where I want his mouth and hands. I put my own hands back on the smooth surface of the podium, letting my head fall back, red and black hair cascading around my shoulders. I can see the crescent moon, as sharp as a scythe in the dark sky, the stars twinkling like the galaxy is being cheeky, winking back at me.
He's been drawing me all this time, I think, closing my eyes against the sensation of his mouth against my thighs. It's a bit of a surprise when he finally touches those fervid lips of his to my core, kissing me and dragging his tongue along my wet heat. A gasp escapes me, echoing in the quiet space, our only audience the stars above and the giant ferns on either side of us.
Barron's hands grasp onto my hips, holding me in place as he teases me with his breath, clearly in no hurry whatsoever.
At least that's something I have right now, time. I mean, as soon as I fall asleep, it's over, but as long as I'm awake, the here and now is all that matters.
He uses his tongue to tease my folds before sliding up to my clit and working around it in a circle, causing my breath to skitter and jump with the sensation. The only time I've ever done this was that first night with Calix; it's all new to me.
Slowly, Barron introduces new movements, slipping his tongue briefly inside of me before adding a finger, then two, then three. By the time he begins to move them in and out, I'm lost to the feelings of pleasure collecting in my lower belly, making my muscles tighten around his fingers. My nipples are so hard they hurt, and if I didn't need my hands to help keep me balanced on the podium, I might reach for my breasts and squeeze them, tease the hard, pink points with my fingers.
“Shit, I can't take it anymore,” I whisper, my voice hoarse but velvety, pleading. My right hand grabs for Barron's hair, fisting in the lacy skirts instead.
“You're not a guy, are you?” he asks, lifting his head up and pushing the skirts aside as he stares up at me with one brown eye, one blue. “Based on my research down here, I'd say … no. So, let the orgasm come and stop fighting it.” He smiles at me, a smile made of shadows and unsaid things. When he puts his head beneath my skirts again, I lose control to his lips and tongue, to long fingers stirring up friction where I need it most.
My climax rides up and over me like a wave, and I cry out, the sound echoing in the glass chapel as Barron continues to push his fingers inside of me, leaving me a hot, shaking mess. Sweat beads between my breasts and on my forehead as he stands up and pulls me close, kissing me with a sweet taste on his tongue, the taste of my own body clinging to his lips.
“You're so wet and so hot, so tight,” he murmurs, taking my mouth for his own, cupping my face with a possessive hand. His other hand kneads my ass with wet fingers. “Let's keep this going, shall we?” He picks me up off the podium and I cross my ankles behind his back. “This hard-on I'm nursing is going to kill me if I don't do something with it.”
Barron lays me down on the smooth stone floors, kissing me and rolling his hips at the same time. A groan escapes me, swallowed up by yet more kissing. I'm surprised by the gentle possessiveness in his touch, the way our bodies fit together like we were made for each other.
“We don't need a condom,” I murmur as Barron grinds his hips to mine, ruining the front of his leather pants as he pushes the hard bulge of his cock against my aching heat. He pauses briefly to look down at me, balanced on his elbows against the stone floor.
“Why not?”
He's the first one to actually ask me that, and I have no idea how to respond. I figure the truth is as good as anything.
“I told you: I'm living in a time loop. It doesn't matter if we use one or not; there's no such thing as consequence tonight.” At least, no physical consequences. I can't stop these moments from being etched into my heart and soul, can't stop them from bleeding me dry when