Page 95 of What If I Knew You

Her eyes dart between mine and it’s all I can do not to word-vomit all over her. “I love how our physical connection makes me feel. I love how you make me feel. Like I’m the most important person in the room at any given time. Like I’m important. Like I matter. Like I’m loved. So, this isn’t just sex for me. If it was before, it’s not anymore. Because I wantyou.”

“Okay.” She nods.

“Okay?”

“Mhmm.”

Fucking Christ.

“You’re okay being…mine?”

She smiles up at me, her doe-like eyes answering me before her voice does.

“I’ve been yours since the moment you replied to my text.”

“Thank you, Jesus.”

I bring my mouth to hers and part my lips, our tongues tangling, fingers gripping, voices moaning. I smooth my handdown the side of her body and back up, feathering my fingers along her skin, and then my palm connects with her breast.

Her eyes roll back as her mouth falls open. “Yesss.”

I roll her hardened nipple between my thumb and middle finger and then lower my lips and suck it into my mouth. Her back arches and her body writhes beneath me as I flick my tongue over her while rolling the other between my fingers. Then I move to the other breast and suck that nipple into my mouth even harder.

“Oh God! Yes!”

Her response brings a smile to my face and a wave of pride through my chest.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful Corrigan.”

“I’m also goddamn wet, Bodhi,” she says as I continue to play with her breasts.

“Is that so?” I ask, trailing my fingers between her legs, teasing her with a touch to her inner thighs. She squirms and opens her legs, allowing me full access.

“Yes. Please,” she begs, but I’m not ready to give her what she wants just yet. I’m having too much fun exploring her whole body.

To placate her, I drag my finger through her arousal and?—

“Fuuuucking hell, Corri.”

I’ve never felt her so wet before.

“Oh God, yes! Again. Please!”

“What do you need?” I ask as I trail another finger through her warm arousal. “Tell me.”

She bucks against my fingers, hoping to add to the pressure she so desperately seeks. “I need you to make me come, Bodhi.”

She nearly cries when I pull my hand away from between her legs, but she watches anxiously as I suck my two fingers into my mouth, my eyes rolling back in my head as I savor the taste of her. “So fucking sweet.”

I want to continue to tease her and make her crazy for me and then fuck her until neither of us can see straight but after one taste, I can’t deny myself the delicacy that is Corrigan’s sweet glistening pussy. Moving myself down her body so I can get a better position, I spread her legs with my hands and then flatten my tongue against her heated center, taking one long languid stroke.

“Oh…my…God,” she gasps, lifting her pelvis off the mattress in search of more. “You’re too fucking good at this. Please, Bodhi.”

Her compliment revs my body and has me wanting to turn her over, spank her ass, and fuck her like they do in the pornos I’ve seen. But then a part of me wants to lie here all night long, between her legs, pleasuring her over and over again and proudly watching her fall apart at my touch. On my tongue. With my thrust. But then I’m also dying to be inside her, feeling her pussy take me, clench around me. Milk me.

“So many possibilities,” I tell her. “Do you want to come like this, Corri? Should I devour you until you’re screaming my name?

“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

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