Page 119 of Quiet Longing

“Not by a long shot.”

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Charli

The pantry door closed over with a soft click as Rhys lowered to his knees in front of me for the second time that day.

“Good memories in this room,” he said with a sinful smile.

“What? Oh, yes. Memories,” I replied, incredibly flustered. We were standing in almost the exact same spot where we’d lost our virginity to one another over sixteen years ago, and I was a little overwhelmed.

“Shall we make another one?” he went on, eyes hooded, and tingles danced along my spine.

“S-sure.”

“You’ll have to be quiet, though,” he warned in a low, gravelly voice that had my pulse spiking.

“Rhys, what are you—”

Before I could finish the question, he was lifting the long, calf length skirt I’d changed into when I got home from work. I’d also donned fresh underwear, which I was glad for since Rhys was kissing his way up my inner thigh and making my brain turn to mush. My back met the wall, and I exhaled a shaky breath.

It had been a whirlwind of a day. I’d spent the hours after lunch in a state of blissful disbelief at what had happened in Rhys’ office. But I also felt good about it.Reallygood. I was proud that even though I’d been nervous and stammering, I’d asked him for what I wanted. He’d agreed to give it to me without prerequisites.

He’d said I could “use him” for however long I needed, and though the idea of using another person didn’t exactly sit right, it felt liberating to know I could touch Rhys if I wanted to and that he would touch me if I asked for it.

I hadn’t exactly asked forthis, but perhaps Rhys could read minds because I’d certainly spent a lot of time daydreaming about it. He’d always known the exact right places to touch me to drive me wild. Back when we were both fumbling, inexperienced teenagers, we’d taken the time to learn each other’s bodies, what the other one liked. And I’d known as soon as Rhys’ hand slid past my underwear while I’d sat on his lap during lunch that he still remembered exactly how to please me.

His kisses on my inner thigh paused, his breath hot against my sex, and I groaned. “Don’t stop.”

He gazed up at me, blue eyes bright. A devilish smirk graced his lips. The fabric of my skirt was bunched up around my waist and spilling about his shoulders. “I have no intention of stopping, Charlotte.”

My full name on his tongue did something wonderful and swirly to my stomach. Rhys’ large hands gripped the elastic of my underwear as he deftly tugged them down my legs. I stepped out of the panties, vaguely aware of him shoving them in his pocket before his mouth lowered. He licked at me, and I lost the ability to think, my head thumping softly against the wall. His hand went to the back of my knee, and I froze briefly. His warm fingers skimmed close to an old scar. I was thankful for the dark room because Rhys seeing that scar might throw a dampener on things, and I didn’t want to stop. Not when I was already so turned on. I managed to relax, and his grip was firm as he encouraged me to lift my leg over his shoulder. I happily obliged, granting him better access and his tongue lazily circled my clit.

I moaned.

One hand slapped me lightly on the ass as his eyes flicked up in reprimand, “Quieter,” he scolded though it looked like he was holding back a satisfied smile when his mouth returned to me, his expert tongue working its magic.

Breathless, I nodded, trying my best not to make another sound. The living room was a good distance away, tucked into the opposite corner of the ground floor, but there was still a chance my aunt or uncle could wander into the kitchen for a snack.

“We need to be fast,” I whispered, biting my lip to keep in another moan.

As though taking my words as a challenge, Rhys tongued my clit with haste, creating a building tension within me. He slid two fingers inside me, and I felt pleasurably full. His eyes never left me, gazing up and taking in my every reaction, like the act of eating me out was giving him as much satisfaction as having his cock buried deep inside me might.

The thought of him throwing me down on his bed, spreading my legs, and sliding into me just as easily as he’d used to had my orgasm hurtling forward like an Olympic sprinter.

I gripped his shoulder with one hand while the other sunk into his hair. “Rhys,” I rasped. “I’m close.”

A deep, approving growl rumbled out of him, and then I came, shuddering on his mouth as he continued to lick at me, drawing out every tremor and shake until I was completely spent. I tugged him up to standing then plastered my mouth to his.

Kissing him seemed like the only way I could convey my gratitude. I couldtastemyself on him, but I felt no shame. Rhys had no idea what he was gifting me. He was giving me my body back in a way I was incapable of doing alone. He allowed me to rediscover sexual pleasure with someone I felt completely and totally safe and at ease with.

“Thank you,” I breathed, still tasting myself on his tongue, then repeated, “Thank you.”

Rhys stared at me, his eyes a little unfocused before he reached out and tucked some hair behind my ear. “No thanks needed. Ever. Already told you I’m at your disposal.”

Okay.Wow. That statement brought forth a flurry of ideas, none of which I’d ever be brave enough to make a reality, but still, it was nice to imagine.

“What are you thinking?” he murmured.

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