Sacred Serenity (Lotus House Book 2)

by Audrey Carlan

  “Little bird…you’re making me crazy,” he said through clenched teeth, but a smile still adorned his face, telling me he wasn’t mad but eager.

  Pulling together all my courage, I curled a hand around his erection. “Wow. It’s softer than I thought it would be.” I tugged it from bottom to top and gasped when a drop of precum appeared at the tiny slit at the crown. I knew about sex from my medical texts and personal study. I understood technically how the male anatomy worked, but experiencing it firsthand, with the man I loved, was so much better.

  Dash moaned and arched his chest up when I repeated the stroking motion. His expression was strained, and his skin seemed stretched tight over his muscles as he rocked his hips up and down to my movements as I stroked him. The realization that I was giving my first hand job hit me like a hammer to the head. Once that reality sank in, I got into it, rubbing my thumb over the crown, smearing the liquid. I wished I had the courage to put my mouth on him to wet his penis even more. Instead, I licked the length of my hand several times.

  “Jesus,” he cried out when I put my hand over him and ran it up and down.

  “Hey now, no bringing the big guy into this. I could very well be breaking some biblical rules.”

  His eyebrows furrowed, and he was about to speak when I decided to heck with it. I wanted to know what it was like, and who better than the man I loved to try it with? Shifting my hips back farther down his legs, I leaned forward and laid the flat of my tongue over the crown of his penis. I had to know what he tasted like. My mouth watered at the salty, rich flavor the second it hit my taste buds.

  “Oh, fuck me.” He put his hands in my hair but didn’t press down. Thank goodness. Had he done that, I might have lost my nerve altogether.

  “Do you like my mouth on you?” I licked up the length, tasting every inch. It made sense now why women did this for their men. They kind of went a little cuckoo. And honestly, having such power over his pleasure was heady, womanly, and downright intoxicating.

  He gripped the back of my head and tugged on the roots of my hair. When the tiny prick of pain hit, I sucked him all the way into my mouth, taking him halfway down my throat. I kept my lips over my teeth to protect the velvety length as much as possible. Once I was graced with a litany of curse words followed by nonstop moaning, I doubled my efforts, picking up my pace.

  “Amber, my love…so good having your mouth on me, but I’m gonna…” He lifted his hips, and his entire body went bowstring tight. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you have to stop now.”

  I thought about it for a moment while fluttering my tongue over the sensitive patch on the underside of his penis. Apparently, that tiny spot was a major erogenous zone on the male anatomy. I kept up a slow manual stimulation with my hand.

  “Little bird, now is not the time to play,” he ground out and breathed hard through his nose. Sweat dotted the skin of his golden chest. I wanted to taste those, too. I wanted to taste everything on this man. I loved him, and his essence was part of him.

  “Amber, honey, lift up, I’m going to come,” he warned again.

  “So come.” I wrapped my lips around his erection and took him as far down as I could go.

  “Christ,” he groaned and held me still. I crinkled up my nose and glared at him, but I didn’t let up.

  “Sorry, my love, oh baby, yyyeeesssss.” The word left his lips on a hiss as hot spurts of semen filled my mouth. I swallowed it down, wondering if it would be nasty and I’d gag. Genevieve said she’d gagged on her ex-boyfriend’s. With Dash, though, it seemed to happen so fast, and I swallowed it easily. I didn’t really taste much of anything other than heat and salty essence hitting my tongue and going quickly down my throat. No harm, no foul. Didn’t seem to be a big deal to me either way.

  For long moments, Dash remained still, eyes closed tightly, hands cupping my shoulders and his breath coming in rapid pants that lifted and displayed his chest beautifully. I waited for him to catch his breath, feeling a bit self-conscious. Was it good for him? Did all guys go off like that no matter what? Medically, if the male sex organ was stimulated manually, the man would eventually ejaculate, but that didn’t mean it felt as good as it sounded.

