Page 30 of Love In Translation

Rheo astounded him by reaching for the button on his jeans. “I’m more of a take-what-I-want type of girl.”

There was a hint of bravado in her voice, some hesitancy in her eyes. Maybe she was projecting confidence she wasn’t feeling.

“If that’s okay with you?”

“Very.”

His zipper came apart and her hot hand held him in a tight grip. Pleasure shot into his balls, up his spine.

She moved her hand, rolling it up and down, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh, hell yeah, so fucking okay.” He was impressed he managed those few words.

Rheo’s thumb brushed the tip of his cock and delicious shudders skittered over his skin.

“I think we need to get a little more naked,” she murmured.

Fletch watched as she stripped for him. Her movements were economical, efficient, but still fucking sexy. The moisture in his mouth disappeared as he took in her curves and her amazing skin. He hooked his thumbs under the thin cord of her sunshine yellow panties and pulled them down her thighs. Now deliciously naked, he pulled her to stand between his thighs, his hand sliding from collarbone to knee. So soft, so silky. Placing his mouth on her sternum, he inhaled her. His head swam.

She was heaven—soft, feminine, exquisite.

But she could also be hell if he wasn’t careful.

Fletch hooked his hands around the back of Rheo’s thighs and moved his mouth to her pussy. When he licked once, she gave a muted scream, and he did it again, twisting his tongue around her clit. He looked up as Rheo rocked her hips, demanding more. He licked and sucked, pushed his tongue and his fingers up her slick, wet channel.

Years ago, a lover told him she thought oral sex was more intimate than normal sex, that it required more trust. He never understood her reasoning, but he thought she might be onto something. Rheo was completely submissive to him, to his lips, fingers, and tongue.

She writhed and rocked, her soft panting music to his ears. He worked his finger and his mouth in and over her folds, sucked her clit, and relished her incoherent moaning. Inside her, he tapped his fingers against her inner wall, sucked her hard, and felt her come, waves of pleasure hitting his fingers, his tongue, and his lips.

Fletch pulled away from her, enjoying her side-swiped expression and shaking body. He’d done that. He’d made her come. Hard. His arm around the back of her legs held her upright and her body flushed pink with pleasure.

When their eyes collided, he clocked herWhat the hell just happened?expression and gently laid her on the bed. He leaned over her and waved his hand in front of her face.

“Rheo? Are you okay?” he gently asked, sliding his thumb over her bottom lip. His cock was so hard, he was desperate to be inside her, but he needed to check where she was at. “Rheo, talk to me.”

Her unfocused eyes met his. “That was so good. So, so, amazingly good. Do it again.”

He grinned. “Glad you enjoyed it. And in a minute.”

She waved at his cock. “I didn’t do much...sorry.”

“You didn’t need to. I loved every second of making you come.”

Rheo tapped his hip with the tips of her fingers. “Okay then. Thanks. Going to take a nap, then a shower.”

For just a moment, he thought she was serious. But then he noticed the quick lift of her lips, the naughty glint in her eyes before she closed them. Right, two could play that game.

He lowered his head, smiled against her mouth, and dragged his finger through her wet folds, flicking her clit. She lifted her hips, groaned, and sighed.

When her eyes opened, when they met his, she wasn’t teasing anymore. “More.”

“More?” he repeated, lifting an eyebrow, his finger on the inside of her thigh.

“I need you to fuck me, Fletch.”

“I need to fuck you more.”

He moved so the head of his cock probed her folds and her heat.

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