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His words bring a lump to my throat. “Me too,” I whisper.
He lowers himself so his upper body is on the bed, with his head hovering between my thighs. His nostrils flare as his gaze focuses on my pussy, and then he lowers his head.
My lips part in realisation when he pushes my legs wide. A strangled cry tears from my throat, and my mouth drops open as I watch his warm, wet tongue lap at my clit.
Wicked, incredible man, I think in disbelief, my toes curling at the delicious sensations rushing through my body.
A rough groan rumbles from his throat. “Need more of you, sweetheart.”
Oh, God. Why did we wait so long to do this? It’s sublime. It’s everything.
His tongue returns to my dewy folds with renewed vigour. He flicks my aching bud with the tip of his tongue, moving from slow, languid licks to quick, firm thrusts.
It drives me insane.
My back arches off the bed, and sweat beads on my forehead and chest. My heart beats frantically in my ears, matching the rhythm of Fletcher’s tongue on my clit.
“Are you going to come for me, Gracie?” Fletch rasps, rubbing his lips lightly over my clit as he looks up at me.
“Yes,” I croak. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. He presses a long kiss to my clit, and a surprised moan tumbles from my lips. “So sensitive, Gracie.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, Fletch.”
“I need to get you ready for me.”
Fletcher wets his finger with the arousal dripping from my pussy and circles my opening. I gasp when he pushes it inside me slowly, and my muscles tense. His tongue and lips return to my clit, distracting me from the sudden invasion, and I whimper, rolling my hips against him.
My hips shoot up when he gives my sensitive bud a soft suckle. It sends a buzz of electricity up my spine, and I hang, suspended on the edge of mindless pleasure…
His thick finger curls inside me, and he sucks my clit again. A single, strangled cry wrenches from my throat, and then I’m orgasming.Hard.
His groan vibrates against my flesh, and his finger slides in and out as I come undone, writhing on his tongue and fisting the sheets beneath me as I cry out his name.
My breathing is ragged when my muscles finally relax. Fletcher stands between my thighs, his gaze possessive and dark. I’ve just climaxed, but my clit tingles at the intensity in his eyes.
“We’re only beginning, sweetheart,” he rumbles, stripping off his shirt to reveal his sculpted chest, bulging arms, and defined abs. The scars on the left side of his body only add to his beauty, knowing those scars represent his strength and courage.
His jeans are next. He lowers them down his muscular thighs and eases them over his prosthesis, leaving him only in his boxers. His erection stretches the front of the fabric, where a spot of pre-cum has leaked from his tip.
“I … Do you need help?” I ask uncertainly, eyeing his prosthetic.
The desire in his eyes falters for a second, replaced by uncertainty. “I … haven’t done this since … Ah, fuck.” He runs an agitated hand over his head, and I almost regret asking. “It’s been a bloody long time, Grace,” he finally admits.
My heart pounds at the knowledge and breaks at the vulnerability in his tawny eyes. I stand and move to him, cupping his face and placing a tender kiss on his mouth. “We’ll work it out together, Fletch.” I pause, and my cheeks flame. “I’m on the pill, and I know you’re clean, so we can, you know, do it without a condom. That is, if you want to …” I stumble to a halt.
He nods and crushes me against him, kissing me deep and hard. “Wanna feel you bare, Grace.”
I release a shuddering breath and hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down his legs so he can step out of them.
His cock springs forward as he straightens, and I whimper at his perfection. It’s large and bobs against his hard abdomen, the broad head swollen and glistening.
Magnificent, noble man.And all mine,I think, as my possessive streak rears its head.
I link my fingers with his and move back to the bed. I lie down, my body completely open to him. I’ve never felt sensual or desired. My life has been about survival and practicality. I’ve never experienced this sexual pull towards another person before Fletcher. The way he looks at me is enough to have me aching again.
He murmurs something under his breath as he brushes his palm over the head of his cock. His eyes run from my swollen sex up to mine, and I see the awe and reverence in his gaze. It brings a lump to my throat. This is about so much more than sex. We have a connection that transcends the physical.