  Eventually Dash opened his eyes, blinking slowly. His amber gaze settled on mine. Then he did an ab curl, lifting up and tugging me back on top of the length of his body. He kissed me hard and so deep I forgot the worry and focused on the heat of his kiss. Once he’d had his fill of my lips, he pecked each cheek and then ran his lips over my temple, forehead, and down the other side.

  “Amber, my little bird. That was unbelievable.” He threaded his fingers through my hair, petting me at the same time he caressed me. “Best I’ve had.”

  “Really?” I jerked my head back. Yeah, right. With all of his experience, I was certain he was just saying that.

  He smirked, one side of his mouth lifting into a schoolboy grin. “The only woman I’ve ever loved gave me an experience unlike any other. Of course, it was the best I’ve ever had because it was from you.”

  Impeccable answer. I stared at him while running my fingers over his face. “So my inexperience wasn’t a turnoff?”

  He chuckled. “Quite the opposite, if my coming in your mouth wasn’t a hint. Besides, I wouldn’t have known you were inexperienced. You seemed to know exactly what to do with your hands.” He lifted one of my hands and kissed each fingertip, and then he repeated the process with the other one. “And your mouth.” He ran his index finger over my swollen lips. “Absolute perfection. You could bring any man to his knees, little bird. I’m just the lucky bastard that gets to experience it for the rest of his life.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’re so sure of that?”

  He squinted. “And you’re not?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. A lot of people fall in love all the time. Genevieve was in love with her ex at the time. Gave him all of herself and, in return, got the shaft when life got too hard and her parents died. What’s to say that wouldn’t happen to us?”

  “Simple. I’m not her ex. I’m the man who’s in love with you. You, Amber St. James. And now it’s my turn to show you.”

  Like a shot in the dark, I jerked up. “We can’t have sex.” I braced two hands on his chest, preventing him from getting too close.

  He cocked one eyebrow. “We just had sex, little bird. I was there, and it was amazing. Now, it’s my turn to feast on you.”

  “But I can’t have intercourse!” I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest.

  He sat up, uncrossed my arms methodically before shifting me closer. “My love, I told you, when the time was right, you’d give that gift freely. I’d never coerce it from of you. However, there are many things we can do that don’t include intercourse. I promise to keep your virginity intact. Will you let me show you? Let me physically love you in return?”

  “Just touch?” I asked, my voice shaking with anticipation. Visions of us in a variety of sexual scenarios flitted across my mind, taunting and mesmerizing me in equal parts.

  “And taste.” On that note, he locked an arm around my back and flipped us over so that he was lying between my legs.

  Oh, Lord. I’m about to be bad. Very bad.

  Chapter Thirteen

  This is quite literally the fountain from where life stems, direct from the womb. The sacral chakra is where we create life. In males, it is connected to where sperm are created in the testes, and an activated penis will respond with an erection, preparing to aid in the creation of new life.

  DASH

  Never in my life had I been gifted a more glorious sight. Amber, her dark hair fanned out on my pillow, her chest heaving in a ribbed tank, nipples erect and stretched against the fabric, her lower half only covered in a pair of low-cut cotton panties. The divine was shining down on me as I straddled her lengthy form. She squirmed around like a kitten swaddled in a blanket, but I knew my love well enough to calm her down. Sure, this would be a first for her, but I was determined

to make it the best sexual experience of her life so far.

  “Do you trust me, little bird?”

  She stopped jittering around, stilling her body under mine. “I’m nervous but…excited, too.”

  I smirked. “Oh, my love, I know you’re excited.” I held onto her panties and slowly ran my hands down the length of her smooth thighs, removing them inch by delicate inch.

  She swallowed and sucked in a harsh breath. Her skin prickled with gooseflesh.

  “Remove your tank,” I instructed, lust clearly evident in the gritty tone of my voice.

  Her eyebrows scrunched together. “Shouldn’t you do that?” She gripped the comforter between her fists.

  This was an important moment. Now was not the time for me to push. “Amber, I want you to give yourself to me freely, of your own accord. Not because I’ve turned you on or used sexual powers of persuasion. I promised you I’d never take advantage. So if you want to proceed, then you’re going to have to help me along.” I tilted my head and waited, my hands running up and down her bare legs, sensual and soothing at the same time. She still had her knees smashed together, not giving even a hint of bare pussy.

