Page 84 of Your Soul to Keep

“Okay, rinse,” I ordered, pushing up onto my tiptoes to scrub the bubbles from his hair.

It was not a smooth process.

No matter how I tried to tip him back and keep my hands on him, suds ran down his face.

“I feel like I’m being waterboarded,” he joked.

I laughed, slightly mortified. “I can’t reach!” I protested.

He grinned down at me, one eye closed due to the suds. “Want me on my knees?”

I wagged my eyebrows. “I wouldn’t say no.”

Pulling back the curtain, he shoved me out. “I’ll finish up here, meet me in your bedroom. Don’t bother getting dressed.”

Five minutes later, water still beading on his chest, he pushed me back on my bed and crawled up between my thighs.

Wrapping one hand around each, he breathed deep, gave his head a little shake, and dove in.

My body arched off the bed as his tongue lashed along my slit, and my hands flew to cup the back of his dark head. “Yes!”

He hummed in answer, his thick tongue sweeping from core to clit, alternating between circling it gently and pulling it greedily into his mouth. When I could take no more, he tore his mouth away to delve inside my sensitive entrance.

Head digging back into the mattress, I spread my legs wider, helped by his hands, and rocked up into his mouth. My body began to quake, the muscles in my thighs quivering as I neared my release.

And then he pulled away.

“No,” I mewled. “I was so close.”

Rising to his knees, eyes blue fire, face slick, he dipped down and bit my bottom lip before pushing me further up the bed.

I gasped into his mouth, chasing his kiss as he pulled away.

Large hands running down my form, he rolled me onto my stomach. Slapping his palm down on my ass, he demanded, “On your knees, baby. Face the wall.”

Rising up behind me, he pressed his chest to my back and curled my fingers around the headboard before licking and nipping a path down my spine.

Behind me, he dropped to his back and shifted up until his dark head nestled between my thighs. He wrapped his arms around my thighs. “Fucking ride my face like you mean it, Shae.”

Too far gone to care how I looked, if I was too heavy, if he really wanted what he was asking for, I took him at his word, lowered my pussy onto his face, and rolled my hips.

“Yes, baby,” he hissed right before sinking his teeth into my thigh.

I ignited.

Gripping his hair in my hand, I ground down against his lips, his tongue, his mouth, and he gave me his all.

Fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs.

Tongue tunneling inside me, licking up my offering.

Lips worshipping.

My body began to shake in earnest.

His grip on my thighs tightened.

On the headboard, my fingers turned white as I hoped for bruises to remember.

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