The Song Bird (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Beth D. Carter Page A

out, he eased down next to her on the bed.
    “I’m going to clean you,” he told her.
    “No, please,” she said. “I can take care of it.”
    As if not hearing her, he began wiping her legs.
    “Jason, please, I can do this.” She tried taking the cloth from him.
    He pulled it back. “Are you embarrassed?”
    “Yes!” she replied with a bit of desperation in her voice.
    Jason cupped her face. “Avilon, what happened last night was natural.”
    “For you, maybe,” she muttered.
    He gave her a wry smile. “I admit that having multiple partners isn’t unique to Eli or myself, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Avilon. Nor is the blood upon your thighs.”
    As he talked to her, he kept washing her body, running the cloth over her skin in long strokes. Despite her unease with the situation, each area where his touch landed exploded in a riot of sensations. Her heart started to pound as wetness collected in her private area, right were the cloth was being pulled. The rough texture scraped along the delicate nerve endings, making her gasp and shiver as desire suddenly flooded through her body.
    “Your body has learned to crave a man’s touch,” Jason murmured. As he pulled the cloth once more in her slit, he let his finger nudge the tender little nub. “Your body aches for pleasure. Would you like some more, Avilon?”
    Her breath caught in her throat at the promise of sinful delight darkening his blue orbs. He leaned down and captured her lips with his, the kiss stealing away the last of her hesitation. Avilon breathed in his scent, an intoxicating blend of male and raw sexuality. She raised her arms and encircled his neck, allowing his body to press into hers. The hard ridge of his cock strained against the buttons of his pants, pressing into the area where she needed him most.
    One of his hands pulled the blanket away, baring her breasts to his gaze. He bent his head and nuzzled between them before turning to flick his tongue across a nipple. Her chest arched, begging for more attention, which he happily gave. He lavished one breast and then the other, sucking and licking her nipples with equal fervor. Raw need flooded her pussy, and she moved her hips against him, urging him to mount her, to ride her and put out the fire that consumed her.
    “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he gave one final caress of her nipples.
    “I’m only hurting from you not taking me,” she told him. “Please, Jason.”
    He left her breasts to trace the fine lines down her body. His finger found her slit, wet with need, and he pushed a finger inside, immediately setting up an in-and-out rhythm that quickly escalated the fire in her blood. He pushed another finger in while his knuckle brushed against her clit. Before she knew what was happening, her body shattered into a thousand bright colors, robbing her of breath for a few moments. She rode it out, humping his hand, which still teased her, desperate for more and yet wanting his flesh buried deep inside.
    “Jesus, Avilon,” Jason muttered against her mouth. “You drive me out of my mind.”
    “Please, Jason,” she whimpered.
    His hand left, and he pushed himself up, his thighs straddling her lower body. Slowly, he undressed. First were the suspenders. Next was his shirt. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, which was heavily swollen. The large purple head bobbed, as if demanding to find her body. Fascinated, Avilon reached out and touched the tip, catching a bit of liquid seeping from the hole.
    “You’re beautiful,” she told him.
    He gave a pained laugh. “I’m bloody aching is what I am.”
    “Does this taste good?” she asked as she brought the small bit of liquid to her mouth. She darted out her tongue to lick it up.
    “Fuck, Avilon, I almost came,” he grumbled. “If you want to taste my cock, I’ll be happy to let you slurp me up later. Right now I want to be buried so far in you that you forget your name.”
    “Then take me,” she