Page 62 of Frisco

Holy. Damn!

“Yeah.” His word came out as a whisper, and I felt him lower his head, his nose grazing the side of my cheek. “I want you something fierce, but I need sleep, and I’m aware you need some type of explanation. For now, for the next few hours, can we ignore what we both want to do to each other and sleep?”

I opened my eyes. Sleep with him? I didn’t know if I could. “I think I might still be drunk.”

He snorted a laugh, moving to lie beside me again, still holding me close. “Figured. I saw the wine bottle on the counter—saw it was empty too.”

Something about that statement made me embarrassed, but his arm came over me, and he rested a hand on my hip. He tugged me against him once more, one of his legs sliding between mine, and he moved it up, pressing right there, right where I could ride him to my climax.

“I don’t know how to handle this,” I told him. “It’s too fast. I’m cautious and slow.”

“I’m aware of that too.” He moved in and kissed my cheek, sliding down to my throat, and I was fast unable to think any more.

His hand slid to my stomach, pressing, holding me there.

His leg moved up, grinding into me.

I stifled a moan because it all felt so good.

His mouth tracked back up, tasting me until he got to my mouth. Then he lifted, just the slightest bit. I could breathe his air as he said, “How about right now, this morning, you’re not cautious and slow?” He kissed me softly as his hand slid down, into my underwear, and he ran a finger between my folds. “How’s that feel?”

I couldn’t answer because as he circled me, his thumb rubbing over my clit, he slid inside. All the way inside, and he went deep.

I let out a groan, my eyes closed. I wrapped my hand around his wrist as he moved his finger in and out of me. I didn’t stop him. Oh no. I began guiding him, controlling the rhythm, the speed, and when I wanted him deep, I pushed him deep.

He let me, following my every movement, but I realized he didn’t need the guidance.

Opening my eyes, I found him right where he’d been before, his eyes locked on mine. He grinned down at me.

I cursed, and his mouth dipped and covered mine.

Only one other time I’d been kissed like this.

It was like he knew me from inside out, my mouth, my body. He knew exactly how to command my pleasure, and I was helpless except to receive it. He moved two fingers into me, stroking deep and hard, then gentle, rolling into me.

“Jesus,” he breathed as I felt his body shudder. Then his mouth was gone from me.

“Wha—”

He shoved the sheets away and yanked off my shorts and underwear. His mouth replaced his thumb.

Oh.

My.

Goooooddd.

I was coming apart, my entire body bending up into that touch.

He ate me, and his tongue swept around me. His fingers pulled out, and his tongue thrust in.

So fast. Way too fast.

I wasn’t used to this, but I couldn’t do anything. The pleasure was almost attacking me, coming at me all at once, and I held on to his head, keeping him firmly between my legs, where he ate, with pleasure.

Then with a roar, he moved back up, his mouth finding mine, and he thrust three fingers deep, deep into me. I nearly folded up at how hard he shoved, but he just kept going, thrusting, thrusting.

I couldn’t hold on—a scream began to build that he swallowed, and his thumb moved on my clit.

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