Page 77 of Getting it Right (Addy's Rollercoaster)

“My skin heats beneath your palms. My pussy is wet. My clit is swollen. I’m throbbing.”

Reaching the crease where my legs met my pelvis, he fanned his thumbs wide, and my breath hitched.

“That makes me wetter.”

“I see that. You’re glistening, baby.” His gaze rose. “Like the petals of a blooming jasmine kissed by dew. You’re so pretty, and your scent is as sultry as that flower.” He lowered his head. “I’m going to find out if you taste as sweet.”

I gripped the chair’s armrests tightly. My heart raced. Every nerve ending in my body tightened in anticipation.

“Oh, Barry.” I trembled when he put his mouth on me. He lapped at my folds gently but hungrily with his wet tongue. It felt so good, it took me a moment to find words.

“That feels blissful. Like your mouth on mine feels.” My voice was husky, raspy with my need. “When you kiss me and your tongue touches my tongue, I feel it where your mouth is now. Heat. Wetness. An ache that builds.”

Looking up at me, he sucked my clit gently, then rubbed his tongue over it.

“So good.” I gasped. Releasing the armrests, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair.

His rhythm changed, matching the urgent flexing of my fingers. Or mine matched his; I didn’t know. I just threw my head back, closed my eyes, and gave myself over to the pleasure.

Panting, I lifted my hips into each decadent stroke of his tongue. Heat and pleasure like I’d never known grew within me. Harder, then faster, he lapped. My clit swelled, throbbed, ached.

“Barry,” I said in warning as my release rushed toward me.

Not knowing what I needed, just that I needed him, he knew and he gave it to me—a perfect dark kiss, and his hard tongue to unravel and rewind everything.

I cried out his name, shuddering as I came apart and poured my sweet pleasure all over his tongue. He licked me through it, a release that went on and on.

When I opened my eyes, he sprang to his feet, taking me with him. He put his wet lips near my ear and told me how beautiful and wonderful I was, and for the first time, I believed him.

Addy

Ibarely arrived at Footit’s in time to sign for a big delivery of liquor I needed for the weekend. Walking the new delivery guy to the storage room, I pointed to where I wanted him to put everything.

My phone rang before he could get started. Apologizing, I stepped out into the hallway to take the call. My lips curved when I saw the caller ID.

“I just left your place. Is everything okay?”

“No, because you’re not here,” Barry said low, and I shivered. “I can still taste you on my tongue.”

My cheeks warmed. “You almost made me miss my delivery.”

“I’ll make you miss something, all right,” he said in a teasing tone. “Me.”

“I do miss you,” I said, completely serious. “And I wish you would have let me give you pleasure.”

I glanced around to make sure no one heard me. The hallway was deserted. The door to the small efficiency apartment where Bob and Kyle lived was closed. The dressing rooms were empty. The band scheduled to play tonight wouldn’t arrive for sound check until the afternoon. The new delivery guy was occupied. I could hear glass bottles rattling as he stacked cases.

“You did give me pleasure,” Barry said. “Pleasuring you pleasures me, I assure you, but we didn’t get to go out together like I wanted.”

“I had to leave,” I reminded him. “And you had stuff you needed to do too.” He’d gotten a call from the woman who helped him run Pho B while his son was at school.

“I want you,” he said with a slight pause, and I experienced another shiver, “here tomorrow early. But you’re skipping the gym so you can spend more time with me.”

“I’ll be there.”

I’d agreed to eat lunch with Barry. He wanted to cook for me, and he’d blocked me from leaving his bedroom until I agreed. Saturdays were almost too much to handle, even with the addition of Rachel on staff. But I would get her to cover for me since I’d promised, and he was taking time off from work too.

“Good to hear.” His voice lowered. “I’m looking forward to it, baby.”

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