Page 24 of The Forever Experiment

I nod frantically, and I don’t know why. I never thought this would be something I was into, but somehow, with Easton, I want nothing more.

I feel him move down, dipping into my center and lapping the release inside me again. My body tightens around his tongue, desperate for more, but he leaves me feeling empty when he removes himself from between my legs and towers over the bed.

I open my eyes, finding Easton’s arms pressed on either side of my head, his beautiful face hovering above me. He shifts hisweight to one arm, using his free hand to grip my chin and open my mouth. “Tongue out,” he demands, words muffled with his mouth full.

I obey, and he mirrors my expression by slipping his tongue between his lips. A thick, white rope of cum drips from his mouth, falling into mine. A heady mix of sweet and salt coats my taste buds as I swallow both our releases.

“What do you think we taste like?” he asks.

“Like two things that shouldn’t go together but do,” I breathe.

His hard expression softens, a near imperceptible up tilt of his lips. “I think we taste perfect together.” He kisses me quickly. “Now, I’m going to devour this pretty pussy of ours, and I want you to ride my face so hard, those heels leave marks in my back. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck.” He bites his lip, shaking his head as he moves back down my body to his knees. “Yeah, keep calling me that one, wifey.”

Without another word, he dives back between my legs with vengeance, tongue lapping at my clit like a man starved, flicking in quick, circular motions that have my body feeling like it’s floating. I do exactly as he requested, holding his head against my center, grinding my hips over his tongue. My legs are bent at the knees, high in the air to give him better access, and the tips of my heels press deeply into the skin of his back.

My mind goes numb, head spinning, unable to think of anything except chasing that high, finding that cliff, and nosediving right off it into the pits of pleasure. My cries are reaching a crescendo that echoes throughout the dark room, my hands clawing at his head as he continues his relentless pursuit against my clit.

Easton's own moan against my body sends me spiraling, and when he slips two fingers into me, curling upward and pumpingat the same tempo his tongue moves against my bud, I’m falling. White light engulfs my vision, and my body goes rigid, fucking soul lifting out of my chest as I’m racketed with wave after wave of endless pleasure.

My body feels frozen as my splintered mind and fractured soul attempt to locate it again, carrying me back to myself. As I float back down to Earth, my senses resurfacing, I become aware of the soft, wet feel of lips moving up my legs. When he presses a kiss to the smattering of hair at the center of my thighs, dragging his mouth up my stomach and across my breasts before reaching my face, I finally find the strength to open my eyes and find Easton’s blue ones blazing back at me.

“Hi, Maya baby.”

I bracket his jaw, brushing my thumb over his short beard. “Hi, pretty boy.”

He smiles, dipping his head so his mouth lands against my palm, kissing it before grabbing me beneath the arms and hauling me into his. He lifts me off the bed, and my heels finally fall from my feet as I wrap my legs around his waist.

I begin to protest, “Easton, I’m too heavy—”

“Shut up.”

He carries me into the bathroom, planting me on the counter before flipping on the light. Both of us squint at the sudden brightness, but I can’t take my eyes off him as he moves to the shower, turning on the water.

“Oh, we don’t have to—”

He turns to me, frowning. “I want to shower with you, Maya.” He brushes my braids over my shoulder before taking my face between his hands. “If I only get tonight, I want to experience it all. With you. I want to wash your body, your hair.”

I huff a laugh. “It’s not a hair wash night.”

“Okay.” He nods with understanding. “Can I still wash your body?”

“This isn’t like…a seductive thing for me, Easton,” I say with hesitation. “I’ve never showered with a man before. Bathing for me is…technical. I have averyspecific routine I don’t like to deviate from, and I already did so last night, so I’m all sorts of thrown off already. Plus, I haven’t shaved my armpits in an alarmingly long time.”

“That sounds seductive to me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I roll my eyes, snorting a laugh. I don’t know why he makes it feel so fucking easy. Every aspect of intimacy that has frightened the shit out me seems less intimidating and more enticing when Easton Mason is involved.

Slipping off the counter, I wordlessly sort through my bag until I find my pink shower cap. Pulling all my hair over one shoulder and fisting it, I open the cap and drop my braids inside before pulling it up and over my head. It cinches at my hairline, the pink, water resistant fabric hanging at my mid back before I fold it in half and fasten the cap with a button at my forehead.

Turning to face Easton, I ask, “Am I seducing you yet?”

The smile he responds with is brighter than the sunrise. “You’re always seducing me.” He steps toward the shower again. “We can get in now?”

I laugh. “No.” Digging back into my bag, I pull out my exfoliation scrub and body wash, handing them to him. “Put those inside the shower.” As he takes them from me, I turn back to the sink and grab my cleansing balm and cleanser.

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