Page 37 of The Sweet Spot

“Why are you so fucking good at this?” I breathe.

Every pull of his mouth sends another rush of heat flooding through me. My hips rock helplessly against his palm, waiting for him to touch me under the fabric.

“JB...” I breathe. “Please.”

He releases my nipple with a wet pop, and he looks up with a wry smile.

“Gotta make sure you're soaked, Coach,” he says simply, then dives back down, sucking harder this time as he finally pushes my panties aside.

Two thick fingers glide through my folds, spreading my slickness, and circling my clit. Can't he just-

My thighs tremble as he slowly presses a finger inside me.

“I want more,” I whisper, falling into this intensely pleasurable and relaxed state.

JB hums against my breast, but doesn't look up. “I know you do.” Instead, he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the underside of my breast. “But I'm the one who decides when, isn't that right?”

He says it with a smile, but his voice tells me he’s in control.

“Uh, huh,” I say mindlessly as he adds another digit.

This is what I want. I arch into him as he sucks on my breast harder now. His fingers stroke me slowly as my walls flutter around. I'm so wet, I can hear the soft, obscene sounds filling the quiet room every time he thrusts.

“JB...I’m—” My voice breaks on a gasp as he sucks hard on my nipple at the same time his thumb presses down on my clit.

“Come for me, baby,” he says against my breast, the words vibrating through me.

That's all it takes.

The orgasm hits me hard. My back arches, my pussy clenches around his fingers, and I cry out as the pleasure rolls through me.

JB doesn't stop, kissing, licking and playing with me as I come down from the orgasm, drawing every last pulse out of me. I let out a sigh just as he shifts lower, and trails open-mouthed kisses down my sternum to my stomach.

When his lips kiss the top of my slit, I grab a fistful of his hair and yank him back up. “Wait. What are you doing? You got everything you needed.”

He looks up at me from between my spread thighs. “Thought I told you I’m the one who decides what is going down here.”

“Sorry,” I say, untangling my hands from his hair and place them back on the sheets.

With a grumble of annoyance, he pulls my shorts off, flinging them across the room, and then spreads my legs wider.

“Ah,” he says, taking me in with a grin. “Yeah. This is a fail-safe,” he explains.

“You want...you want me all over your face, too?”

He raises his gaze to mine. His pupils are wide, and he has this almost delirious smile on his face. “Well, the best round of my life happened after you came on my fingers. Imagine what coming on my tongue will do.”

My core tingles at the prospect, and I think he takes my silence as hesitance.

“I’m a man of science, Whit. I need to test to see if it works.”

Did he really think I’d deny him?

“Fine,” I whisper, pretending to be disgruntled about it. “Show me what you can do.”

He slowly lowers his face between my spread thighs again, and this time I grip the sheets in anticipation.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and sigh when I feel the warm scratch of his stubble against my overly sensitive skin. The short, rough hairs send little sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.