Page 127 of Everything But Mine

He hovers over me and blows at my breast. “Your nipples felt amazing against my tongue. I want to suck on them again.” His cool breath gives me goose bumps, hardening my nipples, and he groans at the sight. “And again.” He laps at it. “And again,” he gruffs around my breast.

He, then, treats my stomach like a temple, cradling its swell with his calloused hands until one anchors on my hip while the other travels the inside of my thigh, feather-light.

I part my legs for him, and he kisses the top of my mound, spreading my pussy lips with his fingers. He holds himself just a hairsbreadth away from my center, fanning over my swollen clit. When his tongue flicks against me, I gasp. When he sucks me into his mouth, I moan, and each time he slides a finger inside me, I roll my hips into him.

“Eric…” I whisper, hand fisting the sheet beside me.

He moans loudly, and his name from my mouth is a reward. “You’re so fucking pretty everywhere,” he mutters around my clit.

He spreads me with his fingers, lapping at me sideways. Then, he hooks an arm under my leg, so he can cover more of me with the flat of his tongue.

“Don’t stop.” I clutch the back of his head.

He circles around my clit with the tip of his tongue.

I pull at his hair, press him against me. “Flick against it. I-I ne⁠—”

Using the flat of his tongue now, he tries back and forth, then switches to sideways.

I whimper. “D-don’t change anything. Please⁠—”

I cry out, first a wordless moan and then his name, and shatter against his mouth—every year desiring, denying, and delaying catches up to me at once. And I fly very, very high, the low pressure in my core tightening until I’m arching my hips into his lips, my whole body shakes. He doesn’t stop until I press my hand to his forehead, pushing him away.

When Eric crawls up beside me, his face is flushed, lips shining. I’m still gasping, legs loose and useless. He brushes a knuckle down my cheek.

“Did that feel good?” he echoes.

I want to laugh and cry at the same time. “You sure you don’t do that often?” I tease.

He smiles, crooked and proud. “Oh, that’s gonna change.”

I tug him down for a kiss, tasting myself, and his body hums against mine, hard and throbbing against my thigh.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ERIC

We kiss, tongues clashing, as if swallowing each other is the only way to believe that this is real. I made Amanda come on my tongue, my name on her lips. I cup her shoulder and hold her to me, her body damp against mine. She glides her thigh over my hip, hooking her ankle under my ass and pushing me forward. My cock lands on her clit, and pulses against it.

“Amanda,” I whisper against her mouth. “I want inside you.”

“Yes,” she hisses.

Tongues, teeth, and madness take over again until I balance my weight on my forearms. Every inch of me loves the way she feels under me, even as I arch my middle so I don’t crash her stomach. When I gaze at her panting lips and glassy eyes, I dart my tongue out and lick the trail of perspiration between her breasts. She’s running her hands all over me—back, shoulders, ass, nape. Soft and rough, tender and demanding. I soak in the redemption of her touch because I feel not just forgiven but worthy.

Then I shift just a little, and her belly bumps my stomach. I adjust, and that puts the weight of my hips against the lower curve of her belly. I grab her leg, and that puts pressure on her chest.

She cups my face, then smooths the frown above my nose. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

I groan, dropping my forehead to her shoulder. “I’m going to hurt him.”

“You’re sexy when you worry.” She kisses my shoulder, neck, and frowns. “Should I be on top?”

I nod, brushing my nose against hers. “Please. I’ll elbow the kid.”

We chuckle, and the movement makes my shaft rub against her folds. I never knew you could feel this turned on and safe at once.

It takes a little finessing to shift positions, easing her on top of me, guiding her thighs over mine. Once she’s on my hips, I cup both breasts with my hands. They’ve gotten huge in the past month, and the sides spill between my fingers, making my cock twitch against her. Amanda grabs me at the base and rubs my head between her folds, then strokes it against her swollen clit and moans. She rocks her hips against me, and my head throbs every time it hits her clit, her tits bouncing with the motion.