Page 45 of Smooth Talk

She nods like her life depends on it, “Don’t stop.” She sighs out the words, her breath coming in deep pants. “Please, don’t stop.”

All right. I pull them completely off her long legs and toss them on the floor. I lean back down and kiss the center of her ribcage just under her beautiful breasts. She still has her bra and panties on. I want to see all of her, but I want to make her come with my mouth more. I kiss down her toned stomach to the dip in her hip bone, right up to the edge of her panties. I breathe hot air over her mound and pull the material to the side with my teeth.

Holy fucking landing strip, Batman. I nip the side of her lips and grip the back of her thighs with my hands, spreading her wide open for me. Damn, that’s a pretty pussy. Shimmering. Pink. She smells salty and sweet and earthy. Delicious. I drink her down with the first swipe of my tongue. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” I’m growling again. I can’t help myself. It’s too good.

She says something back to me. Either she’s delirious with pleasure and incoherent, or one taste of her has taken away my ability to translate the English language. I lick up again, and she starts moving her hips against me. I don’t think she’s aware that she’s doing it; she just can’t help herself. She’s so turned on right now. My right hand slides up her thigh and I slip my middle finger inside her. Fuck, she’s tight. And so wet. I slide a second finger inside stretching her as I flick my tongue across her clit.

“Unnnmmmffffoooohjeez.” I’ll take it. I keep thrusting in and out, circling my tongue at an agonizingly slow pace. Building her pleasure. “Please, Gray.” She’s begging now, her hands pulling my hair while pushing my face closer. I pick up the pace, curl my fingers and suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She detonates. Squeezing my fingers rhythmically as she comes with my name on her lips. At least, I think it’s my name. Her legs are pressed so tightly against my ears I’m not sure what that muffled cry actually was. A guy can dream.

I continue stroking her until she comes back down. Her grip slackens. I slide her panties back into place and kiss her thighs; up her stomach, chest, neck and jaw. My lips leave a trail of goosebumps on her skin until I’m finally eye to eye with her. Mine bright with lusty pride, hers hazy and half-closed with satiated pleasure.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come.” I want to do this to her over and over and over again. But now isn’t the right time. She’s tired and has been drinking, is possibly concussed. There’s no way I’m going to take advantage, plus I want her to remember every detail of our first time together. And I refuse to be the one to break her rules.

“Wow,” she sighs and laces her fingers around the back of my head, pulling me to her. We kiss lazily for a few minutes before I pull away. I have to, or I’ll just keep going. I remind myself that the timing isn’t right. “What are you doing? Are you leaving?” There’s a hint of panic in her sleepy voice.

I drape the blanket back over her. “Yeah. You’re tired and need some rest. I want you at full strength the first time we spend the night together,” I say with a wink. She snuggles into the blanket but grabs my hand before I can walk away.

“You sure I can’t help you out with that?” She asks, eyeing my crotch. I look down. It would almost be comical if it wasn’t so damn painful; there’s no hiding the raging erection in my pants. Free balling in sweats was not the best idea. I rearrange myself the best I can and look back to see her eyes fluttering closed, a ghost of a smile pulling up the corners of her delectable mouth.

“Not tonight. I’ll take a rain check though.” She smiles again, eyes remaining closed. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I whisper and plant one last kiss on her forehead before I walk to the door, lock the deadbolt with the spare key, and jog to my car. I need to take care of the situation in my pants before it becomes a real problem. My dick is revolting. He wants to know why the hell we just walked away from that offer when it’s something we’ve been dreaming about for months now. My spank bank is overflowing; Poppy Monroe is sexy as fuck, and I’m about to be inducted into the minute man corpse as soon as I step foot inside my house. Gunner, buddy, sorry in advance for the show, but I’ve got to get a handle on myself. Pun intended.

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