  I watched her face change from indecision to determination in a split second. “I want you.” Bravely, she curled both hands around the edge of her tank, lifted it, and pulled it off, throwing it to the floor. Her breasts bounced free and the sandy color of her quarter-sized areolas hardened.

  My mouth watered at the sight of those perfect breasts, but I had other plans. Namely the intoxicating, musky scent emanating from between her closed legs.

  Amber lay back against the mattress and raised her hands above her head where she clasped them together. I’d have bet anything she was holding them so they didn’t shake. I knew my girl was incredibly nervous but was also ready to take our relationship to a more physical plane, a fact for which I couldn’t begin to express my gratitude.

  With a light caress, I slid my hands up to both knees. I quirked an eyebrow in invitation. She extended the tiny tip of her pink tongue and wet her bottom lip before she nodded. Watching only her eyes to make sure she saw the love and desire I had for her, I pushed her legs open wide, her knees splayed and touching the mattress.

  Her sex flowered open, pink and glistening with her essence. “Amber, my love…thank you.” I stared in awe at the most private part of her, watching in adoration as her legs twitched and her anus puckered and relaxed with anticipation of what I might do to her. More than anything, I wanted to fist my cock and take what was mine, but she hadn’t offered her virginity. Not yet, and I respected her decision to go slow. Besides, today was about exploration, introducing her to the physical side of her sexuality so that when the time was right for me to claim her, she’d be ready, body, mind, and spirit.

  “Thank you, for what?” Her voice shook when she spoke. The fear and nerves were likely getting the best of her.

  “For giving me you.” I cupped her bare, wet pussy with my hand, grinding the edge of my palm against the hard button of her clit. She gasped and arched her pretty tits up in invitation. Waiting was no longer an option. I had to taste those sweet tips for myself.

  “Oh, sweet man,” she moaned and buried her hands in my hair when I covered one erect tip with the heat of my mouth. I still held onto her pussy. Just held it in my hand, allowing her arousal to coat my palm and fingers. I wanted her to get used to me touching what would soon be mine for the rest of time.

  Using one finger, I rimmed her slit, making sure to keep the edge of my palm pressing on her clit. Women could orgasm over and over through clitoral stimulation alone. I wanted a combination of the two and planned on using the sacred spot massage technique to achieve a multifaceted orgasm that would not only make love to her clit but her G-spot, and essentially her mind. I planned on having my little bird so far gone that she might even experience a female ejaculation, which would release her second chakra, allowing her a deeper sense of sexual freedom and intense pleasure.

  I tugged on her nipple with my teeth until the areola was a dark raspberry hue and the tip a tight knot of need before shifting to its mate and proceeding with the same attention.

  When Amber became so wet I could hear the sounds of my fingers moving in her arousal, I backed off. Jesus, she was responsive. I’d likely be able to make her come over and over just from stimulating her breasts. Sounded like loads of fun for another day, but today I was determined to awaken her kundalini.

  The kundalini is the serpent-like energy that sleeps at the base of the spine. In the female, it’s the energy source that needs to be awakened so that it can channel it through the rest of her chakras with the goal of reaching the path to enlightenment.

  After both nipples were nice and red, I licked my way up her neck to her mouth. “I’m going to enter you now, my love.”

  Her eyes widened, and I used my free hand to cover her mouth.

  “Only with my hand, although my cock”—I chuckled and rubbed my hardened shaft against her thigh—“would not be opposed to making a home in this juicy pussy.” I slid my fingers through the wet curls and over her entire cleft.

  “No, uh, penis yet.” The words left her lips garbled and accompanied some mumbled praise to the Lord as I massaged her slit with two fingers simultaneously. “Dash!” she cried out when I worked one and then two digits up and found, deep within the core of the woman I loved, the bumpy wall in desperate need of attention.

  “Shhh,” I whispered against her lips, kissing, sucking, and fucking her mouth the same way I manipulated her pussy.

