Page 80 of The Puck Bunny

I start to protest, to take my thoughtless, selfish words back, but he stops me with a finger to my lips.

“Own it, Sara. You want what you want and pretending otherwise won’t change anything.”

A breath whooshes out of me and my hips reflexively pop up to meet his face as he lowers himself, treating me to one last glimpse of that hypnotic dimple. And then, sliding his arms under my thighs, he takes holds of my rear, one cheek in each hand and lifts me off the mattress.

“What—”

“I’m eating you like a proper feast,” he rasps like a hungry wolf in man’s clothing. My heart beat ratchets up as it pumps all my blood to my pussy which is throbbing, hot and waiting for Quinn’s mouth.

Up on my elbows I watch as he takes me in, kissing my lower belly and then my inner thighs. I widen my legs reflexively, inviting him in for more, holding my breath in excruciating anticipation, every nerve tingling. His hot breath fans my pussy as he inhales and lets out a puff of air.

“You smell so intoxicating. I want to get drunk on your juices.”

His hoarse words snap my restraint and I dig my fingers into his hair and push his head down onto my pussy.

There’s no resistance as he opens his mouth and sucks everything, all the swollen folds and my throbbing clit, pulling so hard I see stars and nothing else.

I hear a scream of pleasure and realize it’s mine when he lifts his mouth. My entire body vibrates with impending release and a flash of triumph lights his eyes before he lowers his mouth again. I suck in a breath.

This time his tongue assaults me, licking a circle around my clit, through the folds and into my opening. My hips pulse with need and my back arches as I try to press my clit into him, to find that nirvana of release, that ever elusive big O.

“Please.” The word comes without provocation.

He flicks his tongue oh-so-close to my clit and I jump reflexively.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he says in that gravel voice as he goes back to kissing my inner thigh, way too far from that promised land.

“Please stop torturing me. I want…”

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

He blows a breath on my hot pussy and I squirm, needing him so bad.

“I want you to make my pussy explode with a mind-blowing orgasm.” The words rip from me in a passion-filled voice. I grab the bunched muscles of his shoulders, urging him back down.

He growls then waits a beat.

I hold my breath.

Then he lashes his tongue across my clit and I convulse, letting out a scream, but he doesn’t stop. He flicks his tongue, presses down hard and repeats it over and over as I jolt and a giant wave of orgasmic release pulses through me. My hips rise and my thighs clench around his head as all my muscles seize up until my nerves coil into an impossibly tight ball and the world turns black, like I’m suspended in nothingness. For a moment? Forever? I don’t know.

Until I unravel in a series of shuddering waves, still clenched tight, my hands pulling at his face, needing to see him, to kiss him, to worship him, and hold him.

“Oh my God. You shattered me and I finally understand what that means.”

He moves up my body, shaky and sweaty and I feel the diamond-hard length of his cock between us as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. First, my lips and then my chin, then my forehead.

“You are so beautiful. Do you know that? Do you even understand?”

“You...” I don’t know what to say, but I need to give him everything I have because I can’t stand to hold back on whatever is pouring from my heart and soul for this man. “I adore you. You are the most giving and sexiest man alive. I never dreamed how absolutely and utterly heart-melting you could be. Never dreamed there was a man as good and as bad as you.” My eyes are on him, trying to infuse my words with everything in my heart and I see his pupils dilate as he takes in what I’m saying.

“Good and bad?” he asks, sounding ragged, like he just skated a twenty-minute turn in overtime.

“That’s all you got from what I said?”

“No.” He presses a light kiss to my lips, then takes a possessive nibble. “That’s the only part I don’t understand. Maybe the only part I believe.”

I push his shoulder and he rolls us to our sides. “I meant everything. Good and bad means the best of both. You’re good, as in thoughtful and kind and decent, and bad, as in irreverent and naughty and so damned experienced at lovemaking that it’s scary.”