The Dark Space by Ruthie Knox, Mary Ann Rivers Page B

and hundreds of thousands of chill bumps prickled out all over my body. I penetrated myself with a finger.
    I had to.
    “ Shh. ” He pulled my hand gently from my cunt and then sucked the finger that had been inside of me into his mouth, all of it, right to the base, rubbing his tongue over the underside of my finger, slippery, slippery, and I showed him that image again, of Jason tonguing Finn, wanting to torture him. He groaned, loud, and slid to the tip of that finger and bit it.
    Hard.
    Looking at me.
    “Fuck,” I said. It was involuntary, more a sound than a word, and he grinned his Cal Darling grin.
    “Look.” He brought his hand down over my hip. My skin looked pink and gold, flushed. When he raked his hand over my belly, the color swirled and thickened between his fingers.
    I watched him play. He painted over the sides of my thighs, over the soft inner skin of them. He went back to my breasts, squeezing them until they felt tight. I started to roll my hips because it hurt not to.
    “Face me, scoot down, and put your feet on my thighs.”
    When I did, my heart slowed, and my face got hot, so hot. This was real.
    I don’t know how else to explain what I felt facing Cal, naked, his shoulders holding me wide, but that it was so real I ached and could feel the memory burning into my mind, writing this indelibly into everything that had ever been and would be Winnie Frederickson .
    He looked at my pussy. Wedged his hands under my ass and pulled me closer.
    I don’t know what I expected him to start with, but when he licked me, licked me from the bottom, slow, right into where I was so tight at the top, I made a sound that was so loud and so womanly , deep and big and stuttering.
    He did it again. Harder, deeper, I could feel the sandy bristles on his face, and then he pushed his chin into my clit and every muscle in my thighs contracted, let go, energy banging though me on its way out.
    He kissed, soft, while I trembled. “You taste so good.”
    His praise was something I didn’t even know I wanted for this until he gave it.
    He spread me open with his thumbs, and I could feel my come dripping down, over my asshole. I shivered.
    “I’m going to lick you and suck you, Winnie.”
    I arched my back, his voice in that serious range that made me feel experienced and worldly and hot.
    “Fuck my face, okay, baby? Just fuck it.”
    I remember I had this thought, right before I couldn’t think at all, that Cal Darling ate pussy like it was entirely for himself. Like you weren’t even there, and it’s hard to explain, but it meant it didn’t matter how long you bucked and hitched your clit against his sucking, licking, biting mouth, because coming wasn’t the point. The point was coming until you didn’t want to come anymore ever again.
    When he slid fingers inside of me, I grabbed his hand and pushed them deeper. When I came the first time, his tongue flicking my clit, I bit my own fingers, hard, had to. He just kissed my thigh, pressed his palm over me, steady, firm, and rimmed my asshole until I said his name through tears.
    The last time, it was so slow, soft, I felt open, a little empty, even with his fingers inside of me. I was moaning on every breath, drenched in sweat, pushing my hands against my forehead.
    The words, they were so sweet in my mouth, gathering into their shape, it was so easy to breathe them into the room.
    “I love you, Cal. I love you.”
    He hummed against me, stilled. I propped up on my arms again, and he looked at me, kissed over me soft, and I realized he was shaking.
    He reached down and yanked the tongue of his belt out of the buckle. I went from lax to feeling the oppressive tightness of our energy all over again. I was spilling light.
    He shoved down his pants. His cock was hard, so hard, the skin tight, the slit honeyed.
    He leaned over, bracing his arm by my head. The underside of his cock brushed over me, and I started shaking.
    “Winnie, Winnie, Winnie-girl,” he breathed. I