Page 64 of Healing Conviction
He scowled at her and lightly slapped her clit with his fingers, making her shout again and squirm. “Come on now, Pix. You know me. Do you really think I’d be face-first in your cunt if I thought you were in danger?”
“I have a feeling I’m not gonna care one way or another soon.”
“Not if I take my time, and I’ve got all night.”
He smiled before finally taking in the sight before him. Gorgeously intricate tattoos inked across her thighs glittered in the moonlight, and he made a mental note to explore them next time. At the apex of her legs, the faint light revealed her already dripping cunt. He used one finger to glide through her sweetness and his mouth watered as he held the drenched digit up to the light.
“It’s been so long since I’ve tasted a woman,” he sucked his finger into his mouth. Her unique flavor teased his tongue with what was to come and he moaned his approval. “But no one’s ever come close to tasting as good as you.”
That possessive flare he’d spied earlier burned in her eyes again, and he couldn’t help his wicked grin. “There she is… my green-eyed little pixie. No need to be jealous, baby. My cock is all yours. And no one but me ever touches—” She hissed a breath as he swiped his tongue up her center. “Youagain. This cunt is all mine. Say it, Nora. Tell me whose cunt this is.”
He tongued along her glistening entrance before ending at her clit. When he looked up to meet her eyes again, she had them pinched closed. His fingers dug into the muscles in her ass cheeks and began to massage, just as he sucked on her little bundle of sensitive nerves. Her frantic inhales and exhales made her breasts rise and fall beneath his half open jacket until they took on the same rhythmic pulse as his lips and tongue.
“Answer me, Pix.” Using one elbow and his abs to hold himself up, he freed his other hand to paint his finger with her arousal before delving two fingers deep inside her. “Who does your cunt belong to?”
“Oh… my god. You.It’syours. My pussy is yours.” Her fingers were now digging into the sleeping bag underneath her, obviously enjoying the moment, but her eyes were shut tight.
“Fucking right, it’s mine. Look at me. Who takes care of you, Pix?”
She seemed to force her eyes to flicker open, only for a second, before she moaned and threw her head back onto the small built-in pillow of the sleeping bag.
At least she’d tried to meet his eyes. When she had, he’d seen a mixture of desire and maybe even fear shining in the moonlight.
That one look of panic made him squash his urge to demand more. From everything he’d told her, she needed to know that he wouldn’t take more from her cup than he’d pour back into it. Hopefully his plan tonight would help bring her one step closer to realizing that.
He wanted her to admit at least one thing out loud, though.
“Give this to me. Who takes care of you, Nora?”
Her voice caught on his name in a hushed whisper and he focused again on coaxing the truth from her. She was so primed for him, her inner muscles were already spasming around his fingers. All he wanted to do was sink inside her and fuck her all night until the fire behind them burned out and the moon above them disappeared. He had to thrust his hips against the cold, hard tent floor to keep his dick from making the decisions.
Later.
He silently made the promise to himself and his weeping cock, before curving his fingers inside her tight channel, brushing against her g-spot while his tongue concentrated on her clit. Her thighs squeezed around his head, and her hands reached for his hair to rein him in, soaking his entire face in her pleasure.
She was so close, riding that peak. He didn’t dare talk, or even fucking breathe, making sure he kept up the exact motion that was taking her to nirvana. It only took one, two more pulses from his tongue and then—
“Drake… you take care of me.You!”
She rode his face as she climaxed and whispered his name from her lips. Every letter danced along his spine, making him shudder with a thrill of his own. His boxer briefs were soaked with precum and he fought the urge to push inside the grip currently holding his fingers hostage.
Finally, she let go. Her hands relaxed in his hair, and her pussy and thighs released him from their grip.
He lifted her legs from his shoulders and sat up along with her. Before she could find her thong, he gathered her into his lap and unzipped the sleeping bag for them.
“What about you?” She wrapped her arm around his neck and her warm breath whispered against it, sending shivers and goose bumps all over his sensitive skin as she searched for his zipper with her other hand. “I’ve gotta do it back.”
“Next time, baby. Tonight was about you.” He laid her down in the open sleeping bag and bent to kiss her, but she shifted and his lips ended up meeting her forehead instead.
Fuck me, that’s a pattern.
An ache pounded in his chest at the confirmation. She’d constantly refused to look at him, and now he was realizing she thought she could withhold kisses from him too. If she thought he was going to sit idly by without tasting those perfect plump lips, she was out of her goddamn mind.
That’s not gonna fly forever, baby.
How he’d approach it was still a mystery, but right after an orgasm was not the time. It was clear her pleasure had compounded her exhaustion. She was clay in his hands as he changed into sweats and dressed her in his shirt, setting her glasses aside before laying her down. The T-shirt swallowed her whole, but it comforted his new possessive streak.
He peeled his own shirt off, knowing his body would heat her up like a furnace. The night was comfortably cool for him and with her wrapped in his embrace, she’d be able to stay warm. He tucked her into his arms, both of them easily fitting inside his XXL sleeping bag.