Page 52 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

Nathan explores on, bringing me to the brink when his lips ghost the curve of my waist, causing me to roll to one side and then the other. My toes curl, and I squirm.

Another quick puff from his mouth sends the feather south. Its downy barbs brush across my skin, over my ribs and then my belly button. My body flushes with desire when it lands trapped in the triangle of my sex.

“Open your legs,” he says.

I ease them open slowly because I’ve never been this exposed. He stealthily slides between my trembling thighs. I inhale a shaky breath when he lowers his head.

Without touching me, Nathan’s lips trace the length of my inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire, racing directly to my core. When he does the same to the opposite leg, I pant and squirm with delirium.

“So wet for me already, and so fucking responsive.” He breathes over my center, where the heat from his mouth hits me so hard, it makes my pussy contract, the feather forgotten.

“You smell goddamn mouthwatering too.”

Embarrassed at this assessment, I automatically snap my knees closed, locking him between them.

“Who’s breaking the rules now? Open wider,” he says.

When I do, he whispers the words, “Good girl,” into my slick core.

“Imagine me pulling these panties aside and tasting you. God, you’re fucking delicious,” he says with a moan.

His tongue swipes so close, I’m unsure he doesn’t touch me, because why else would I be shuddering with uncontrolled need?

“Mmm, you taste sweet, like mangos,” he says in a guttural tone.

I grip the bedsheets as I imagine his tongue slipping into me.

“Open wider. Show me more.”

My knees splay as far as possible.

“Now I can see your perfect little clit. First, I’m going to circle it with the tip of my tongue, and then I’ll flick and suck you until you scream.”

He acts it all out, but that’s just the tease. It’s not until he sucks in the air above my soaked clit and blows a steely rod of air at it that makes my pussy contract, and I lose my mind.

Suck and blow. Suck and blow. Suck and blow.

“Ohmygodyes.”

With my head pressing into the pillow, I grab the headboard. My hips buck toward his face as my clit screams to be touched. He continues his torture, sucking and blowing in a mind-altering rhythm. I slide my hands over my breasts, my hips, and my thighs as my insides coil tightly. I’m thrashing and edging closer, chasing a violent release.

“Break the rules. Break them! Touch me!” I scream, and he grins.

“Say please.”

“Do it. Make me come. Please,” I whimper.

The very tip of a vibrating toy tongue touches my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to descend into utter madness. I release a savage noise, my body stiffening at the pressure rising from the point of contact and building within.

“Come for me. Right now. Come on my tongue and let me taste you,” Nathan demands and drops the toy.

My fingers grip his hair and roughly press his searing mouth to my throbbing center. With his lips finally connected to my clit, he ferociously finishes me off with lips, tongue, and teeth, devouring me through the lace fabric like it’s his last meal.

My release arrives on command, hard, and billows out of me on a raw scream. Shudders race through my body in unrelenting waves, while my frantic pussy pulses against his glistening face.

“Ahh!” My eyelids flutter as I find absolute mind-obliterating rapture. The moment is so erotic and feral, but more than anything, it’s freedom.

When I have nothing more to give, we fall away from each other, breathless. My chest heaves as I stare at the ceiling in disbelief.