Free Garden of Desire: 1 by Delilah Devlin Page A

Cantor brought her hand between their bodies, back to his cock, and folded her fingers around him. “As long as you keep this warm, I won’t need your sweet cunt.”
    Fahgwat clasped him tightly and realized her fingers did not meet. How would she ever take him into her body? At the thought, her body convulsed deep inside her vagina and she gasped.
    “Does my blunt language offend you?”
    “No.” She forced a small smile onto her lips. “I like it when you use coarse language. It makes me feel wicked…dirty.”
    Cantor moaned and gave a little laugh. “Baby girl, you go right for a man’s balls, don’t you?”
    Urgency filled her, tightening her belly. “Cantor, I’m feeling funny now. Little twinges.”
    “Where?” He nipped her shoulder.
    “Between my legs,” she said on a gasp. She squeezed her thighs together hoping to ease the ache.
    “You’re horny. Let me help. “
    “Yes. Oh, please.” Her abdomen trembled and she moved her legs restlessly, squeezing them together.
    He pushed her to her back and rose over her, straddling her legs and lowering his body onto hers. His weight, the pressure of his heavy sex against her belly, his sac settling over her mons, assuaged her fevered movements for the moment.
    He kissed her mouth, the edge of her jaw, and slid his tongue across the top of her shoulder. Shifting lower, his cock rested against the juncture of her thighs. She tried to open her legs to let him lie between, but his knees clamped hers together like a vise. She squirmed beneath him.
    When his tongue fluttered across the top of her breasts she nearly came out of her skin. “Can- torr , Can- torr .”
    He groaned and sucked her skin. “Baby, I love the way you say my name.”
    “No talking. Kiss my breasts.” She grasped his ears and directed him to the tight tips, pressing her chest upward.
    His shoulders shook with muffled laughter, but he took her whole breast inside his mouth and did amazing things with his tongue and teeth until she whimpered and moaned.
    Strangely, she felt an overwhelming urge to move her hips, and she fought against his restraint, bucking beneath him, but he continued loving her breasts, sliding the flat of his tongue over her nipple and fluttering against the tip. Then he tortured her other breast.
    She was hot, cold, all at once. Her head thrashed upon the pillow. She needed something badly. “Please, Can- torr . I hurt. Help me.”
    Cantor released her breast and cursed. “Hold still for a minute.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder, dragging breaths into his lungs as if he had run a long race. Finally, he lifted his head.
    Fahgwat trembled to see his lion’s face again. Fear and excitement mingled to produce a juicy heat deep within her cunt.
    He pressed a knee between her tightly clasped legs and encouraged her to spread them wide, and then knelt between them. With his hands under her knees, he raised them, and then pressed them gently apart.
    Fahgwat had never felt so exposed. Her hand covered her open pussy, embarrassed by the moisture that seeped from inside her.
    But Cantor pushed aside her hand and pressed it to her breast saying, “Play with this. I’m going to be busy here awhile.” He stretched out on the mattress, his elbows supporting the weight of his torso, his face poised above her slick cleft.
    The first contact of his fingers on her mound was pure torture. Her hips lifted, seeking a deeper touch.
    He smoothed his fingers over her outer lips. “Like velvet,” he whispered.
    She watched him spread the dark folds of her sex, and his fingers traced an aching trail from the top of her slit to the bottom. Briefly, he pressed his thick thumb inside, just the pad, and Fahgwat’s hips jerked off the bed.
    “Christ, you’re wet!” He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked away her juice.
    Fahgwat’s eyes widened as he savored the taste of her. When he finished he used his wet thumb to flick her distended nipples. The sensation shot bolts of