Geomancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 5)

The words speared into his heart. He didn’t want her to be frightened, but how could she not be? Distraction. He needed to make her forget.

Turning her around, he gripped her silky, wet hair in his fist. He wanted to make her forget, but he wasn’t going to lie to her. “You’re not safe with me tonight, pussycat. The things I want to do to you…”

“I’ll take my chances,” she said in a husky voice.

He yanked her against him, his enthusiasm making him too rough, but she hooked her leg around his thigh to encourage him. He grabbed her wrist and moved her arm behind her back while slipping his free hand between her legs. She was wet. Ready.

“I want to lick you here.” He traced her slit. Circling her clit, he added in a low voice, “And here.”

She arched her back, pressing closer.

He sank a finger into her tight pussy. “And here.”

Her inner muscles clamped around the intrusion, nearly making his cock combust in his pants.

Pulling out, he trailed her arousal up the crease of her ass to the rosebud pucker hidden between her cheeks. He pushed a thumb on that pretty back hole as he lowered his head and said against her lips, “And I want to fuck you here.”

Her breath caught on a hitch, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed against his hand like the brave little kitten she was, her eyes flaring when the tip of his thumb sank through the tight ring of muscles.

From her reaction, she was an anal virgin, but he asked anyway, “Have you done it before?”

Looking nervous, she shook her head.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Warmth spread through his chest. With those three little words, she’d given him her trust. A woman didn’t offer a man her ass if she didn’t trust him with her body. The gift was enormous, more than he could ever ask for.

“Do you have lube?” he asked, his voice gruff with need.

“No.”

He kissed her neck and let her go carefully, testing her balance before moving to the cabinet under the sink. Going down on his haunches, he scanned the contents in the light of the moon until he found what he was looking for.

He straightened with the bath oil and studied her face. If she had any doubts, he wasn’t going to rush her. “Are you sure about this?”

She licked her lips in a nervous action. “Yes.”

“Then get onto the bed for me, kitten.”

She didn’t hesitate. She walked ahead of him down the hallway, climbed onto the bed, and sat on her heels, watching him with curiosity and nervous anticipation as he left the oil on the nightstand and locked the sliding door. He left the curtains open so that he could see her body in the moonlight. No one was going to walk past her door at this hour. Then he stripped quickly and got behind her on the bed.

Trailing a palm over the smooth curve of her shoulder, he said, “On your hands and knees.”

When she’d obliged, he gripped her thighs and spread her legs, exposing both her pussy and her asshole. She was perfect. Made for him. His cock thickened, agreeing with that assessment.

“Stay like that,” he said, stroking the soft skin of her back. “Don’t bend your arms.”

He gripped her ass and spread her cheeks. “I’m going to taste you.”

It was all the warning she got before he lowered his head between her thighs. Tamping down the urge to suck her off as fast as he could, he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue and licked down her slit. A tremor ran over her body. He licked again, up and down, and sucked hard on her clit. She jerked, biting off a moan. He let go of her ass and used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, giving him better access. He fucked her with his tongue until her arousal coated his chin. Alternating between penetrating strokes and licking her clit, he brought her to where he wanted her—close to coming.

From the way she moaned, he knew she needed release, but she didn’t ask. She suffered his pace, obediently accepting what he chose to give. He hummed his approval against her pussy, inviting a shiver. Gathering her arousal, he spread it to her dark entrance and applied gentle pressure with his thumb. He sucked her clit softly, slid two fingers of his free hand inside her pussy, curled the digits to find her sweet spot, and started thrusting with deep, slow strokes.

A gasp fell from her lips. Her muscles contracted. A second later, her inner walls clenched around his fingers. He chose that moment to sink his thumb up to the knuckle into her ass. The grip of her pussy tightened. Spasms rippled through her body. She was coming hard, and he was drunk on her release.