Page 22 of Love on the Ice

I can’t release my grasp on his hair. In fact, my fingers tighten as he tugs my panties down my thighs. I shimmy them down as much as I can without kicking him. His mouth stops just above my mound, and my whole body shivers. He lifts his lips from me, his fingers still moving between my legs as he whispers.

“Spread your legs, Lorelai. Make room for me.”

Oh my god.

His words. I almost come just from those words and nothing else. But I don’t. Instead, I do what he’s asked. I spread my thighs. His hand vanishes from between my legs, and it’s replaced by his mouth.

Reid’s.

Mouth.

Is.

Between.

My.

Legs.

Oh.

My.

God.

I’ve never in my life felt this before. It’s not just his warm tongue against my pussy and my clit. It’s the jolt of electricity that flows throughout my entire body. That’s new. Lifting my hips, I moan.

I grip his hair tighter. I know I have to be causing pain against his scalp, but I don’t care, and I hope he doesn’t, either.

It doesn’t take long.

It’s just moments later until I’m right there—right. There. Then Reid’s mouth moves toward my clit. He concentrates on that little bundle of nerves. I’ve never, not ever, felt like this before. It’s amazing.

Lifting my head, I gasp and open my eyes, but I can’t see him.

I wish I could.

He slips two fingers inside of me, curling them as he continues to focus on my clit with his tongue. It’s almost too much—almost. I think I’ll be dreaming about this for the rest of my life.

Pulling his face closer against my pussy, I come. He doesn’t stop licking me. If there were a way for him to stay right here, doing this forever, I would not be opposed to it in the slightest. My entire body trembles. It quakes as the orgasm rushes throughout my entire body.

When my body stops shaking and trembling, he turns his head to the side, brushes his mouth against my inner thigh, and climbs up my body. Releasing my grasp on his hair, I wrap my fingers around his biceps and blink, trying to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, but it doesn’t happen.

His mouth touches mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s sexy, and I know it’s only because it’s his lips on my mouth. Otherwise, I might think it’s gross.

“I hope you can forget that asshole. He won’t ever bother you again, babe.”

Then his body lifts from mine, and he’s gone. I lie there, unsure that this has happened. My pussy aches. It’s sensitive and feels amazing. As soon as the door clicks shut, I sit straight up and open my mouth to call after him, but I don’t know what to say, so I’m glad he’s gone because I don’t want to sound like an idiot.

But right now, I’m more perplexed than ever.

Sated.

Satiated.

Happy.

Delirious.

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