Page 108 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I

And then, finally, he slips his hot tongue into the crease between my parted lips. My head is woozy, and my knees buckle as my mouth indulges in his velvety warm kiss. I want to faint and fly. His tongue is so delicious I could swallow him whole.

“Hercules,” I whimper because I can hardly believe that the one wish I’ve ever had is on the verge of coming true for the third time in my life.

Suddenly, I feel air hit my thighs as the hem of my dress slides up my body. Our mouths break contact as he slips my dress over my head. I’m in my bra and panties.Why did I put on underwear?Our mouths collide again, and our tongues engage in a feverish dance.

“Oh, baby,” he manages to get out.

“Ah!” I cry out as he shoves a healthy amount of his thick fingers into my sex and thrusts them in and out of me fast, like a jackhammer.

I moan in ecstasy. I’m feeling all kinds of amazing sensations at once. I’m being stretched and rubbed, and there’s a tiny but potent ticklish sensation growing down there.

“I gotta…” he whispers huskily as he guides me until my buttocks make contact with my sofa.

Hercules’s eyes are wild as he simultaneously snatches my panties down my legs and takes a pillow from the sofa and props it behind me. Watching him move enhances my expectations, and I feel myself getting wetter. On his knees in front of me, he weaves his arms under my thighs and then over, parting them. With one yank, I’m in his mouth.

“Ah!” I cry.

The orgasm grows under my hood. I can hardly contain myself. It feels so sensual and makes Hercules so present.

My fingers find his hair, and I hold on to the back of his head as my nerve endings fire on all cylinders. “I…” I whimper. “I’m…”

I squeeze my eyes shut and scream as the most pleasurable sensation saturates my sex. The feeling is so intense that all I see is white. And it’s lasting and lasting and…

My eyes open as wide as they can. He’s doing it again.

Hercules

I shove my fingers deeper into her. I want to feel the tips on my tongue. I want to punish her for lying to me. For being so damn sexy. For making me want her. If she wants to play this game, then I’ll play it. She’s Lark Davenport.

Damn… she’s wetter.

Her hot, soft thighs against my head send my cock into a tizzy. I’m punishing it on purpose. It’s dripping, though, knocking against my underwear, begging to be released.

“Oh… Hercules!” she screams.

Her eyes are closed, but I haven’t stopped looking at her. I see that girl from Mrs. Fontaine’s class. How many times have I fantasized about doing this to her? Too many. Now Paisley Grove is in my mouth, and she tastes as sweet as I knew she would.

It’s time.I lick her slit, lapping her sweet juices. Her sweetness belongs to me, at least for now. I don’t want to think about her deception. I can’t.

Actually, I can. I spread her thighs as far as they can go. “Don’t close them.”

She’d better not close them.

I leap to my feet, glaring at her glistening slit. I see it all—the slit, the clit, the entrance.

I sip air as I unbuckle. I unbutton. I unzip.

Air swallows my cock. It’s free. I step out of my pants as she lies against the sofa, like a wilted flower that’s had too much water. And she’s still wearing her bra, covering my favorite set of breasts.

“Take off your bra,” I command. “And keep your thighs open.”I can’t believe I’m close to coming already.

I would do it. But I want to see her do it. I want to see how she does it when she’s by herself.

I lick my lips when she arches her back to reach behind her and unhook the bra.Hold your horses, Herc.I take a condom out of my pocket, letting her know I came over planning to do her.

Her perky tits topped by hard nipples are asking for it. I can’t spread her across this couch. It hinders my range of motion.

“Now stand up,” I say.