Page 24 of What If We Do

Finally, I get to see him like this again.

He pulls me against him and lifts my chin with his finger. “I’m going to lay you out on that gorgeous bed over there and eat my weight in pussy gold until you come on my tongue.”

Fuuuuuck. Meeeeeee.

“And then with your permission, I’m going to bury myself inside you and we’re going to fuck like two people who are made for each other.”

He kisses me, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth and then licking away the pain.

“Like two souls that have been searching for their mates for years…” He kisses me again, this time trailing his fingertips down my sides. “But tragically only get to be together for one night.”

His tongue pushes past my lips this time. “One very…hot…sweaty…mind blowing night.”

“Oliver…” I pant. His words and the feel of his body against mine create a pool of pleasure between my legs, sparking a flame inside me. “Yes…please!”

He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed where he lays me down and grabs a couple pillows to position under my hips. Leaning over me he circles his tongue around one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth, hard and rough at first, and then soft and smooth to soothe away any pain, the perfect combination of spicy and sweet.

“Fuck, Oliver.” My back arches off the bed. “Give me more. I like it rough.”

“Not a chance, Sweetheart,” he replies, moving to my other nipple and repeating the same movements. “If I only get one night with you, I’m taking my slow, sweet time. I’m savoring every inch of you.” He kisses my chest between my breasts and then moves south, running his tongue along my abdomen, down to my pelvis overtop my panties.

“I want to breathe in every scent,” he says before he dips his head between my legs and inhales a deep breath.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper as he hooks his fingers into the crotch of my panties and pulls them down, letting them fall to the floor. He pushes one foot out to the side and lifts my other leg, hooking it over his shoulder. Settling himself at the apex of my thighs, he parts me with his fingers and then lazily drags his tongue through me.

“Oh, fuuuck, Oliver.”

For the love of tiny baby Jesus Christ.

This man’s tongue has magical powers.

Where did he learn this voodoo magic?

He circles his tongue up and around my clit, spreading my arousal all over me and moaning with satisfaction.

“Shit, Scarlett. You’re fucking intoxicating.”

“Oli…”

“I swear to God, I could get drunk on you and you alone.”

He goes in a little more ravenous this time, his beard rubbing against my ass as he licks me repeatedly, rounding my clit and flicking it with his tongue.

I’m surely going to die right now.

I’m going to die a most glorious death, crying out for Jesus as I combust from the most wonderous orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Oliver, I swear to all the Halloween voodoo gods if you stop right now, I’ll never forgive you.”

He chuckles against my skin, the vibrations of his voice intensifying the pleasure he’s already giving me. He slides two fingers inside me, pulling them up against my inner wall, caressing that hot spot while blowing and sucking on my clit.

“Oh, my GOD, Oliverrrrr! Do NOT stop!”

I writhe against his face as he takes my clit between his lips, sucking and flicking so hard and fast he takes my breath away. Surprising me, he reaches up and caresses my breast, rolling mynipple between his fingers, and I’m a goner. My hand in his hair holding him against me, I scream his name as I come on his fingers and against his lips.

“That’s it, Sweetheart.” He drags his fingers from inside me and sensually sucks them into his mouth. “The best meal I’ve had in days.”

“Oliver, that was…” I try to breathe but hell. His tongue took the wind right out of me.

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