Page 78 of If I Stopped Haunting You

And she was glad, because his tongue knewexactlywhat to do. It slid between her folds, tasting and licking, slowly, sensually. Her back arched as one hand tightened in his curls, the other cupping the fullness of her breast. As he sucked and licked, he slipped in one finger, then a second, and finally a third until she felt like she was on the threshold of somethingincredible.

“You are so wet,” he groaned, blowing cool air on her.

Pen’s only answer was a low moan. She had no words for this, for him. They simply could not live up to this moment, and the sensation of his breath fanning over her clit was enough to silence Pen on the subject forever. His tongue dipped out once more to taste her, tentative and testing, and when her lips parted and another moan clawed its way out of her throat, Neil’s tongue slid up her folds, lapping and licking, dipping and savoring. He moaned against her, and the buzzing electric feeling tipped her toward the edge.

“Neil.”

He was kissing her, nipping at her,tastingher, and she didn’t know why it had taken them so long. Why she’d been so goddamn reluctant to admit that she’d wanted him. Another wave of pleasure crashed into her at the sight of him between her legs, and her muscles coiled as the tension reached a crescendo. Pen’s voice cracked as she cried out, and when she came, her thighs wrapped around him, his fingers and tongue only slowing when she loosened her hold in his curls. He grinned up at her, nose and lips shining and slick withher.

“Thank you,” she panted.

“Are you going to be thanking me for every orgasm?”

“They’re good orgasms.”

Neil pressed a soft kiss to her thighs before he climbed over her, eyes locked on hers. As he settled above her, his hard length swept against the slick, warm space between her legs. Pen wanted him to ravish her; she wanted him to take his time. She was caught between both as his thumb slipped into the space between skin and fabric. Although her legs felt like jelly and her clit was swollen and sensitive, she desperately needed him.

“Please,” she whimpered.

Nibbling her shoulder, Neil slid off her tank top, tossing it to some dark corner of the room before his hand traveled down to grip her thigh. His other hand inched up her body, toying with her breast, and she ground against him, wanting, waiting.

“You are so impatient,” he said, kissing between her breasts.

She scraped her nails along his jaw to tug him to her mouth, but he shook his head as he sank even lower, his fingers bunching in her soaked underwear as he slid them off, tossing them away.

He kissed his way up her body slowly, eyes glued to hers as he tore open the packet and rolled on the condom before leaning over her, his tip nudging her opening. Smiling, Neil gently tugged off her glasses, depositing them on a nearby nightstand.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Swallowing, Pen nodded, wrapping her legs around his hips as her hands tightened on his back. “I’m ready.”

She was not ready. She was not prepared for the way he felt, how good he felt. He slid in, inch by agonizing inch, devastatingly slow as her walls adjusted around him. Neil squeezed his eyes shut and stayed still and unmoving for a long moment. And when he finally moved, Pen’s breath hitched as he pulled out before gliding back in, the long, emptying sensation making her shudder. And then he did it again.

And again.

She guided his hand from her hip to the heat building at her center, and his thumb drew circles over her clit as he thrust steadily.Her hips crashed in time with his, his tip hitting that small space in the back, a secret little pocket of pleasure that had her hips gyrating. Eyes fluttering closed, she leaned back on the bed, her nails digging into his biceps as he sped up. His breath huffed out, actions becoming quicker, less controlled, and he grunted as he bent and buried his face in her neck, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin just below her ear. She could tell he was close, so so close.

But Pen wasn’t done yet.

“Wait, wait!” she called. He stopped immediately, his brow creased as he leaned away and stared down at her. Blushing, Pen cleared her throat. “Can I…” Oh god, she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Penelope?”

“Me… on top?” Complete sentences were an impossibility right now. Pen wasmortified.

Neil’s hand traveled down her body, over sweat-slick skin, and his fingers dug into the flesh at her hip. “Dear god, please.” They flipped until he lay spread out beneath her, his hands going to her hips as she straddled him.

Gripping the bedpost behind him, she lowered herself down on him, eyes locked on his until she’d taken all of him. He feltsogood, even better than before. She could take so much more of him like this. Hands tightening on the post for support, Pen undulated her hips, her body moving in time with his until she rode him faster, her motions frantic as she squeezed her eyes tight.

Panting, he sat up, one hand gripping her ass, the other slipping between them, guiding her toward the edge. Pen gasped his name as her hands slid from the bedpost, her nails digging into his back as she neared climax. It wassogood, better than she could have ever imagined. Better than should have been possible for their first. She cried out as her knees went weak, her body spasming, and together they rode out the wave of pleasure, lipscrushing together, breath mingling until finally, they slowed, skin glistening with sweat and bodies weak.

They stopped, foreheads pressed together, chests rising and falling as their heartbeats thumped frantically. Neil pulled back and cupped her face in his hands as their bodies finally went still. “Thank you,” he panted.

“What for?”

“For the orgasm.”

Laughing breathlessly, she smacked his arm.