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“More than anything,” Sully groans, and I can hear how much he means it. A thrill races up my spine, sparks crackling across my skin. I kiss him and kiss him, unbuttoning his pants once more.
“Then stop talking.”
That’s exactly what he does, using his mouth to kiss me instead, deep and warm and wet, until I’m drunk on his taste and dazed with his touch.
“Did you mean what you said?” Sully murmurs. “About helping me relax…”
“Of course. It’s only fair to return the favor…” I’ve almost freed his cock from his pants. It’s wedged beneath the zipper, thick and swollen.
But again, Sully stops me with a hand on my wrist.
“Much as I’d enjoy that, there’s something I’d like even more.”
“What?” I ask nervously.
“Another taste of this…”
Sully sweeps my legs up onto his shoulders, so my heels hang over his back. My skirt rides up almost to my waist, and he divesbetween my thighs, hooking one finger under the gusset of my panties and pulling them to the side. Cool air hits my bare pussy. Sullivan’s hot, wet mouth follows a moment later, making me gasp with shock.
“My mouth’s been watering every time I think about it…”
He swipes his tongue up my slit, a blast of soaking pleasure that has my eyes rolling back, my head lolling out the open car window.
I cup the back of his head in my palm, feeling the thick, soft brush where his hair is cropped short, the longer, silky strands draped over my fingers. My legs are spread, thighs pressed against his ears. The warmth and pleasure of his mouth is so all-consuming, it feels like he’s eating me alive.
He raises his head enough to lock eyes with me, his lips swollen and wet. “I fucking love how you taste.”
He drops his head just a little, still looking into my eyes, and takes a long, slow swipe of my pussy with his tongue.
“Mm…,” he growls. “Fucking delicious.”
I’ve never watched a man eat my pussy before. I’ve always felt a little shy about sex in general, opting to do it in the dark. And Trent wasn’t begging to head downtown, regardless of lighting.
But if there’s one thing I know, it’s the expression on a man’s face when he enjoys what he’s eating.
Sully is devouring my pussy like it’s the most heavenly thing he’s ever tasted.
His groans of enjoyment, his wild enthusiasm, and the aggression of his mouth sweep away any flimsy self-consciousness. It’s so obvious how much he likes it that there’s no room for me to be nervous and definitely no place for modesty—soon I’m singing like a songbird, crying out over and over as Sully makes a fool of me with his tongue.
Say a prayer for my poor, departed vibrator because it’s completely been replaced—I’m coming like I never did even with my favorite toy. Waves of pleasure crash over me harder than the waves below, again and again until the beautiful dress Sully bought me is soaked in sweat and my thighs are trembling around his ears.
At last, he lifts his head, mouth swollen, dark eyes glittering with triumph. “Now I’m relaxed.”
I give a laugh that’s high and giddy, dazed with pleasure. “Are you trying to tell me you’d really rather give than receive?”
“A hundred out of a hundred times.”
I’d call him a liar, but I’m pretty sure he just proved it.
And besides, Sully’s kept his promise to be honest with me, just like I have with him.
Which is why when he asks, “So how was it?” I have to tell him the truth:
“That was the best hour of my life.”
It’s wellpast midnight when we get back to the house, but Sully and I are energized, neither one of us ready to head to bed.
“I’m not tired,” Sully says.
