“Now, eat.”
I spread her thighs even wider and do as she commands. The moment my tongue presses the first long stroke to her core, she stops typing. I’d tell her to keep going, but my mouth is busy, and I don’t particularly care about the book at this moment.
I flick my tongue faster, listening to her breathing increase. She lets out a moan, and I add a finger.
“Tobias,” she moans, trying to lean back, but she can’t.
I pull away quickly, grabbing her at the waist and taking her with me to the floor. I place her on her knees on each side of my face, never taking my hands off her.
She tries to move, but I stop her.
“I’m not done yet,” I growl.
“But you won’t be able to breathe.”
“Don’t you worry about me. Just find something to hold on to, and when you’re ready, ride my face the way you want to.”
“Tobias,” she begins to scold me, but I get back to work, stopping all the words on her tongue.
“Shit,” she says. “Why does it feel so much better this way?”
I continue to flick my tongue, bring my fingers into the mix until I feel her move above me. Her hips gyrate faster and faster, grinding on my face.
I almost laugh—she was worried I couldn't breathe.
I can breathe just fine, and honestly, if I couldn’t, this would be exactly how I’d want to go out.
Her release hits her hard and fast, and as soon as she finishes, I sit up, placing her in my lap, with one leg on each side of me.
I swipe a hand over my mouth, loving the taste of her on my lips.
“Well, that is definitely not what my characters were doing in that scene.”
“Good. This should have been better.”
“Oh, it was much,muchbetter.”
She leans down to kiss me, and I know she can feel my erection through my jeans. Ready for more, she unzips my pants, releasing me from my boxers, slides on a condom, and slowly lowers herself onto me.
At this rate, this book will be just another in the pile of my unfinished novels.
She lifts herself slightly and drops back down on me.
“Fuck.” She does this over and over until I’m coming inside of her and she’s crying out my name.
Book? What book?
* * *
I’m the first one to The Space the next afternoon for our weekly writing session. That hasn’t happened in weeks.
I get set up and start working on the next chapter of Natalie’s and my book. We’re almost done, and it blows my mind. A little over two months ago, we decided to write this book.
I didn’t even write my first book in that time. Then again, I had no idea what I was doing or even where to begin.
With Natalie, I just got my outlines together, and we pieced the story together and decided to write every other chapter. She knows this business and what readers want, and I know how to structure the books. It worked for us and now—now I’m about to finish a book.
I’m about to finish a book.
