Page 53 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

Her thighs fall open on instinct, a silent plea without a single word. I spread her wider so I can take in the full fucking view.

And fuck, the second I see her cunt clenching as though it already knows what’s missing, I hiss through my teeth. My body’s trying to hold back but there’s no controlling this kind of hunger.

“Shit.”

All I want is to bury my tongue in her until she screams.

But I don’t rush.

I start with soft kisses along the inside of her thighs. Long, slow kisses that go nowhere near where she needs me. Her legs shake, hands gripping the headboard harder. I watch her face. Every time I get close and don’t give her what she wants, her mouth falls open, her brows pinch together.

I’m breaking her.

Good.

I drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. The heat radiating off her skin is unreal, pulsing with how worked up she already is. Her body flinches, hips twitching, breath stalling in her throat.

I press another kiss higher before dragging my tongue along the crease where her thigh meets her pussy. Enough to make her squirm. Enough to watch her suffer.

She lets out this shaky little sound that’s half moan, half protest.

I smirk against her skin. She’s already losing it, and I haven’t even started.

I shift lower, letting my breath ghost over her pussy. Then I give her the lightest touch. The tip of my tongue grazing her clit. Barely a whisper of contact.

Her whole body jolts. Her legs tremble, breath catching so hard it turns into a choked gasp.

One light flick of my tongue and her body comes alive. She’s so fucking sensitive.

Every flick of my tongue, every breath I push across her clit, makes her hips jerk. She can’t control herself. Her whole body’s strung tight, teetering on a thread that’s fraying more every second I keep her waiting. She’s begging for more with every breath.

Finally, I fucking give her what she needs.

My tongue dips down, finding her clit, and flicks fast. The sound that tears from her throat. Fuck me. It’s broken and breathless, scraped raw from somewhere too deep to even fake. The kind of sound that hits me right in the chest and drags every last scrap of control straight out of my body.

I want more. I need more.

I do it again, slower this time. Drag my tongue over her clit in a slow wet circle. I don’t blink. Don’t look away. I want to see what I do to her.

She’s flushed from head to toe, eyes fluttering, lips parted, chest rising too fast. Her whole body jolts again. That sweet little cunt pulses under my mouth as if it’s already coming, and I’ve barely fucking started.

And fuck, something hits me low in the gut. The weight lodges under my ribs, digging in, fucking with my head in a way I didn’t ask for.

Whatever this pull is, it’s not going away. Quinn was always the fantasy. A girl who got under my skin and stayed put. She was always out of reach. Untouchable.

But now… now she’s spread open for me, soaked and shaking, her pussy in my mouth, her moans tearing through every shred of control I’ve got left.

Every filthy thought I ever had about her back then, every time I stroked my cock thinking about her as a desperate, horny teenager, hard as fuck and drowning in fantasies I knew I’d never touch—none of it come close to this.

Nothing I imagined even fucking compares.

And I can’t stop watching her now, writhing under my tongue, gasping my name without even knowing she’s doing it…

there’s no part of me that isn’t hers already.

Her head tips back. Her lips fall open. She whimpers again, a soft, shattered noise that makes my cock ache so hard it’s almost unbearable. Her whole body moves with mine now, chasing every flick of my tongue, every lazy circle over her clit.

I suck her clit. A firm pull between my lips, tongue circling the swollen nub, and her whole body arches, hips lifting clean off the mattress before I slam my hands down and hold her in place.

She’s so fucking close. I feel it in the way her pussy pulses against my tongue.

Her breath’s all over the place, stuttering in her throat, chest rising too fast to steady.

Her thighs keep trying to lock around my head, desperate to hold me there, but I keep prying them apart, forcing her open like I own her body now and she fucking knows it.

I drag my tongue up through her soaked folds again. Her pussy throbs, pulsing hard, slick running down onto the sheets. The sounds coming out of her are raw little gasps and whimpers that don’t even sound human anymore.

She’s climbing. Too fucking fast.

I suck her clit again, harder this time, tongue flicking just right, and her whole body jolts. Her legs shake. Her moans grow louder.

Another second and she’ll break.

I stop.

Pull back barely enough for the air to hit her dripping cunt, the sudden cool against all that swollen heat making her gasp. Her hips jolt, a sharp, helpless twitch before she freezes, chest heaving, body shaking with the effort it takes not to chase what I stole from her.

She’s right fucking there, and I don’t let her fall.

Not yet.

I wait, watching the tension ripple through her stomach, the way her legs tremble and her pussy clenches again, empty and desperate.

Good.

I lean back in and take my time. Drag my tongue along the length of her folds, collecting every drop she’s given me. Her thighs twitch as I press a kiss right beneath her clit, before swirling my tongue around the swollen bud, keeping the pressure light, teasing.

She moans, breath caught in her throat, legs struggling to stay open as I lick her again.

I spit on her. Let it drip. Watch it mix with everything she’s already leaking. Then I suck her clit deep into my mouth, hold it there.

She cries out. The sound breaks halfway through. Her legs jerk. Her stomach pulls tight.

She’s shaking now, breathless, lost in the moment. She’s almost at the edge again, seconds from coming.

I pull away once more.

She lets out a strangled cry, voice cracking. “Fucking hell, Nate, stop teasing me.”

I smirk and press my mouth to the inside of her thigh instead, kiss the spot slowly, before dragging my tongue along her skin while she writhes. Because I’m not here to give her a quick orgasm. I’m not here to let her come easy.

I want to build the hunger.

Slowly.

I want to take her apart one pulse at a time.

Hold her right at the edge and make her body burn for release until she can’t breathe.

I want her aching in places she didn’t know could ache.

I want her to come so hard she doesn’t only feel it in her pussy, she carries the shock in her chest, her spine, her fucking soul.

She’s going to remember this. Not because I made her scream. But because I made her wait.

Her entire body is a fucking livewire, wired so tight she’s shaking beneath my hands. I want her begging without shame.

Her hips lift again.

“Please,” she chokes.

I smirk and then I give it to her.

I press my mouth back to her clit and suck hard. No teasing. No restraint. Just full, relentless pressure. My tongue flicks fast and ruthless, dragging across the swollen nerve again and again until she cries out, her body jolting beneath me.

I slide two fingers inside her, slow at first, only to take in the way she grabs at me.

She gasps. Then I curl them. Perfectly placed.

Up and forward, pressing deep into the spot I already know will undo her.

And when I register that spongy swell, I fuck her there.

Fast. Rough. My fingers pump hard, curling with every thrust while my tongue stays locked on her clit, working her over with a pace that doesn’t give her a second to breathe.

She fucking breaks all at once.

Her body arches so high it leaves the mattress, a scream ripping from her throat. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers like a vice, pulsing in violent, rhythmic spasms. She’s coming so hard her entire body shakes, her hands clawing at the sheets.

It tears through her. Wave after wave after wave.

Not one orgasm. Not two. But a constant, unending crash that hits again and again as I keep curling my fingers, keep sucking her clit until she’s sobbing from how hard and how good the release is.

She doesn’t moan my name, she screams it. Her legs go limp. Her whole body trembles. And still, she pulses around me.

This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I don’t stop until I feel her give out. Until her back drops to the bed, thighs twitching.

I slow my touch. Ease my fingers out of her before leaning back, wiping the back of my hand across my chin. My mouth’s soaked with her, my jaw aches, and my cock is straining so hard it hurts, but fuck, I’ve never been this wired in my life.

She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. She just lies there. Chest rising hard, eyes glazed and unfocused.

Exactly how I wanted her. Exactly how I imagined her all those years ago. Only now, she’s mine.

And she knows it. Every fucking inch of her knows it.