Page 59 of Someone You Deserve

“And I’m not going to stop unless you tell me to.”

“Penn…”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, jutting his cock into my hands and drawing his fingers down the side of my neck simultaneously.

“No,” I answer without hesitation because if he stops, I just might die.

The deep gravel of his voice vibrates down my spine as he says, “Thank fuck,” and then he presses his lips to mine again, leaning over me as I wrap my legs around his waist and lie back against the cold metal table.

I shiver as I run my fingernails under his shirt, the chill of the metal biting into my skin. Penn breaks our lips apart and kisses a trail down my neck, along my collarbone, and over the swell of my breasts. “God, you always smell like fucking sugar.”

“Perks of the job.”

He lifts his head from my stomach and looks me in the eyes as he says, “I wonder if you taste just as sweet too.”

He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he pops the button on my jeans and pulls the zipper down slowly.

I lean back and stare up at the ceiling, trying to control my breathing. “Oh God. This is really happening, isn’t it?”

“You’re only allowed to say four words to me right now,” he says, ignoring my comment.

My head pops back up. “What?”

“Listen, Astrid, or I’m stopping until you agree.” He prompts me to lift my hips as he pulls my jeans down my ass and legs, tossing them to the side.

“Oh, God. Okay…”

“Those four words are…” He licks his lips before he continues. “Faster, slower, harder, or softer.”

I think I’m going to die from this.Has anyone had a heart attack during sex because they were so turned on?“Jesus…”

“Actually, let’s add one more.” He hooks his thumbs under the sides of my underwear at my hips and begins pulling them down as well.Thank God I trimmed the other day.

“Okay?”

He stares at me again as he dips his head down, pushing my knees open to expose me to him, and lining up his mouth to the juncture between my legs. When he lifts my feet and plants them on the counter on either side of his shoulders, he says, “More. You can tell memore. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now let me know exactly how to make you come on my tongue.”

With his eyes locked on mine, his tongue connects with my clit and I nearly come apart just from that simple touch. Soft circles, long licks, and short flicks—Penn works me over, figuring out what I like and taking his time.

I feel like I’m outside of my body, watching myself experience this carnal moment—a sexy man with his head buried between my legs, worshipping me. It’s the kind of thing that happens in fantasies, not real life.

But this is as real as it gets.

“More,” I finally manage to say, closing my eyes and burying my hands in his hair.

He circles my entrance with his finger and slowly inserts it all the way inside of me. “Is this what you want?”

God damn. “Yes.”

Penn goes back to licking me softly, exploring my flesh, his touch so soft and slow that it’s tortuous.

“Faster,” I moan as his tongue circles my clit again, picking up speed. “Yes, Penn.”

“Those weren’t on the list, but I’ll let it slide.”

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