Page 92 of Forgive You

But when he falls in front of me, gripping my thighs, no fucks are given.

Zero.

Nada.

He swipes a finger through my glistening folds, and I shiver. A jolt of desire drums through my hips, and my eyes cramp shut when it turns into two instead of one.

“Eat, huh?” His eyes crave me as they flick up to mine.

I’ve never been this bold, but at the same time I’ve never felt sexier. The soft breeze runs along my wetness while my feet rest in my heels firmly planted against the patio. I’m not an exhibitionist, but I’m too turned on to care about who might see us.

With hooded eyes, I nod.

“You have a bossy side I don’t know about, baby?” His mouth hovers between my legs, the anticipation damn-near killing me.

I’m tempted to throw my legs around his neck and show him exactly where I want him, but I fill my lungs once more to find the strength to keep my gaze on the wet dream in front of me.

“You have a problem with that?” I ask under my breath.

He licks my inner thigh. “You can boss me around all you want.”

Then he licks the other, closer to my core. “All day.” Another lick. “Every day.”

I gasp when his hot breath flies over my core, and our eyes connect. “For the rest of your goddamn life.”

I barely comprehend what he’s saying because,finally, his mouth connects with the bare skin that’s been longing for his touch for way too long. He doesn’t just dive his tongue inside me like I want him to. No, he tortures me, placing open, wet kisseseverywhere. My clit. My folds. My core, softly sucking in my inner lips. My entrance. The rim of my ass before he moves up again in a teasing trail.

I moan.

Holy motherfucking hell.

Every time I’m settling into his delicious touch, he moves, starting his buildup of a new spot. I look up at the dark night, his mouth on my body making me dizzy.

I can’t fucking describe it.

Nerves I didn’t know I had vibrate to life.

My breaths are shaky, one minute gasping for air, the next releasing all the oxygen from my lungs in contentment.

It’s like I’m standing in a crowd, being touched from different angles, all feverish and better than expected, but my mind keeps snapping around me, no clue where it comes from.

It’s hypersensitive.

It’s fucking with my head in the best way.

It’s not just building me up to touch the goddamn moon.

It’s lifting my mind to a high I linger in and stay in forever, not even sure I still need the moon.

Desperation drips from my parted lips, my eyes pleading when they connect with the deep blue gaze peering up at me. The desire in his eyes makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters to him, his mouth never missing a beat.

“Jason,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m trying to say.

I’m lost for words, but silently, I’m pleading with him to not stop. To keep going. To keep doing whatever the fuck he’s doing, because I’ve never been pleasured the way I am now.

It’s so tender, but with so much intent, just enough friction, just enough tongue, just enough alternation. He smiles up at me, his lips glowing with my arousal, and I’m desperate to kiss him and taste myself.

But I don’t dare to break the focus he has on my pussy, the connection he seems to form without any help from me. His patterns change, my clit slowly getting more action as he sucks it into his mouth before moving back to my inner lips.

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