“That’s it.” His touch dips lower, sweeping across my entrance. He releases a muted growl. “Oh, gorgeous, you are so wet for me.” He doesn’t linger. He lets his touch circle where I need him most before he moves on.
My hips twitch, seeking more pressure.
“Be patient.” He lays his forearm across my pelvis, keeping me in place.
Sutton repeats the pattern. Circling, brushing over that spot before returning to the top. My body heats little by little. Staccato whimpers fall from my mouth. On the next rotation, Sutton gathers some of the wetness and drags it over my clit.
I shudder and reach out to grip his arm.
“Do you like that?”
My nod is jerky. I wrap the fingers of my other hand around the handle of the cabinet beside my head, making the plates inside rattle.
He slowly circles my clit. “Tell me what you need. Softer? Harder?”
“This is perfect.” My mouth falls open as soft electric pulses ripple through me, starting deep between my hips and reaching my toes.
Sutton presses another open-mouthed kiss on the inside of my bare knee and slips a finger inside. He pumps it slowly, letting me get used to the intimate intrusion. He plays me like he’s been well attuned to my body for years. Not like this is the first time I’ve ever been touched by him.
He sinks a second finger inside and retakes my mouth. His tongue swirls against mine, stroking in time with his fingers.He moves them faster. Harder. Reaching a deep spot that I’ve never felt before as his thumb strums across my clit, a brutal combination that sets off fireworks in my blood.
“Sutton,” I gasp, feeling like a string pulled taut. A frustrated whimper falls from my lips straight down Sutton’s throat.
“Look at you, gorgeous. You’re doing so well for me.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, delivering a sharp sting before letting go. “I love seeing you like this.”
My hips undulate against his hand, increasing the pressure. My clit throbs beneath his thumb, and I begin to pulse around his fingers. Close, but not enough.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re making me work for it. That’s okay, Firecracker. I love a challenge.”
Sutton drops to his knees and yanks my hips to the edge of the counter. Right in the place where he eats his breakfast, he spreads me wide and drags his tongue over me like I’m his favorite meal.
I slap my hand over my mouth. The warm, steady pressure of Sutton’s tongue nearly rockets me straight over the edge. His fingers keep a leisurely pace, contrasting the fervor with which he eats me.
Sutton Stone is on his knees for me.
Oh god. The thought alone nearly makes me come. Sutton looks up at me, his eyes hot with desire as he swirls and sucks.
“Sunny,” I moan, feeling it closing in.
“Let me have it.”
A pressure starts behind my navel and travels lower. My stomach muscles tense so hard they nearly cramp. I thread my fingers into his hair, keeping him in place. Reading my cues, he doesn’t let up. His tongue flicks hard, he pumps my fingers, and I finally shatter.
His palm comes down on my mouth just as a high-pitched gasp crawls from my throat. I cover his with mine, gripping tight as I hold his head steady and grind against his mouth. My chest heaves, lungs burning with stagnant air as the world explodes in kaleidoscopic colors.
“Fuck, Alice. I’m so honored you gave that to me.” He wipes his mouth on the inside of my thigh before surging to his feet to kiss me.
“I’m not broken,” I whisper against his lips, shock coloring my tone.
“You’re not broken,” Sutton growls. “And I’ll prove it to you again.”
He helps me onto unsteady feet. His hands drop to the button and fly on his jeans. I join him, pushing his fingers out of the way and replacing them with mine, eager to see the sizable, solid bulge I feel behind the zipper. We both freeze when a little voice calls out.
“Daddy? I had a nightmare.”
Nellie’s sleepy voice floats up the stairs. Sutton shoves me behind him, blocking my naked ass with his huge body. I clutch his shirt and hide my face in the center of his back.
