Page 16 of Undoing the Grumpy Guy

His hand on my hip splays across my middle. Panting, I widen my legs, inviting his touch lower.

Sharp teeth nip at my neck as his hand dives between my legs to cup my mound. The soaked fabric of the sleep shorts clings to my folds, teasing at my clit. The added pressure of his palm has me seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.

Shamelessly, I hump his hand. His fingers continue plucking and twisting my nipple as my inner walls clench desperately around nothing. “Reed,” I moan, as I hang suspended between frantic need and aching want.

Sliding his tongue up my neck, Reed’s lips slant across mine, his tongue filling my mouth at the same moment his fingers press sharply into the cloth, shallowly dipping into my opening.

With a cry, I come without even getting out of my clothes.

My channel flutters as my clit pulsates with the power of my orgasm. His fingers continue to press up into me through my sleep shorts.

With a hoarse growl, Reed flips us, and I find myself on my back with his large body hovering over me. My legs dangle off the edge of the mattress with his body between them.

“Winnie, I want to taste you,” Reed says, before shoving up my camisole. His lips suction to my nipple, drawing it into the hot heat of his mouth. I arch up, offering more of my breast as the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to rock through me. When his hard fingers tug at my shorts, I lift my hips to help him pull them down.

Switching to my other nipple, he rolls it with his tongue while his hand slips to my bare mound. Long fingers tease and caress my folds before dipping inside to stroke and circle my clit.

Panting, I stare up at the ceiling, unable to believe what is happening. Two weeks ago I could only stare at this man from across the room and sigh over him, and now he’s between my slick thighs with his fingers in my pussy and his mouth on my breast.

Releasing my nipple from the wet heat of his mouth, the cool air of the room tingles across my sensitive bud. His body slides down and I hear the dull thump of his knees hitting the carpet. Big hands grip my inner thighs, keeping me spread for him.

Oh my, he said he wanted to taste me.. and oh! His tongue wetly licks up my pussy, from my opening to the little nub of my clit. Again and again, his tongue explores my pink pussy. The wet sounds coming from between my legs are indecent and I can do nothing but arch and twist as he eats me out.

Clawing at the soft lavender blanket under me, my hips rock, seeking more of his naughty mouth. Gasping, my breath freezes in my chest when his tongue plunders my opening.

His tongue feels incredible as it strokes inside.

Pushing up on my elbows, I look down my body, marveling at Reed’s face between my thighs. His eyes lock with mine as his tongue slides up and rubs around my clit.

My breaths pant loudly between my parted lips as I watch him swirl his tongue around the fleshy little button, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You taste like a dream.” His warm breath puffs along my oversensitive pussy.

I clench my thighs, trying to hide from him.

His fingers deftly keep me held wide open. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You’re going to come on my tongue for me, Winnie.”

At his words, I slump back on the bed, unable to face him any longer.

With a husky laugh, Reed attacks my pussy again, slurping loudly on my folds and teasing my entrance with both his nose and tongue. I writhe and twist, fighting the growing tension that’s building in my core.

“Touch your breasts,” Reed commands, giving my pussy a long, swirling lap. “Circle your nipples and imagine it’s my tongue. I love your little pink nipples, Winnie.”

A moan shakes free of me as I follow his directions.

“Naughty girl,” Reed teases, as his tongue circles my clit. “I know you weren’t wearing a bra today.”

My fingers don’t feel nearly as good as his did as I pull and pinch my nipples. “My breasts aren’t that big,” I gasp as his tongue dives into my entrance. “I don’t really need a bra.”

“Your breasts are lovely. A sweet little mouthful.”

The climax that thunders through me is even more powerful than the first. My inner walls squeeze and clench.

“That’s it. Give me all your cream.” His tongue laps at me, licking up every bit of my orgasm.

Utterly spent, I don’t know how I’m going to summon the energy for sex.

Releasing my legs, they dangle wearily off the edge of the bed, as his lips ghost up my neck, leaving a trail of warmth and a quiver of anticipation tingling through me.

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