Page 111 of Surprisingly Us

I will myself to slow down, pull back from her glistening slit and kiss the inside of her thigh. I’m dying to graze my teeth against that smooth skin of hers. Mark her as mine.

“I need you to say it.”

She sighs. “I’m not drunk but I’m still mad at you. Now make me come.”

That’s all I need to hear.

“Spread your legs wider, Princess, and I’ll fuck your pretty cunt with my tongue.”

Her knees drop open, creating space for my shoulders, so I dive back in and lick up her center.

“Rhys.”Lettie’s breathy plea sends a jolt of lust to my swollen cock.

I love hearing my name fall from her lips like that. I want to hear it again and again.

I spread her with my thumbs and lick her good. Her back bows off the bed and it’s an immediate rush of satisfaction as I watch her lose her mind under my tongue. When she’s wild and writhing beneath me, I plunge a finger into her tight, slick cunt.

Her walls clench around my finger, making it impossibly tighter. Slowly, I thrust in and out, waiting for her to adjust before I tease a second at her entrance.

“Can you take two for me, Princess?” I ask.

“Yes,”she pants.

My eyes lift to take her in. Her parted lips, heavy-lidded eyes, the way her slender throat arches toward the ceiling. The hard points of her nipples nearly drilling holes in her shirt.My shirt.My cock throbs at the sight of her and she’s not even naked.

In my haste, I’d forgotten to strip her bare. I’m regretting that now, but I’ll be damned if I stop what I’m doing because Lettie is damn close.

When a second finger presses inside, I watch her face light with pleasure and anticipation.

“So fucking tight, Princess.”

I fuck her with my fingers and suck her clit hard.

The sound of her arousal slicking in and out fills the room. On a breathy moan, with her fists balled in the duvet, Lettie comes hard around my fingers.

I pull my fingers out and move to lean over her. Her eyes are closed, her breathing heavy but starting to even out. I paint her lips with my fingers and she startles, eyes fluttering open. I let her orgasm glisten there before I drop my mouth to hers.

Her taste is now branded on my tongue. I’m fucking ruined for her. My body knows this, but my brain is still fighting the good fight, trying to put distance between my desires and my actions.

“That’s how I do it,” I whisper before pulling back to look at her.

She’s boneless on my bed. Eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. Her dark hair splayed out in a glorious mess on my pillow.

In the bathroom I grab a warm washcloth to wipe gently between her legs. Finding her lace thong on the bed where I discarded it earlier, I ball the damp lace into my fist and place it in my pocket. I’m waiting for her to sit up and argue with me but her breathing stays even.

She’s tired from the night and deserves to let the post orgasmic release lull her to sleep. Clearly, it already has.

I place a glass of water on the nightstand and plug her phone into the charger. Her home screen lights up with notifications of unanswered texts and calls.

Her hand reaches out to loosely grip my bicep. I lift it and press a kiss to her palm before pulling the covers over her.

“Goodnight, Princess.”

The desire to slide in next to her has a weight settling against my chest. But I already know I fucked everything up, and giving in to the temptation to hold her will only blur the lines even more.

This was a mistake, not because I didn’t want to touch Lettie, but because now I know how good it feels to give in. How easily she can make me forget what we’re doing here.

Not trusting myself to be near her any longer, I retreat.

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