55. Devour Me 🍋

Miraculously, Taos didn’t target the perfect sight of her slit. Sona admired his restraint; it must have taken every bit of self-discipline. She saw his jaw tighten and his throat bob. 
Leaning forward as far as her spine would allow and gripping her ankles to hold herself there, Sona tried the best impression of Taos’ sensual smirk and purred, “Then take me.”
It was permission enough. 
She thought he’d implode right then and there. Swatting aside her hands, Taos snatched her ankles and pulled her toward him as he dropped to his knees in the pool—so his head was level with what Sona assumed was a male’s favorite view. Her bare ass scooted toward him, bringing her slit mere inches from his face. 
When he shoved the insides of her knees outward, spreading her legs quite wide, Sona’s breath caught and she inhaled sharply, “Taos—”
His stumbled cheek was pressed to her thigh, kissing his way up, the fingers of his right hand digging into the flesh and muscle of her left calf. His warm breath against her skin sent shivers spidering out everywhere on her body. “Say my name.”
“Taos,” she whimpered, torn between watching him and falling back to close her eyes to the ceiling and simply *feel* the experience. 
Taos growled. “Watch me.”
*That makes it easy*. Sona obeyed, and then it occurred to her that this was almost the same position she’d held for hours when giving birth to Raff. The strange parallel pulled a strangled laugh out of her chest.  
Taos’ left hand was pressing lightly to her lower abdomen, the heel tickling her bush, pinning her into place. As if she’d want to move! “What’s so funny,” he mumbled with teeth and tongue appeasing the sensitive spot on the inside of her thigh. 
Unable to respond, Sona finally acknowledged the burning in her core. Gods, it burned hard, hot, and fast, almost painful in its strength. Overwhelming. Satisfying. Good. 
*Gods, it felt so good*.
They both knew exactly what that spot induced—and succeeded in achieving it.
Taos growled again in satisfaction, a primal sound that only made Sona react more, as he saw what she felt: wetness. 
She released a moan and fell onto her back, staring up at the dark wooden ceiling; she could’ve sworn stars were dancing with the flames and shadows. Clear juice trickled out of her—slick. A reaction of lust, an invitation to insertion, and something to lap up.
*Devour me*, she thought desperately, and then without realizing it godsdamnit, Sona gasped it out loud, *“Devour me.”*
Taos snarled savagely and yanked her forward by the hips so the backs of her knees propped on top of his shoulders. “I obey only you, my Luna.”
Sona opened her mouth to speak, but a strangled noise somewhere between a gasp, a moan, and a curse came out instead—as the first swipe of Taos’ tongue began the quick unraveling of her. 
She hadn’t been licked in half a year. And she’d forgotten how good it felt. How euphorically smutty. It strained every muscle in her already taut body. Just one lick and he was barreling her toward bliss. 
*You’re pathetic, Sona*, she thought at herself. *Are you really this easy?*
*No*, she argued back. *Just deprived.*
Taos’ face was smothered by her bush, lapping as if he’d been equally deprived. He tasted her with vigor. She *was* a feast; he was a wolf starved. 
And when he had his fill, Sona dredged up enough strength to crunch up to look at him. He was already looking at her with a crazed light darkening the already dark irises. A predator who just finished a meal. He even licked his godsdamned lips. 
Sona laughed breathlessly. “Good?”
“Excellent.”
Her limbs near-limp, she let her legs slide off his shoulders. She closed her gate; Taos’ jaw tightened when her thighs clamped together. She had to; her core was pulsing like its own heartbeat and if she didn’t get it under control, it would only muddle her mind further.
“What else do you want to kiss?” she murmured, leaning forward. 
Taos took her face between his hands and bared his fangs. His lips were wet and shiny with her slick, and he licked them too as his gaze targeted her breasts. “Those,” he grunted.
Sona scooted herself out of his reach, lying on her back with knees locked together. “Come and get them, then.”
He heaved himself out of the pool with a great sucking-splashing sound of the water. In an instant he was on top of her, legs spread on either side of him, warm water drenching her, getting in her eyes and mouth. His hands slammed to the marble next to her head and in his frenzy, it took him a moment before he realized she was spluttering like a pup in the rain.
“Sona?”
“I’m fine,” she panted, wiping the liquid away. “Keep going. Keep tasting. Please—”
Yet another growl as Taos started a trail of fiery kisses all around her chest. They returned to her sternum, the lovely valley between her breasts, teasing teeth and tongue, gooseflesh peppering Sona’s skin with a violent shiver. 
He was bearing his weight down on her even as his hand went to palm one breast, gently lifting and squishing it. The other was treated with the flick of a tongue to the nipple. Sona’s toes curled and she whimpered with pleasure, tilting her head up to squeeze her eyes shut. 
Gently he nipped at the sensitive pink thing and she couldn’t help but think of when she breastfed Raff as his teeth started to come in—
No. She wouldn’t think of her son during sex.
On top of it all, Taos was languidly—if not cravingly—grinding his hips against her pelvis. She felt his hard cock nudging her through his soaking-wet pants. He wanted in; it was taking everything he had not to speed up the process.
His frustrated grunts told her so.
Sona’s nails lengthened toward claws as she dragged her fingers across the marble floor. She started to roll her hips too, rubbing herself against him. A snarl rumbled in his massive chest cavity. “Taos,” she whimpered.
“Fuck, Sona,” he groaned, hefting himself off her to start undoing his pants. She jerked her head up so fast that it strained her spine. “Fuck. Damn this—”
The sound of the door slamming open echoed throughout the bathing room and an amused female voice chuckled, “Well fucking finally."