Page 34 of SnapShot

His hands come up to squeeze my breasts as he lavishes my clit with his tongue making my breath catch. My stomach starts flopping around again, but this time for a whole other reason. My muscles start to relax the way they should have from the beginning.

“That’s my girl. Tell me how good it feels.” The pinching of my nipples drags a gasp from my throat.

His teeth grip my clit lightly before increasing in pressure until I cry out. He knows how to torture me in the best ways. Slow, calculated licks cure the bite before he hums his approval against my skin. The detonating force of it brings me closer to the peak.

“I’m so close, Charlie. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he mumbles between licks and bites. The pressure only grows when two fingers push against my inner walls.

“Fuck.”

He abandons my clit to find the inside of my thigh with his teeth before latching onto it in a vice of suction. The sensation is enough to send me over the edge, careening into sweet oblivion as his fingers continue to stroke back and forth inside of me.

Breathing hard and fast, my mind is clear for the first time in weeks. I feel nothing but bliss. This is what I needed. My man. Making me forget.

He nestles in next to me, kissing my shoulder, neck, and cheek. “You look so beautiful, coming undone for me.”

A ghost of a smile pulls my lips up. I throw my leg over his midsection. The dusting of hair there tickles. Bringing my face to the crook of his neck, I kiss him softly, lulling him into a false sense of security before I dig my teeth into his skin right below his ear. A pained hiss escapes him as he grips my waist.

I don’t let up on my assault though, pinning him with the weight of me. His breathing hitches when I suckle his earlobe. My hand snakes downward toward the waistband of his jeans.

“Why aren’t these off yet?” I look at him disappointed.

He doesn’t grace me with a response before freeing his arm from underneath me and all but tearing them off.

“That’s better.”

“Want to know what would make it amazing?” He taunts with a smirk.

“How?”

“Ride me, little brat.”

There’s no time to pick my jaw up off the floor before he adds, “I promise, I’ll keep my hands to myself. Use me. Make yourself come all over my cock. I’m here for you. If you need to tie me down, do it. Whatever you need. I’m yours.”

I swear I would cry if I wasn’t already dripping wet in other places. Holy hell.

To make his point, he puts his arms behind his head, effectively making my eyes bulge at the sight of his taut biceps.

“What are you waiting for?”

Touche. The somersault in the pit of my stomach doesn’t slow me down. Grabbing onto his thick length, I go to lower my mouth over him, but I’m caught by a hand in my hair, temporarily paralyzing me.

“Sorry, baby. I know I said I’d keep my hands to myself, but if you put that mouth on me, I won’t be able to last. And I want you riding my cock as long as possible tonight. Can you make that happen?”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

“Good. I need you. Now.”

I straddle him eagerly, trying desperately to ignore the pounding of my heart against my rib cage. I grip him with one hand and guide him to me. His head feels incredible against my clit, so I put all of my attention on the sensation, moving him back and forth over it, letting my eyes close and my head fall backward.

When the fear subsides a little more, I push myself up to get him at the right angle before sinking onto him, making him groan wantonly. Adjusting to the pressure, I start to set the rhythm.

“You’re doing so well, Haedyn. I’m so proud of you.”

His praise creeps below the surface, infecting its way into my stubborn heart at the same time that it intensifies the sensations between my legs. Falling for him happened slowly at first, but now that so much has happened, I’ve seen his heart, the way he cares for me. It might be the most obnoxiously beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.

I scratch a path with both hands leading up to his throat, wrapping both of them as far around as I can reach. My hands are too small to actually choke him, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

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