Page 65 of Sparks Flying

I couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you thinking?”

She grabbed hold of me and tugged.

“This morning in the shower you were wet and slick. Is that better or is this?” she asked.

“Lick your hand,” I instructed her.

When she did as I told her, I had to fight back the urge not to come on the spot.

Damn, that was hot.

She seemed satisfied as she began stroking me.

This was not how I wanted this to go.

“Get your sexy ass back up on the couch,” I told her.

She furrowed her brow, but once again, listened. This put her body next to me and in easy reach.

Her body tightened and her hand squeezed me a little harder when I rolled a nipple between my fingers. Then she moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to touch her, taste her, watch her fall apart in ecstasy.

My hand was in easy reach of her, but she was also starting to blind me with desire as need coursed through my veins.

Her tongue snaked out and licked the tip of me. She was testing and teasing, but two could play this game.

She was wound so tight that when I finally touched her in the most intimate way, she nearly shot off the couch.

“Oh,” she said in surprise. “Mmmm,” she moaned, encouraging me to explore her further.

We touched and teased, learning each other’s body until I could no longer stand it.

She never let go of me as I laid down on the couch and threw her legs over my head so I could eat at her like a starving man.

A classic sixty-nine position had never really been my thing, but with Bailey, it was everything as we teased and taunted each other in what felt like a race to the finish line.

Somewhere along the way, she started using her mouth with her hands on me. I was nearly blind with desire.

With a pop she pulled back and cried out my name.

I knew she was close. I was too.

“Dean. Oh God, Dean”

Her body convulsed, and her thighs were like a vise around my head. I loved every second of it, and then I let go, too.

My heart was pounding in my chest. It had never been like this with anyone else. I lifted her easily despite my limbs feeling like overcooked spaghetti noodles. Repositioning us, she cuddled into my chest. I kissed the top of her head.

“That was a first for me too,” I admitted.

“Really?” she asked.

“Really.”

I knew it wasn’t in the same way she was thinking. But it sure as hell had never felt like this before.

Fully sated, she fell fast asleep.

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