Page 132 of A Little Tempting

His eyes lift to mine. “Kissing you.”

“Ollie—”

“You don’t want me to lick your pussy, baby?”

Fuck.

My thighs press together with need. He coaxes them open with his hands.

My heart pounds against my sternum as he moves lower, kisses the edge of my underwear, and tugs them down my legs. Without a word, he grabs his pillow and shoves it under my hips. With his hand on my lower belly, he presses me down.

“What are you?—”

My hips bow off the bed as the heat from his mouth covers my core, branding me with a wet, hot kiss.

Holy shit.

With a groan of appreciation, he laps at my folds, slipping his finger along my seam but not pushing into me. It pulls me tighter, making me feel like a taut string on a guitar, ready to snap at any second.

We’ve fooled around, but this? This is new. And I like it. I like it a lot. Maybe too much. Who needs a dick when you have a tongue like this? The heat from his mouth sears me, leaving me hot and wet and already on the edge of falling apart when I catch myself holding my breath. But this feels too good.Hefeels too good. Clit aching, I twist my hands in his shaggy hair, holding him to my core as I moan his name. I’m close. So close. How does he do this to me? How does he rip away my barriers like they’re nothing? How does he know exactly where to apply pressure and when to pull back, leaving me desperate and needy?

“Please,” I beg. “Please, Ollie.”

Swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit, I tremble beneath him. It’s too much, yet not enough, as he pushes his finger inside me, finds the little bundle of nerves he’s all too familiar with, and massages it. Heart pounding, my back arches off the mattress, and stars explode behind my eyes as I come. Hard. It’s incredible and addictive, leaving me satiated yet greedy for more. Of this. Of him.

Slowly, I float back down to earth, and my legs fall open. Muscles softening, I’m surprised he hasn’t passed out from lack of oxygen. When he climbs back up my body, his chin glistens with my juices. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. When he ends it seconds later, he rests his forehead against mine, and I slip my hand between our bodies.

“What are you doing?”

“I said I want you inside me,” I remind him.

“Dylan,” he warns.

I love it. The affection in his warm gaze. The restraint. The desire to respect my boundaries and the way he’s so willing to put me first. My wants. My needs. And at my speed. Always.

“I want you to be my first, Oliver,” I whisper. “I want it more than you know.”

A divot forms between his brows as he stares down at me, brushing my hair away from my face. “I don’t want to pressure you.”

“Pretty sure I’m the one pressuring you,” I point out.

With a dry laugh, he shakes his head. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“I think the same can be said for you, Oliver Reeves. Now, help a girl out because I’m not entirely sure how this works.”

The same dry laugh kisses my cheeks as he undoes his belt, shoves his pants down his muscular thighs, kicks them off, and makes himself at home between my thighs.

“Condom,” I remind him.

“Fuck, I almost forgot.” Grabbing one from his nightstand, he slips it on and comes back to me, nestling himself between my parted legs.

“You trust me?”

“You ask that a lot.”

“Guess I’m still getting used to it.”

My heart cracks, and I bob my head. “Yes, I trust you.”

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