I’d been shocked when Shannon told me she had no experience. She had always seemed so confident, so innately sexual, I had just assumed she had been with plenty of women before. The females here were insane, leaving her untouched. I hadn’t been lying when I told Shannon she was beautiful. With her golden skin and dark hair, she looked like a goddess. She felt like it too. I drew my finger across her stomach again, relishing how soft she was. It was odd, in that moment, to realize I actually had more experience than she did and I was able to savor the differences. My men were hard everywhere I had touched them, their abdomens, their arms, their legs. Shannon’s body was so soft under my hands, delicate even, such a contrast to how strong I knew she was.
I tilted my head so I could look into her eyes, brushing a kiss over her collarbone, and she blew out a shaky breath, her green eyes closing with a sigh. I shifted and leaned forward to capture her mouth with my own. Her lips were as soft as the rest of her. Her hand cupped my chin, angling me so her tongue could dance with mine. I tugged the band from her braid, threading my fingers through her dark strands so her hair hung in silken ropes across her shoulders. I murmured my approval at the sight, enjoying the sensation of it as I combed my hand through her silky locks and kissed her again.
She shifted us effortlessly, moving her body over me, and I groaned my approval when her breasts brushed against mine, the weight of her breasts pressing down. Her pebbled nipples rubbed my own, and her hair brushed across my collarbone in a tease of sensation as she dotted gentle kisses across my jaw to my throat.
I stroked a hand across her hip, reveling in the fact that her skin was as silky as the panties she still wore. I angled my throat, gifting her access, as I arched my chest to press my breasts tighter against hers, increasing the sensations. “Goddess, Pixie.” She sucked at the hollow of my throat, making me cry out as her tongue worked over the thin skin. Her leg slid between mine, both of us straddling the other’s thigh.
I tugged her mouth back to mine, my tongue twining with hers.
“You’re perfect,” I told her quietly when she broke our kiss. I cupped her face and brushed our lips together before leaning my forehead against hers. “Still okay?” I wanted this, goddess, did I want this, but I wasn’t going to push her further than she wanted to go.
“Yes. Goddess, yes,” she breathed out, taking my mouth again. “If it gets to be too much, tell me and we’ll stop.” The words were nearly ragged when she pulled back, and I nodded my agreement. She cupped my breasts, running her thumbs across my nipples, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. The motion had me rocking against her thigh, and I groaned at the contact. Her pale jade eyes were full of heat as, still locked on mine, she lowered her head and flicked her tongue out to circle my tight pink bud before she sucked it into her mouth. The sound she made was hungry as she suckled, and I clasped her head to my breast, my hand digging into the thick, dark strands of her hair as I arched my hips, riding her thigh. I knew I was dripping wet, soaking her thigh, but I didn’t care—I just wanted more. Her free hand plucked my other nipple, rolling and pinching it, tugging gently on the bud until my head thrashed on the pillow. Her breasts were pressing into me, adding to the sensations that were building within me, overwhelming me.
“Shannon!” Her tongue worked me in smooth, even strokes, her knee grinding into me exactly where I needed it, and I splintered apart underneath her with a cry.
Shannon pulled back, nuzzling into my neck with a small smile. “I wonder how many times I can do that?”
I nearly choked on a laugh. “What?”
“Well, you’re clearly very responsive.” She licked across my breast, and I shuddered, making her smile wickedly. “I bet I could make you come for me over and over again until you could do nothing other than tremble beneath me.”