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Edwina gasped at the unexpected contact, at how much she was already aroused, at how much she wanted Sullivan to do more, to do everything to her.
“You’ll come on my mouth, to my fingers, with my cock buried deep inside you.”
“You’re awfully confident for a man who hasn’t given me a single orgasm,” she whispered, even as she grew hot and wet from his words.
He knew exactly what to say to her.
“Don’t make it sound like I’ve tried and failed.” Sullivan sucked two fingers then, taking them deep into his mouth.
She might be trembling, she wasn’t sure. She knew she was definitely weak in the knees and thoroughly turned on.
When he pulled back her damp fingers, he slid his hand over hers, and eased them both together down and right under the waistband of her oversized pajama pants. “Let’s see if you’re wet.”
She was. She was achingly wet.
“Oh, damn, Ed, you’re so, so wet. I need to taste you.”
To her complete shock, he dropped down to his knees and eased her pants down. He leaned forward and breathed in deeply, placing a kiss against her thigh.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
She waited to feel self-conscious or awkward but all she could think was this was the hottest moment of her entire life. She was staring down at the top of Sullivan O’Toole’s head and he was saying he was in love with her.
Then his tongue flicked over her clit and every thought she was having evaporated. She couldn’t think. She could only gasp in pure shock and ecstasy. He was good with his tongue, there was no question about it. He had a firm grip on her thighs, caressing her flesh while his tongue made inroads deep into her slick heat. She grabbed onto his head, needing something to ground her. It felt like she was going to melt to the floor.
“I’m going to fall,” she said, frantically, not wanting him to stop, but not wanting anything to inhibit her.
“Falling isn’t always a bad thing,” Sullivan said. But he stood up, kissed her hard on the lips, and walked her backward until the back of her calves hit the couch. He eased her down, so she was sitting back, legs spread in front of him. He took the opportunity to remove her pants and panties completely while she watched him with total awe. She’d never seen him wear a suit and that he was now struck her as both amusing and hot as hell. He descended on her pussy with pure worship, lifting her legs onto his hips so he had full access.
She held his head as he destroyed her with his tongue, easing in and out of her with pauses only to tease at her clit, drawing out the pleasure without rushing, without any sense that he had anywhere to be ever then between her thighs. It felt like he’d settled in for life, and it was that sense of his obvious enjoyment at tasting her, giving her pleasure, that had her breaking out a hot, cresting, easy orgasm. It came as surely as the tide, crashing over her, a huge swell of ecstasy, so that she cried out loudly.
Stars burst behind her eyelids but she forced her eyes open because she wanted to see Sullivan. She was rewarded for her efforts in keeping them open by witnessing the smug smile he gave her when he pulled back at the end of her orgasm.
“Sullivan,” she breathed. She felt slack and flushed everywhere.
“That’s the first of a million,” he said, running his thumb slowly over his bottom lip, dragging through the moisture she’d left on him. He flicked his tongue over his thumb, tasting her.
He was right. She’d forgotten how to breathe.
Then he surprised her by saying, “Did you pack a dress?”
“What?” She wasn’t following.
“I need to go back to the wedding. Come with me. Then spend the night with me.”
“You don’t want to have sex now?” she asked, still confused. The orgasm had scrambled her brains.
“Oh, I do,” he said. “Trust me. But I can’t be an asshole friend. I need to get back to the wedding before it’s totally obvious I’m gone and I really don’t want to rush sex. I want to take my time with you, no pressure to make it quick, and do every single thing we both want to do.”
As if she was going to argue with that. “That sounds amazing.”
“I want you with me at the wedding. I want people to know you’re mine. I figure I’ve been waiting my whole life to make love to you, what’s two more hours of wait time?”
He was really pulling out the stops.
She was just a giddy mass of goo at his feet. “I have a dress,” she said.
“How fast can you get ready?”
