Page 61 of Undercover Savior

“I’m not sure I know how.”

“Not your pussy, your mind. Just feel, Sullivan. Let go and let yourself enjoy all the pleasure.”

“I want to. I just…” He withdrew his fingers and got out of bed. “Wait. I’ll try, okay?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Be right back.”

I covered my face with my hand. “Oh. The condom.”

As promised, he returned seconds later, moved the sheet that covered my body, and pulled my legs apart. “I love this,” he said, running his fingers over my bareness, then spreading me open and licking from where his fingers had been inside me up to my clit. I jolted when his tongue swirled the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves, but he used his opposite arm to hold me still.

“I can’t,” I groaned.

“You can and you will,” he murmured. “I want you to come this way. Will you do that for me, Sullivan?”

I grabbed his shoulder, digging my nails into his flesh when the second orgasm crashed its way through me. I writhed on the bed as my pussy pulsed and my heart rate slowed down. He’d moved, but I didn’t have the energy to even open my eyes to see where, until I heard him opening a foil packet.

I peeked as he rolled it on, then he pushed me to my side, positioned himself behind me, and raised my leg so it rested onhis thigh. With one thrust, he entered me. “Oh my God,” I cried as I felt yet another orgasm building.

When he touched my clit—justtouchedit—I came again, and as he moved inside me, rotating his hips and stroking my body in a place I never knew existed, I came again. This time, he did too.

“Don’t move,” he said, easing out of me to, as I now knew, dispose of the condom.

I grabbed the sheet and blanket to cover myself against the chill left by his absence. When he crawled in behind me, I snuggled against him. He wrapped his arm around me, and when he rested his hand on my pussy, I smacked it. “No.”

He laughed. “Yes.”

I stilled when his hand didn’t move. He just cupped me. I felt myself drifting and shook myself awake.

“I love it when you sleep in my arms.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “When have I?”

“On the plane, but more, in my dreams.”

He kissed my shoulder, and a warmth like I’d never felt before spread throughout my body.

“Sleep, Sully,” he whispered, and I did.

When I woke,David was still beside me but was sitting up. I rolled over and put my arm around his waist. “Is everything okay?” I asked.

He shifted down so we were face-to-face. “Okay? No. Blissful? Yes.”

My cheeks flushed, and I rolled my eyes. “I’m the one in a state of bliss.”

He brushed my lips with his. “We both are.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do. Why would you think otherwise?”

“You are clearly very good at sex while I, on the other hand…”

“Not sex, Sullivan. Making love, and I wouldn’t say it’s something I’m good at as much as it is that good between us.”

“I think that is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Get used to it.” He nuzzled my neck. “I’ve got a million of them.”

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