[Atlantean's Quest 01] The Arrival by Jordan Summers Read Free Book Online

echoed in his mind.
    Eros ran a lone finger along the edge of her lace panties, then pulled out his knife, lifted the seam and sliced them off. He brought the material to his nose, inhaling again, then quickly tucked the ruined panties into his loincloth. His finger delved among her slick folds and into her wet slit, gently separating the petals that hid her fiery pearl.
    Rachel mewled.
    Her juices gushed over his hand. He brought the finger to his mouth and slipped it inside, tasting her for the first time. His mouth exploded in sensation, savoring, relishing, and filing her unique flavor for future reference.
    Exotic like forbidden fruit, she was truly a gift from the goddess.
    He pulled the finger from his mouth, maneuvering his bulk to the end of the cot, before slipping both hands onto her rounded thighs, carefully separating them enough until he could press his wide shoulders between them. Her breathing came out ragged, on edge with anticipation.
    Eros pulled her down until her bottom hit the lip of the cot. She was exposed and dripping, her wet pussy longing for what he would give her.
    She murmured, seemingly unable to form coherent words.
    He slipped a finger inside her velvet sheath. “You like this, don’t you little one?”
    A long, needy moan pushed past her lips. Eros worked his finger in and out of her. The muscles of her hungry cunt gripped him, beckoning him, pulling him back inside. He added another finger.
    She was tight, very tight. She would need much preparation before she’d be able to accommodate his massive cock. He removed his fingers from her moist folds. He needed more. Eros lowered his head between her legs and stuck out his six-inch tongue, stiffening it in preparation for entry. His eyes met hers a second before he plunged inside her passage.
    She gasped and whimpered. Her body rippled. He fucked her with his tongue, lapping at her folds in between each thrust, branding her. His thumb found her clit. He applied pressure to the hidden treasure with each circling pass.
    She cried out softly, her heated flesh singing beneath his masterful touch. Her body began to tremble and quake, riding on the razor’s edge of desire. He continued to plunder for a few minutes more, lapping up her juices.
    Eros paused, his muscles quivering. He met her eyes and waited for the word he needed to hear her utter.
    She gasped, making keening noises deep in her throat, trying to tilt her pussy to his face. “Eros, please…”
    There it was—his name. He dove back between her legs, twisting and spiraling his tongue, his mouth frenzied, drunk with the smell of her impending release.
    Giving one last shudder, Rachel came hard in his mouth, her body rippling with aftershocks.
    Eros fed deep from her endless well.
    He licked her flowing juices, trying to catch every last drop with his tongue. Intoxicated by her taste, he savored her wetness, praying that the memory would last until he could feast upon her once again.
    Mindlessly, he stroked the soft down between her legs, petting it for a job well done. His eyes followed her pebble-like nipples moving up and down, until her breathing slowed. The rise and fall of her chest mesmerized, lulling him with its calming rhythm.
    His chin was wet from her release. Eros wiped it with the back of his hand and onto his loincloth. His cock grew so hard, he thought it would burst before he’d get a chance to fill her. How he’d last until after the ceremony, he knew not.
    “Sleep little one.”
    The creatures of the jungle were starting to stir. In a few hours it would be dawn. With great effort, he rose up, quickly buttoning her shirt and moving her back onto the cot.
    Her eyes were drowsy from being sated. He placed a slow burning kiss on her mouth. His teeth nipped at her lower lip, until she allowed him full access, until she surrendered.
    Eros’s heart leapt in triumph.
    He plunged into her deep recesses, tasting the honeyed nectar within. In a dance as old as time itself,