Page 70 of The First Best Man

“Oh, God,” I breathe, bucking my hips when his tongue flicks against my clit.

The touch vanishes, and my eyes pop open and my mouth snaps closed. I lift my head to search for Tucker, and I find him on the side of the bed, hurriedly stripping out of his clothes. I lick my lips as he bares his strong chest and muscled abs, then again when heshucks his pants, revealing the bold outline of his erection beneath black boxer briefs.

I scoot over as he crawls onto the bed, anxious for him to pull me back into his arms. I freeze, though, when he stretches out onto his back and casts a heated glance in my direction.

“Kate, come sit on my face.”

And what do I do? Only the sexiest thing in all of sexy land.

I choke on my own spit.

Tucker doesn’t move or speak as I cough to clear my trachea, nor does his expression change. He’s freaking serious.

“I cannot sit on your face, Tucker.”

“Yes, you can. Just climb on and hold onto the top of the headboard for balance,” he says firmly.

I stare at him with wide, incredulous eyes, and he just stares back with that same determined look. He’s not going to try to force the issue. He’s just telling me what he wants and letting me decide if I want it, too.

Do I? Want it, that is?

My body temperature rises a few more notches as I imagine doing what he says, but the desire doesn’t negate the fear.

“Won’t I…like…suffocate you? How will you breathe?”

“Let me worry about my breathing, Kate. I’ll be fine, but not if you don’t get up here and fuck my mouth.”

Holy shit.Why was that so hot? The words. The rumble in his chest as he spoke them. The desperation edging his tone.

I realize I’m gasping for oxygen, my heart poundingout a staccato rhythm as I fight an internal battle. Do I want to do it?Yes.

What am I afraid of? He’s seen me naked multiple times. He’s picked me up. He knows how curvy and soft I am. How heavy. He knows every inch of me, and he desperately wants this.

Moving before I can change my mind, I roll onto all fours and crawl up the bed. Tucker makes a relieved sound as I raise up to grab the headboard, then grips my hips to steady me as I move my right knee over his head.

Once I’m in position, I tighten my thigh muscles, intent on hovering just above his mouth. An impatient noise rumbles out of him as his hands curl up over my thighs, and I yelp as he jerks me down, pulling me flush against his face as his tongue drives into me.

“Oh, my God.”

The words burst out of me like cannon fire as lava floods my veins. The last traces of hesitancy flow out of me as the heat seeps out of my pores, and I roll my hips, driving his tongue deeper. My entire body sways as I ride his mouth, and I tilt my head back, my eyes closed as if in silent exaltation.

Has anything in the history of mankind ever felt this good?

Tucker’s grip on my thighs tightens as he shifts my position slightly. He focuses his efforts on my clit, and taking on a mind of its own, my pelvis starts to rock back and forth. I grind down on his lips and tongue as I move to a beat only I can hear, my breathing ragged and rough as pleasure spirals through me.

“Oh, God. So good,” I chant, a buzzing growing in my veins as my muscles start to tense. “I’m so close.”

Tucker must hear the murmured words, because he multiplies his efforts, his tongue working faster and faster. My own movements turn erratic, my words degenerating into barbaric grunts and groans as I chase my release.

There’s a sudden, intense pressure as Tucker curls his lips around my clit and sucks, hard. I scream as an orgasm explodes inside me. My entire body bucks and convulses while I go a bit dizzy, and Tucker’s lips release my clit so he can flick his tongue against it, shooting off a wave of aftershocks.

He doesn’t relent until I’m sagging against the headboard with exhaustion. His grip on my thighs slowly loosens, and I snap back to reality, realizing I probablyamsuffocating him at this point. Finding the last vestiges of my strength, I lift myself up, and he licks at me playfully as I pull away. I yelp, my poor clit over-sensitized after that apocalyptic orgasm, and Tucker chuckles as he grips my hips to help me roll off him with at least some tiny modicum of grace.

I’m sitting on my pillow, probably soaking it with my own juices, my back braced against the headboard as I try to catch my breath. Tucker rolls onto his side, licking his lips thoroughly before pressing a light kiss to my thigh.

“Good, right?” he asks.

“No, it was terrible,” I say, making him laugh.

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