasn’t already tunnel-visioned, so amped up that his brain was doing very little thinking at all, he’d have complained.

Good-naturedly, but truly, it wasn’t fair that she had him so thoroughly by the balls.

Wasn’t fair that he would’ve done anything for her.

And so to be asked—no, ordered —to do such a thing, well, fuck.

His first thrust made her gasp, and she’d only taken about half of him. The second had her curling off the bed, one hand coming up to clutch his wrist.

Ollas held her by the hips. Held her close as he slowly drew back, then snapped his pelvis flush.

He leaned forward to swallow down her scream.

Kissed her roughly, tasting a hint of his saltiness along with traces of strawberries.

So, that had been the vial she’d picked.

He’d never think of the berry the same way again.

There wasn’t anything gentle or fluid about his movements. Nothing sweet or slow, the kind of intimacy one might call lovemaking . Ollas plunged in and out, up to the hilt. The slap of slickened flesh hitting flesh was topped only by the pitch of Eunny’s cries.

True to his word, Ollas didn’t take long.

Came with a bellow, Eunny held half off the bed so he could slide deep.

Just when he thought his cock was spent, she reached for her clit, rubbed a frenzy of tight circles as she clenched around him, back arching even more.

The pleasant buzz under his skin intensified, made his grip tighten.

He could’ve sworn there was something electric in the air, swirling around them.

A pulling sensation emanating from Eunny herself, on some innate level.

Judging by the way she grasped the back of his neck, pulling him down onto her, mouths crashing together, she felt it, too.

Her orgasm proved he still had a few spurts left to give.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting for breath. For a few minutes, neither spoke, content to lie beside each other, Eunny’s head tucked against his chest.

Ollas let his hand run down her arm. Settled it around her. Eunny let out a soft, blissful sigh and wiggled around so she was propped atop his chest, hand in her chin as she grinned down at him.

“That was fun.” She cupped his cheek with her free hand. “You, sir, have everyone fooled.”

“How so?” he mumbled, peering up at her through half-lidded eyes.

“Mild-mannered Ollas Nevin. The awkward little bean.” Eunny rubbed her finger across his lip, baring her teeth in a smile when he nibbled at her. “Awkward, maybe. Mild, eh, in the daytime. But little?” She brought her leg up to nudge his deflated cock with her knee. “Not even close.”

Perhaps Little Nev wasn’t so tired and spent after all.

Eunny noticed, laughter in her eyes as she stroked him. She looked… radiant.

“I love seeing you like this,” he said, voice soft as he reached up to cup her cheek.

She leaned into his touch. “Like what?”

“Happy. Light,” he said. “It seemed like you always had a bit of sadness after… It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”

Eunny’s eyes narrowed slightly, the beginnings of a frown creeping in.

“I’ve dreamed about this forever.” Ollas shook his head, a faint smile on his face. “Having you here with me.”

For a long moment, she didn’t answer, her expression unreadable. Ollas feared he’d overstepped, finally fucked things up beyond repair. Was just starting to look for his discarded clothing when Eunny made a soft “hmph” sound.

“I am here,” she said, fingers tracing across his face. “But, no labels, okay? Those only spoil the fun.”

“My goddess.” He kissed her fingers. “I won’t give that one up.”

She sat up. “So, again?” A smile slid back onto her face, this time with a wicked edge. “I think I should try sitting on my throne.”