Page 87 of All Your Pucking Secrets

He scans my body, his gaze hot but not lingering anywhere for too long. “Why don’t I move down and you can ride my tongue?”

My face goes up in flames. “Excuse me?”

He smirks. “If you’re on top, you have control. You can stop whenever you want. Also, I’ve been dying to get my mouth on your pussy again.”

Wetness forms at the V between my legs, soaking my panties. Why is that so hot?

“I don’t want to suffocate you.” I can’t even imagine how embarrassing it would be to have to explain that to the police.

He rolls his eyes. “You won’t. I’m strong enough to lift you if I need to, but even if you did, it’s a damn good way to go. You in?”

I nibble on my lip, pressing my thighs together. I’m still turned on, and I want to take this as far as I can, both to prove I’m capable of it and so I know what my limits are.

“Okay.” I moisten my lips. “Yes, please.”

“So polite,” he teases.

I widen my stance and he slides down the sofa until my knees are tucked beneath his armpits.

“You’ll need to put your legs on the other side of my shoulders,” he says.

Awkwardly, I get off him and remove my jeans. I hesitate before finally pulling my panties down too. The soft catch of his breath is rewarding in ways I didn’t know I needed. I climb over him, my knees on either side of his head, a little self-conscious of the close up view he must be getting.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He grabs my hips and gently but insistently tugs me lower, until I’m hovering right above his face. “I never thought I’d get to taste this little bit of heaven again.”

He licks down my center, and I jolt in response, partially from pleasure, but also because the touch shocks me. No one other than me has had their hands or mouth on me there in a long time.

No. Don’t think of the last time.

“Okay?” he asks, his lips moving against me, slightly ticklish.

“Yes.” Exhaling slowly, I make a conscious effort to relax my muscles.

He blows on me, and a shiver ripples up my back. Then he presses the softest kiss to my pussy. Then again. At first, they’re close mouthed, just getting me used to his touch. He must have realized I was overwhelmed.

For several minutes, he brushes his lips over me, almost reverentially. Eventually, his tongue gets involved. It’s all very tender and considerate, and as my body loosens, it’s no longer enough.

I need more. More firmness, a stronger touch.

“More, Ty.” I arch into him. “Stop treating me like I’m breakable.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t ask if I’m sure. He just moans and buries his face deeper between my legs, lathing open-mouthed kisses over me. His nose bumps my clit and I whimper and grab onto the arm of the sofa. He moans again, and the delicious vibrations make me quiver.

I glance down and find him staring back at me, his eyes burning with blue fire. His hair is mussed, and he looks absolutely debauched.

“Oh, God.”

I bite my lip as his gaze intensifies and he shifts one of his hands around to rub my clit, the other splaying across my hip to hold me in place.

He murmurs something, but it’s lost against my flesh.

All of the emotions he’s ever felt for me—and all the ones he claims to feel—are right there for me to see in the vibrant depths of his eyes. He’s hiding nothing.

Everything he’s said about his reasons for pursuing me is true.

All he wants is me.

His rough fingertips circle around my clit over and over again, and I can’t take my eyes off him as I wind tighter and tighter, my hips shifting slightly against his mouth as I search desperately for that last little bit I need to push me over the edge. He stops moving his fingers and just presses them against me.

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