Page 78 of Love Me Fearless

He hums in approval.

I tug at the back of his shirt and he helps me slip it off. He comes back to my mouth, giving me a moment to caress his smooth, strong shoulders and chest while we kiss and touch.

He presses against my lower back to bring me closer. The soft fabric of my sweater seems to heighten the sensations in my body as my breasts brush his chest. He rubs my nipples over the fabric, making the heat inside me explode. He slides lower, kissing me everywhere as he disappears between my knees. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he pops the button of my jeans and peels them down, carefully unweighting each of my thighs to slide them all the way off, leaving me in just my sweater and the black satin panties that match the bra he discarded so expertly.

I’m not sure what I expect, but it’s not for Hutch to peel mypanties aside and press his mouth to where I’m throbbing. I grip the back of the couch as a tremor rattles through me.

What on earth is he doing?

Because of my sweater and the swell of my breasts, I can’t see him below me, butoh my godcan I feel him. He grips my thighs to bring me closer, spreading my knees open. The tip of his tongue is like magic, touching me everywhere. He glides over my clit with little flutters from his thumb while he feasts. I hold onto the couch as my breaths come faster and a heat begins to burn low in my belly. He reaches up to my breasts, his fingers slick from touching me.

Oh, such wicked, intense pleasure.

It’s dirty, but so hot.

I rock against him, driven by the tight craving turning me inside out.

He groans, the vibrations humming through me. The need for friction and more, more, more has me grinding shamelessly against him. His caresses and groans make it that much more intense, like his pleasure is locked with mine. I close my eyes as the knot inside me unravels. Gripping the back of the couch, I cry out with each stroke of his tongue until I’m shaking. When he finally lets me rest, I lower my forehead to the fabric and savor the final notes of sweetness tumbling through me.

Hutch plants little kisses up my body then wraps me in his arms. I curl into him, grateful for his sturdy frame and his tenderness, while he strokes my lower back.

“That was incredible,” I say, limp in his arms.

He chuckles. “Best dessert on earth.”

I laugh into the crook of his neck. “Will you let me return the favor?”

He gives a low groan. “Sometime, yeah.”

“Not now?”

He lifts my chin so he can kiss me. The lingering taste of me on his tongue only seems to tighten my cravings all over again, and ourkisses quickly turn heated. I rub my palm over his erection, and he sucks in a breath. “You ready for more, all you have to do is ask.”

“Is this a tricky way to get me to beg?”

“I won’t need tricks for that.”

I laugh and cradle his face so I can kiss him. “Such confidence.”

He kisses me back and glides his fingers down the sides of my panties that are soaked thanks to him, and in one motion, releases the fabric so it taps exactly where I’m starting to throb. I suck in a gasp of surprise but my body responds with an urgentyes.

His look darkens like he knows exactly what is racing through my mind.

“You ready to lose control, sweetheart?”

I gaze into his dark eyes. The answer is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back. “Are you?”

He chuckles, his smile turning playful. “Let’s find out.” He lifts me off him and pivots so he’s right behind me, caressing up my sides.

“You look good on your knees, Greely.”

“Don’t get used to it.” I gaze back at him.

He comes closer, his belt buckle pressing into my spine as he strokes up, taking the sweater with him. I raise my arms to help, but once the sweater is off, he lifts my arms to behind his neck. With a soft sigh into my hair, he caresses slowly down the underside of my arms to my breasts, his touch sensual, almost reverent.

“I could touch you like this all day.”

I bite my lip as the cravings start to stir inside me. If he keeps taking such good care of me like this, I won’t ever want him to stop. Closing my eyes, I turn so I can kiss him. He continues his unhurried exploration of my body, caressing and stroking, pausing to kiss me back.

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