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“I need to taste you, Peaches.”
“Please,” she whines, her head hanging back as she writhes with need.
Pulling my hand from her panties, I quickly work them down her legs. She carefully steps out of them, and then I shove them into my pocket. With her dress pulled up, I get a good look at her, and she fidgets as she waits, clearly anticipating my mouth on her cunt.
Instead, I touch her, running my fingers through her folds and getting her warm and relaxed. And then I rear back my hand and slap her hard between the legs. A high-pitched gasp bursts through her lips and she stares at me with shock. Her chest heaves up and down with her heavy breathing.
So I do it again. And again. I turn her pussy red with my hand, each gasp and moan from my strikes getting more desperate sounding. She’s swaying now, hanging from her wrists while her legs tremble.
She’s had enough, so I finally ease to my knees at her feet and stare up at her, loving the way goose bumps ripple along her breasts and across her bare skin. With my hands on her thighs, I steady her, and she stares down at me with excitement and need.
“Don’t worry. I’ll kiss it better,” I say with a smile. Then I turn my attention to her soaking cunt in front of me. Easing some of the weight off her feet, I spread her thighs and take a look at just how perfect she is up close. After one more glance up at her face, I lean in and run my tongue along the length of her folds, and she immediately responds with a long, soft moan of pleasure.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” I mumble. So I dig my face between her legs and lap at her pussy like a man dying of thirst, and I don’t come up for air even once.
I am not the man I was before. Now that I allow myself to indulge in all of the dirty, sexy, beautiful things I never let myself do before, I feel free.
And starved.
With a growl, I lift Sage from the floor and wrap her thighs around my head on my shoulders. With her back against the wall, she rides my face closer and closer to her climax.
I get lost in savoring the taste and feel of her against my tongue. Sucking hard on her sensitive clit makes her legs buck and her spine arch. Within seconds, I have her squirming and panting for air. I’m going to make her come, and on the one hand, I can’t wait, but on the other…I don’t think I’m ready for this to be over.
Releasing the suction from her clit, I use my fingers to spread her wide again, and I feel the audience behind me now, desperate for a view of what’smine. So I put my mouth back where it was and watch as she gives them a show, looking more exquisite than I’ve ever seen. As I slide my finger inside her, I curl it in acome heremotion while still sucking on the spot that makes her squirm.
She comes undone.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” she cries out. And I make it my life’s purpose to make her come right here on my shoulders. I’m relentless, sucking and nibbling while thrusting so hard that she tries to practically climb out of my grasp.
“Adam!” she screams just before I feel her body seize up in my arms, so I know she’s in the throes of her orgasm. I let her ride out the wave on my tongue, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
When I finally ease her off my shoulders, I feel like I’ve lost a sense of reality. In some ways, I have.
Something changed in me while I was touching her, tasting her, feeling her.
And I never want to go back.
Twenty-Eight
Sage
My wrists burn and my arms ache, but I can’t feel anything other than his mouth between my legs. Who would have thought Mr. Church Boy himself had such a talented tongue? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. I thought that first night was a fluke or a moment of passion, but tonight proved me wrong.
He’s just that good.
When he finally pulls his mouth from the apex of my thighs, I’m hanging in a cold sweat and my heart is still hammering in my chest. Our eyes meet as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and suddenly I’m melting all over again. Then he fixes my dress, covering my naked breasts. Carefully, he unbinds my hands and rubs at my wrists when he notices the red marks left behind.
As he sets me on my feet and stares down at me, I feel as if we’re seeing each other for the first time. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, brushing my sweat-soaked hair out of my face.
And I want to kiss him. I want to worship those exquisitely talented lips. I want to get lost in a connection so intimate that none of these people standing around us exist. There is only me and Adam.MyAdam.
Pressing upward, I reach for his mouth, mere inches away when we’re bombarded.
“Let me buy you two a drink,” an older voice says in a gravelly mumble.
“My girlfriend and I would love to take you both to a room,” a female voice interjects.
“You two are so hot,” another voice joins in.