  Amber’s entire body moved with me, humping my hand and mouth like a wild woman. I had no idea I’d fallen in love with the most responsive and intensely sexual creature I’d ever known, and that she would be a God’s honest virgin. What did I do in my past life to receive such a blessing? Whatever the reason, there would be no looking a gift horse in the mouth. I intended on partaking…liberally.

  “Dash, oh my goodness! I’m gonna…”

  At those words, I stopped adding pressure to her G-spot and, instead, pressed tiny kisses on every inch of her face. The apples of her cheeks, her temples, the sweet roundness of her chin. Each new spot seemed to bring with it clarity and relaxation of the high I’d worked her through.

  She groaned under me and tried to jerk her hips and fuck herself on my hand. Tantric rookies might allow her to get off at the first sign of orgasm, but so far, I’d shut her down twice. Once with her perfect tits, and second with the vaginal massage.

  “Dash…baby, I don’t understand what’s going on,” she muttered and pressed a hand over her eyes. Her hips were still moving while I stirred my fingers inside her. Even stretching her with two fingers was not going to be enough for my cock to fit. I’d need to work her pussy and make sure she had a couple orgasms before taking her when the time came. I’d read enough about virgins to know that the first time didn’t come pain-free. When we took that step, I intended to make it pleasurable and memorable. She would only get one chance to give this gift, and with my Amber, I wanted that to go both ways.

  I smiled at my little bird, her feathers ruffling as I slowly worked her G-spot again. I wasn’t giving her enough pressure to make her come or stimulating her in other ways. This process was deeply personal and meant to connect the couple in a more profound way. It took time to do it just right. I wanted Amber to know only my touch, to believe that I’d bring her to the greatest heights of pleasure…me. Her one and only.

  When I could tell her breathing was back to a more even pace, I shifted my weight so that I was farther down the bed. I hovered over her sex and glanced up. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in shallow puffs as her eyes zeroed in on my location. Keeping my eyes on her, I flattened my tongue and put it on the tight little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She swallowed and her eyelids went to half-mast. Cue hard-core sucking. Like a freezing man in a snowstorm, I wrapped my mouth around her hot clit and relished in her heat.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh my God!” she cried out, lost in her pleasure.

  I loved having that effect on her. Knowing she’d lost all her inhibitions made me feel like a king. I picked up the pace with my fingers pressing into her, massaging deep inside with a petting motion. Her body thrashed around, and I had to use my left elbow and arm to hold her legs open. She rode my face like a jockey racing to the finish line. Unfortunately for her, I backed off again at the first sign of orgasm.

  “No! No! No!” she screamed and tried to push my head back to her tasty center. Believe me, I wanted to suck her dry, but there was a method to the sacred spot massage, and she had at least three more rounds of this to go before she’d succumb to the kundalini, opening and allowing her the freedom she needed.

  For another hour, I built her up and brought her down. Over and over, she responded like a goddess, her body so primed for Tantric sex, I couldn’t get past it. With every sigh, every heated cry, each tear that fell down her cheeks as I worked her almost to the point of no return, and then back down, my heart filled with a love so intense I knew with everything within me this woman was my soul mate.

  Finally, after a full eight times of bringing her to the brink, I knew she was ready. We both were. My cock burned with the intense desire to meet its mate, but on that, I held back. This experience was all for my love.

  “Dash, baby, I can’t take any more,” Amber cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her head turned from side to side, utterly aimless. Her legs shook as I continued the endless manipulation of her G-spot. I had her so split apart she’d lost hope in receiving release. And now it was time to give it all back.

  “Amber, my love, it’s time.” I kissed her mouth.

  Even beyond exhaustion, she kissed me back, her tongue tangling with mine. Her lips were so swollen they might have hurt, but I didn’t care. My greedy side sucked and bit down on them, bruising them further. I wanted everything she had to give and more. I’d settle for nothing less. Kiss by kiss, I made my way down her neck, my hand going to town against that magic spot. Her juices soaked my hand, coated her thighs, and dripped down between her ass cheeks.

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