Page 51 of Feel It in the Air

I throw my head back, ready to scream out his name. My orgasm is suddenly present, and ready to report for duty, hovering just under the surface. Damn, this man is talented.

Adding in a second finger, he starts to move them in the perfect rhythm, hitting that sweet spot just right every time.

“But I needed to make sure I maximized that taste.”

Without another word, his mouth is on me, tongue hitting my clit. I scream. At least, I think that’s me. And I think it’s a scream. It might not even be audible. For all I know, the only person who is able to hear the sound I’m making is Anna on whatever spirit plane she exists.

My hands grab the bedspread, trying to find something to hold on to as I’m rocketed into outer space. Wave after wave of bliss wash over me, as I lose control. Gus, however, doesn’t let up. He continues, his focus on me like a madman who only knows how to do one thing. And that one thing? Wring out life-altering orgasms.

I don’t know how long it lasts—both forever and not long enough—but I finally come back down. My chest heaves, hands still clutching the bedding as if my life depends on it. But now, only one thing matters.

And that’s getting Gus naked.

We didn’t have time for this the other night, and I’ll be damned if we get cut short now.

I sit up in a flash. I’m a woman on a mission. Grabbing ahold of his collar, I yank him in for a kiss, pressing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and I get lost in it, enjoying the knowledge that this is something only he and I share. But he’s still wearing too many clothes.

“Naked. Now,” I order.

“Bossy.”

“Now!”

I start on the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of them, thankful they move easily. If they didn’t—well, we might have been searching for a few later on. Gus focuses on his belt, and in no time, I have what I want. Almost.

But Gus in his skivvies is still a sight.

Leaning forward, I palm his cock through the thin black fabric. Gus groans and I don’t bother to hold back my smile. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Finally, my turn to play.”

Slipping my thumbs under the elastic, I yank them over his hips, watching as his cock springs free. My mouth waters, the sight of him even more impressive than I imagined. And trust me, I’ve imagined.

I don’t say anything. There’s no need to. Just one simple move that will say everything that I want to communicate.

Moving to the end of the bed, I park myself on the edge, staring up at him. I stroke his cock—once, twice, a third time—and then I lean down, taking him in my mouth.

All of him.

“Fuuuuck…”

I keep eye contact, not letting up as I move, letting him see as I take him. I feel his shudder, and love knowing that I’m getting to him. Lust swirls inside me as the fire returns to his gaze. I don’t have much longer until he loses control.

“Margeaux…”

I pull back, swirling my tongue around the tip. Gus curses again and I know that’s it. That’s all it’s going to take.

“I need to fuck you. Now.”

Stepping back, he fumbles for his pants, pulling out his wallet and a small foil pack. Before I blink, he’s sheathed himself and is scooting me back onto the mattress. My pulse is thundering, the anticipation of this moment taking over.

Lining himself up, Gus pauses for a moment, kissing me. It’s soft, tender, totally different from everything leading up to now. Yet it’s exactly what the moment calls for.

“Margeaux…” Gus whispers, pressing his forehead to mine.

“Gus,” I return. My breath is heavy, heart thundering, a flood of adrenaline taking over.

I tug him closer, running my hands through his hair. Letting him know I’m here. That I’m in this. All in.