“Understood.”
His tongue stroked across another one of her scars, and unexpectedly, tears pricked at her eyes. He hadn't shied away from the ugly mess of raised flesh from day one, and Dillon hadn't realized how deeply it would affect her.
How beautiful it would make her feel; he treated them as just another part of her to worship with his mouth.
“Are you good with me behind you right now?” With her throat too tight to speak, Dillon nodded, moving with him when Nasa pressed her forward. “Hold onto the bedpost for me.”
Dillon reached up and gripped the cool wood so tight her fingers ached. She heard herself whimper when his heat disappeared from her back, struggling to breathe, to think when he tracked kisses up and down her back, not avoiding a single scar in his path.
So focused on how those kisses shook her straight through to her soul, she almost missed the tug and slide of Nasa pulling her yoga pants down her thighs.
“I can smell how wet you are, Dillon.” His voice was a guttural growl; his teeth nipping at her ass made Dillon go up on her toes.
The breath she'd held in exploded from her lungs, and the hot slide of his tongue along the back of her thigh caused her to yip in surprise, then moan in ecstasy.
“Sweet, tangy with a hint of salt. Lift your foot.”
Dillon lifted her right, then her left foot for him to tug away the spandex of her pants.
His hands slid up her calves, around her knees, up her thighs to frame her butt. The squeeze he gave her cheeks was accompanied by a grunt of appreciation.
“Turn around for me.”
Without the support of his hands and the bedpost to keep her upright, seeing him staring up at her with raw, feral hunger in his expression would have sent her to her knees.
He looked like a carnal beast, his face at the same level as her pussy, and the eager way he licked his lips made another whimper feather out of her.
Nasa leaned in and touched a kiss just below her navel, making her belly clench so hard she could feel a gush of her own juices spill down her inner thighs.
He pulled her knee over his shoulder, and even as he nuzzled at her inner thigh, Dillon could see his gaze was fixated on her pussy.
“So fuckin' pretty,” he growled, right before he dove in. He didn't spare a single inch, devouring her with voracious licks, and every sound she made only spurred him on.
Stars burst across her vision at the press of one, then two long fingers inside her, thrusting and retreating, deep and shallow, gentle and rough with no way for Dillon to anticipate his rhythm.
Nasa kept her surfing the edge of a tidal wave of pleasure, and the longer he held her right there, right on the cusp before the water rolled under and crashed against the shore, the bigger the wave got.
It grew and grew until her entire world centered on Nasa's wicked tongue, his talented fingers, and how he made her feel.
The leg she stood on felt as though it were made of jelly, the muscles in her hips, butt, and thighs quivering constantly.
Just when she thought he'd give her a moment to catch her breath, he changed tactics. He did that thing again, rolling his thumb and fingers together to simultaneously work her clit and her G-spot to induce a wild sensation overload. It made her feel as though she was about to climb out of her skin or explode.
While she struggled to breathe, he kissed, nipped, and nibbled his way up her belly. The flat of his tonguerasping against her nipple made her cry out, the strong pull of his lips, his tongue pressing the sensitive tip hard against the roof of his mouth...
Black spots danced across her vision, and as the orgasm crashed down on her, her limbs went completely slack right before the undertow pulled her under.
When her head broke water, Nasa had already lowered both legs to the ground. She felt the tender kisses he spread across her chest, lavishing attention on both her breasts, gently working his hand between her thighs to draw out every single ripple.
“Perfect,” he growled as he slowly pulled his fingers from inside her and used his body to press her back against the post, which held her up when she would have fallen.
His kiss started out as gentle little pecks and morphed into deep, euphoria-inducing mating of mouths. Dillon could taste herself on his lips, sweet and tangy, just like he said.
Even after crashing against him in euphoric release, she felt energized. Renewed, almost, and stronger than ever.
Heat poured off him like a furnace, and his muscles were bunched so tight, Dillon could trace the patterns of scar tissue beneath the tattoos inked into his skin.
Nasa didn't resist when she smoothed her hands over his biceps, following the push and pull of her hands until their positions were reversed.
Without having to ask, Nasa gave her one good squeeze before he reached behind his back to take hold of the post, letting Dillon explore his body at her leisure.
Dillon turned her lips to his jaw, his five o'clock shadow rasping against her cheek. She nuzzled at his neck, loving the way he hissed in response to the scrape of her teeth across the tendon where throat met shoulder.
The sparse mat of hair tickled her lips as she followed the chiseled line arrowing straight down the center of his torso. On her knees, Dillon worked her way down to his belly.
The rumbling growl he gave when she licked the skin just above the waistband of his jeans, the way the cobbled muscles of his abdomen clenched, made her deliriously happy.
As she very purposefully kissed the cool metal of his belt buckle, the mischievous little devil on her shoulder urged
