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We shouldn’t.
His hands clasp my legs as he kneels between my thighs and runs his tongue along my skin, inching closer to my sex. He moans his approval the closer he gets and nips my flesh. “Your legs are sweet, but I’m dying to taste your sweet honey. Just thinking about it has my mouth watering and my dick begging for his turn.”
I swallow hard and glance down my body to see his half-hooded eyes and the feral expression on his face. When his fingers part my swollen lips, I whimper. Oh, who the fuck cares? I can worry about that afterward–afterward. I’m not missing this.
“So pretty and pink.” He traces his index finger along my seam. “And so wet.” I jump at his touch and fist the sheets until the material is twisted into a knot.
“Please.”
His eyes glow with heat as they meet mine. “Please, what?”
My entire body vibrates in frustration. “Please, I don’t care what you do but do something. Tongue. Mouth. Fingers. I’m not pick–”
I’m not able to finish the word as his fingers dives inside my sex. “Like this? Do you like me touching you? Filling you?” He goes deeper until his curled fingers presses into my heat.
“Yes. Yes. I do.” I wiggle my ass and hips, eager for more.
The man’s hands are huge. I mean, I’ve noticed it before, but with two fingers, he fills me fuller than Ian did with his penis. I sold myself short with that one. He slowly works in and out of me before withdrawing his fingers and sucking them deep into his mouth. As much as I hate the emptiness, seeing him eagerly devouring my desire has my heart thundering in my ears.
“Perfect.” He licks his lips. “Everything about you is perfection.” He shakes his head. “Not that I expected anything different.”
Why is he talking to me like this? Saying he’s always wanted me? Looking at me like I’m the most important person in the world? Is this for real, or how he treats all the women that he beds? If it is, I both want to bash him upside the head and jump off the bed and give him a standing ovation. He’s that good and has barely–
His tongue swipes up my seam, twirls around my throbbing clit as he grasps my thighs and eats my pussy like he’s a starving man. The room is filled with the sounds of his lashing tongue and my increasing whimpers of pleasure and satisfaction. I’m quickly learning he does everything with thorough intensity.
My heels dig into the mattress as I arch upward, eagerly meeting his mouth. I want more. So much more. I don’t want him to ever stop.
Even while those thoughts float in my head, I know that’s not reality. Connor would hate it, and then there are my other brothers. I can see Connor pouting and demanding we don’t see each other. Hell, he’s already done it more times than I can count. And then, there’s the distance issue. My job is in San Francisco. And his life is here in Meadow Bay.
Stop worrying. You’re ruining the moment. Why are you trying to ruin the best oral sex you’ve ever received? I fist my hands into his hair and enjoy the ride.
As his tongue twirls and sucks my clit between his lips while fucking my heat with two fingers and the walls of my sex bite down hard on his digits. “Harder. Don’t stop.”
His chuckle vibrates my flesh, but he doesn’t stop. The intense friction of his fingers riding my G spot as I clamp down on him, sends my head flying.
“Right there,” I moan louder than necessary when it’s just us in an empty house, but I don’t care. I want to fly in a way only he can make me. I feel it. It’s almost here. He lifts his head while still working in and out of me. “Grab the pillow, put it behind your head, and watch me as I worship you.”
I’m shaking as I follow his command. I’ve never had sex with the lights on. Let alone had sex while watching someone. It feels too intimate. Too vulnerable.
“Flick open your bra so I can see those gorgeous tits.”
I shiver as the air pebbles the exposed tips. At this point, I’d do whatever he told me if he kept touching me.
“Damn.” He shakes his head. “I want to be everywhere at once. I can’t get enough of you. You’re beautiful.”
“Stop.” I roll my eyes.
This isn’t real. He’s so full of shit. Smack. Shit.
I jerk as his palm slaps against my clit, leaving my flesh stinging, and his fingers stop moving, causing me to whimper again. Only this time over the denial of the bliss he’s been providing.
“Don’t roll your eyes. I’m not lying. You’re beautiful.” His eyes narrow into slits. “Now, be a good girl and pinch those nipples so I can get back to what I was doing.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
Holy cow. My ex never said anything during sex. It was dark, nudge, poke, maybe a suck and a lick and in and out. This is not what I was prepared for.
