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For a few moments, I feel like he’s just gonna stare at them, and my mouth and throat go dry. I swallow hard and wet my lips with my tongue right before his crash against mine, capturing my mouth and my moan with his lips and groan. Then, his finger slips inside of me, sliding up to meet my swollen clit. My body convulses at the first touch as he slips his fingers along that line again before he dips deep inside.
I cry out as my head flies back against his shoulder, my back arching, giving him more access. He smiles right before his lips glide down my neck, nipping at the skin as his fingers work inside of me, in and out slowly, a controlled pace, driving a little deeper as I writhe and moan under his touch. His other hand travels up my body between my breasts, fingers a semicircle around the base of my neck and then sliding up my face to guide it toward him.
“Give me those lips again, Whit.”
His hand tightens at the base of my throat, and I like it. I like the feel of him controlling my moves as he fucks me with his fingers, basically holding me up the entire time as our lips and tongues taste one another’s.
When he breaks our kiss, I see a small smile curl on his lips. His hand descends again, sliding between my breasts and then back up, palming one tit, pulling me harder against him, allowing me to feel his hard length against my body as his fingers continue working their magic, moving slowly in and out of me. He squeezes my breast, plucks my nipple, and I see stars.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
My voice? I don’t even recognize it; it’s needy, throaty, and thick with desire for him to continue, knowing my orgasm is within reach, but then again, it always is. It’s always right there, but what happens after is good, but not what I’ve always dreamed it would …
“Oh gosh, oh …”
My eyes fly open as my heart pounds when they meet his. A knowing smile curls on his lips when he sees that I’m ready to fall apart.
“I got you, Whit, fucking always,” he hisses as his fingers move inside me, deeper, a little faster. He hits a spot that’s electric, and it causes stars to dance behind my eyes.
I’m right there. Right. There.
He stops and turns me to face him, pulls me in tight against his godlike body, palms my ass, and lifts me up.
Hands gripping his shoulders, I hang on tight as he turns and moves us into the suite’s bedroom and then gently tosses me on the bed. His eyes roam my body, and my face catches fire when I realize I’m spread out in front of him.
“Your pussy is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He licks his lips as he crawls up from the end of the bed. My knees immediately start to close, and he grabs one. “Let me see you.”
Both hands now on my knees, he spreads my legs apart. “Move back a little, yeah?”
Every inch I go back, he moves forward until my back hits the headboard. Pope positions himself between my legs and then moves one leg and then the other over his shoulder.
His lips touch my thigh, and I immediately shiver as he moves further and further up.
He glances up at me as he settles between my legs. His dark irises flare as they hold mine, and then, without warning, his tongue darts out and connects with my center.
I grip the comforter as my eyes roll back. My head falls against the headboard as he licks me, dragging his tongue up and down my core. He pushes a finger inside of me, and that’s when it happens … all those stars explode, and I am blinded as pleasure rocks through my body.
It’s all I can do to hold on and not scream his name so loud that people—our friends in the room next door—hear me.
He doesn’t stop. He circles my clit, sucks, and licks and kisses me as he eats me out like no one ever has before. I’m not sure what my ex did could even be considered eating me out because it was nothing like this. It was foreplay that led to sex and didn’t come anywhere close to making me feel like this, let alone cause another onslaught of pleasure to be right there behind it, ready to ruin me.
His face is buried between my thighs, his hands gripping my legs and holding me to him as I try to wiggle away.
“Too much, toooo much.”
He doesn’t stop. He spreads me wider, keeping one hand on my thigh as his mouth continues to work me, along with his finger … one and then two and then… he sucks my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my body involuntarily trying to pull away until time freezes and I am stuck in … heaven.
Panting, he kisses up my body, moves beside me, and pulls me into his arms, then tight against him as we both try to catch our breath.
His words finally break the not-so-silent silence, due to the fact my heart is beating so loud I can hear it. “Thank you, Whit.”
I don’t move when he slides out of bed—and not because I don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure I simply can’t move.
When I hear the shower running, I turn my head to the side and can see his reflection in the mirror as he steps in. I watch as he stands under the stream of water, as he lays his hands against the marble wall, and as his head drops down, allowing the water to wash over him. He’s gorgeous, and he’s always known what he wants, so why am I overthinking this? Why do I allow myself to think that Pope would hurt me? Why am I keeping him at arm’s length? Why am I letting him think he’s alone in his feelings? Even our dreams for our future are the same.
I lie there, just watching him, until I realize the muscles that run from his neck to his shoulder on the left side are tensing and loosening, I force myself to sit up—okay, force is not quite accurate. I sit up because I wanna know if what I think he’s doing is actually what he is doing.
