Page 56 of Hard Rock Deceit

He placed his mouth on mine, muffling my shriek as he plunged a finger inside me. I panted heavily into his mouth. He pumped in and out, that finger slick, my wetness easing the passage. I bucked against him, wanting more, wanting it deeper,faster.

He obliged, slipping a second finger in next to the first. My head thumped back against the wall. The pleasure was almost too much, the flames inside me rising higher andhigher.

I was close, almost there, when he pulled away. My head jerked back down to gapeathim.

"What—!"

"Shh," he murmured into mymouth.

For a moment I was confused as he crouched down in front of me. Then he peeled my panties down my legs to my ankles. My limbs turned to jelly as he used both hands to spread my thighs open, baring me tohisgaze.

He leaned forward and blew a hot puff of air on the most intimate part of me. I gripped his hair in both fists to keep myself from toppling to thefloor.

Without warning, August buried his face between my legs and sucked my clit into hismouth.

I did shriek out loud then, heedless of who might hear us. It was like the night on that rooftop, when the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving us as the only two people in the universe, until it was just me and August and the pleasure he wasgivingme.

He used his tongue to circle and swirl, his lips to suck and kiss. My legs trembled. My head thrashed back and forth. My grip on his hair must have been painful, but he didn't complain, didn't stop, just continued sending me to greater and greaterheights.

I was close. So close. It was too much, and yet not enough. I was aching inside, throbbing almost painfully, empty andneedy.

He thrust two fingers inside me, crooking themforward.

I screamed, breaking into pieces, shards of me exploding outwards like shattered glass. My body tensed, muscles locking, fireworks shooting across my vision. I gasped for air, panting, shuddering,pulsing.

I'd never felt anything this good before in my life. Not even when I'd touched myself. This was what sex was supposed to feel like. I mourned for my younger self. If I'd known pleasure like this could be had at the hands of someone I cared about, I wouldn't have pushed myself. Wouldn't have forced myself to try and feelsomething.

I would have waited. Waited forAugust.

If only I'd met him sooner. I wouldn't have spent years thinking there was something wrong with me. Thinking I wasbroken.

I wasn'tbroken.

I was complete. I was made whole under August'stouch.

Finally, the pleasure slowly began to abate, turning into something more manageable, less overwhelming. Falling forward, my whole body began to relax, even as small tremors still made me twitchandjerk.

August caught me before I could crumple to the floor. I stayed slumped in his arms, gasping as I caught my breath. He stoked my back, pressing kisses to the crown ofmyhead.

When the shaking stopped, I lifted my head from where I'd let it rest on his chest. I stared into his eyes. He stared into mine. We shared a smile. Then a small exhaustedlaugh.

He bumped his nose against mine. I nearly shattered again, but this time it was my heart exploding outward, aching at the painfully sweetgesture.

August scooped me up, lifting me with ease. He walked the few steps to the bed and laid me down gently. Settling himself on top, he used his arms to keep himself fromcrushingme.

I pulled him down until he was a heavy weight on my chest. He was still wearing his clothes. I was still wearing my tank top. My panties werelonggone.

"I need my phone,"Isaid.

Augustblinked.

"Why?" he saidslowly.

I smiledplayfully.

"I want to make a note of this. I need to record something so mindblowing."

He raised aneyebrow.