Page 48 of An Engagement Pact

I giggle again—as much self-consciousness as amusement. “You really don’t have todome. I wanted to do that for you.”

He frowns and sits up so he can ease me back onto my mattress. “And you think I don’t want to do something for you too?”

I stare up at him, surprised and confused and a little uneasy—even as my heart has jumped into a wild gallop of deep feeling. “Do you?” I whisper.

He kisses my mouth very softly. “I do.”

It’s impossible to resist his sweetness or the promise of his giving me that kind of pleasure. “Okay. If you really want to.”

He chuckles at that as he kisses a trail along my jaw and then down my neck. “Thank you for so generously allowing me.”

It takes a minute for me to process the words and recognize the gentle irony. I giggle when the humor hits me unexpectedly just as he’s sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

He pauses to check my face. Then smiles when he realizes my amusement is genuine and not at all mocking. “I guess when you have sex with a guy as funny as I am, it’s impossible not to laugh at the same time.”

I giggle even more at his wry, lilting tone and keep huffing through lingering laughter until his work on my breasts finally distracts me. By then I’m so turned on I can’t think of anything else.

He takes his time, kissing his way down my body until he pulls my thighs apart and nuzzles at my groin.

I gasp at the feel of him against my aroused, intimate flesh. I shift my butt as he uses his hands to open me up for him and then teases my clit with his tongue.

He’s good at this. No question. But it’s more than his skill that causes my intense responses to him. My self-consciousness fades, leaving nothing but excitement and trust.

Trust.

He wants to do this for me. He genuinely likes who I am and what I look like. And I’m entirely safe in his hands.

So I can let go. Completely.

And I do.

I give myself over to the sensations, moaning every time something feels good and getting louder and louder as the pleasure deepens and grows. He works on my clit and plays around my entrance and uses his fingers and tongue and lips and occasionally his teeth on my inner thigh.

And a climax builds until there’s no way to hold it back. I cry out as I fall over the edge, grinding my hips so wildly he has to hold me still so he can continue and bring me to a second orgasm on the heels of the first.

I’m hoarse by the time the waves of my release finally fade. I lie limply and have only enough energy to lift my head so I can see what Dan is doing farther down my body.

He’s gazing at me with a pleased kind of pride that really does it for me.

I’m about to be completely swept away by soft, hot feelings—leading me to confess God knows what—when Dan says, “Thank you for doing me that favor. I really appreciate it.”

I freeze as the words process for a few seconds. Then I burst out in helpless laughter, so much so that a couple of tears stream down my face.

Dan is laughing too as he moves back up my body and pulls me into his arms.

We lie together like that, tangled together with the remnants of laughter, for a long, wonderful time.

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EVENTUALLY THE DEMANDSof my bladder overcome my desire to snuggle, so I get up to go to the bathroom and make myself and Dan cups of coffee in the small in-room brewer while he goes after me. I pull on an oversize T-shirt so I’m not naked and get in bed while he comes out wearing just his underwear.

He gets under the covers beside me and pulls me over so he can wrap a casual arm around me as we sip our coffee.

“In all seriousness,” I say after a minute. “Thank you for that. If you couldn’t tell, it was amazing. Maybe the hardest I’ve ever come in my life.”

A little smile plays around his lips, but he doesn’t indulge it. “You’re welcome. I enjoyed it too. Both the blow job and doing that for you.”

“Good.” I swallow another sip of coffee. “Me too.”

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