Page 92 of Tongue-Tied

I cast my gaze across the room. “Did you?—”

“Don’t even ask!” He smirks. “But I will now—now that I know you’re mine.”

“Fucking swoon.” I sigh. “You don’t even know how romantic you are.”

“Well, I’ve learned a thing or two from this guy I’m seeing. He taught me that I can make someone happy. That just because things didn’t work out for other people in my life doesn’t mean they won’t for me.”

“He’s a smart man.”

“Smart and hot. Adorable and sweet. The whole package.” He crawls back up to kiss me breathless.

“That guy you’re dating picked himself a good one too. The kindest, sexiest, most beautiful and giving man.”

We make out for even longer before he draws back and says, “Turn over.”

I roll to my stomach. “Why?”

“I want to make sure you’re okay since the other night.”

“But it’s been a few days and?—”

My retort dies on my lips when his fingers lightly graze along my crease.

When he parts my cheeks with the heels of his hands, I bury my head in the pillow. My cock immediately fills, standing stiff against my abdomen.

His thumb brushes around my rim. “Yeah, you’re still a little puffy here.”

Out of my mind with need, I rock my hips against him. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me. God, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want your finger inside me again. I don’t care if it’s still sore.”

“How about my tongue? That would be softer.”

“Oh God.” I screw my eyes shut. “I might die.”

He chuckles as he leans down, and I can feel his warm breath against my hole. “Is that a yes?”

“Don’t make me say it.” My skin heats. “You know I want it.”

When he kisses each of my ass cheeks, I squirm, ready to combust. “Mmm…you smell like soap and apricots.”

“Well, I’ve been prepping myself every day, in case—ah, hell…”

My words trail off as he spreads my cheeks wider and flattens his tongue against my crease. When he circles my hole, I jerk and twitch as if all my nerve endings are concentrated right where his mouth is.

“Fuck, nobody’s ever…” I bite out. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

As if I’ve given him the green light, he dives in, kissing, licking, and sucking my hole, and noises I’ve never made before shamelessly burst from my mouth.

“Turn over on your back.”

I don’t question it. Just do as he asks. I’d do anything for him to put his tongue on me again. When our eyes meet, I can see the desire coursing through his. He’s enjoying this as much as I am.

My knees shake as he lifts them to my shoulders, and I feel completely exposed.

“Such a pretty hole,” he says, then kisses and licks around the rim.

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