Page 65 of Earl

She had known it before, but this time, she knew for a fact that she wanted this man, that with all his faults and flaws, he desperately needed some normalcy in his life.

He needed someone who was going to love him for himself. That beneath all his sophistication, the business acumen, and the social standing, he was lonely and insecure.

“Well?” He demanded.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked softly.

Turning away, he shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

“Is it?”

His head swung around to stare at her. “Yes.” He bit out.

Removing the blankets, she scooted until her hip was pressing against his. “Take off your sweats.”

“What?”

“Take it off.”

“Why?”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Why do you think?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt the awful tension easing from around his heart. With his eyes trained on hers, he did as she asked. “What now?”

She closed her fingers around him, causing him to harden.

“I want to make love to my man.”

“Your…,”he could not continue; his throat was not cooperating.

“I love you.”

“Oh God! Baby, what are you…” he groaned long and low, his body going rigid, but it could not in any way compared to how stiff his sex was. She was rolling the tip of her finger over the glans where moisture was already collecting. His body wasflushed with heat, his heart pounding so hard he could barely breathe.

“I never had anyone go down on me and thought it was nasty. But it’s not.”

“It isn’t?” He rasped, not even realizing what he was saying.

“No. You make me feel wonderful. It was amazing and the way you rolled your tongue inside me made me want to die. I thought I was going to. I want to do the same for you.”

“Cathy. Cathy.” That was all he could say. Her name rolled off his tongue like a prayer.

“Would you mind?”

“Pardon?” He could not even recall his name or what day it was. She was slowly torturing him and was just using her fingers to accomplish that.

“I want to use my tongue on you.” Her sultry voice saying those evocative words zephyred through his body like a sharp sword, slicing all the way through his bones. He felt liquid, weightless as if he was floating.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to.”

His hands clenched into tight fists as he braced for the onslaught. When her tongue was forced into the slit, he felt as if the top of his head was being blown off. A string of curses rolled off his lips as his body surged towards her mouth.

For a novice, she sure as hell knew how to pile on the torment. When she took him into her mouth, he knew he couldn’t last.

Every drop of blood was gathered in one place, and he felt as if he was straining. His cock was iron hard and pulsing inside her mouth. Her saliva, her warm breath were combinations designed to drive him clear out of his mind.

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