Shalia's Diary Book 6 (22 page)

Authors: Tracy St. John

Betra parted my legs with care, as if opening a long-awaited gift in a manner that would prolong the anticipation. Oses continued to kiss me while one hand moved to palm my breast. I found the strength to arch just a little into his touch. He kneaded eager flesh, sending warm pleasure to suffuse my body.

Betra kissed my slit, the buss as chaste as a nun’s. Another little kiss. Then, as Oses had done, the Imdiko’s tongue took a careful taste as if to tease my pussy to open. I felt wetness slide from me, and that glorious tongue lost all hesitation, lapping eagerly.

I moaned into Oses’ mouth. The hand on my breast squeezed and his tongue slid against mine in a dance of excitement.

Betra traced long licks over my trembling womanhood, building tension there. His lips and tongue played over my clit, sending darts of heat deep inside me. I clenched my fists in Oses’ hair as desire heightened. My feet dug shallow furrows into the mattress beneath me as I reacted to the intensifying burn.

Oses pinched one nipple and the other through my gown, adding jolts of electrifying pain. He tugged on the tightening points. His demanding touch amplified the pleasure melting my core. I tore my mouth from his long enough to gasp, “More,” before he took me with that mind-stealing kiss once again.

I got what I asked for. The cruelty of the Nobek’s pincer-grasp fed the maelstrom of sensation building in my gut. I was overcome, punished and pleasured, until there was nothing but me and those two men.

Betra’s mouth plastered over my pussy, sucking against the folds to seal us together. His tongue whipped over my trapped clit, berating it back and forth against the raspy surface. I cried out, my wail muffled by Oses’ kiss. Sheer bliss shot through me.

Betra growled. The powerful sound vibrated his lips and tongue, which lashed my nub even faster. My pussy seized, brightness growing and glowing. It arced higher ... higher ... higher...

I’d reached the summit. My body gathered all that blinding brilliance and leaped.

I soared on pulses of vivid pleasure, flying through golden-basked nirvana. The heavens opened for me. I flew and flew, forgetting the ground beneath me, denying gravity for eternity-filled seconds. Even when it was done, I floated like a cloud in peaceful completion. The storms were over, chased away by the men who gathered close to hold me in sheltering arms.

Life is precious. The people who fill mine are more precious still.

The End

Other books by Tracy St. John available at Amazon:

Unholy Union

The Font

To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue

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