Page 50 of The Woman with the Wallet

There was no denying that.

There was no way I could ever try to tell myself, let alone him, that I didn’t want him. My body was betraying me perfectly.

My hips rocked impatiently until Miko’s fingers started to move, gently thrusting as his thumb began to circle my clit.

Reaching out, my hand slid up his forearm, grabbing him around the bicep and holding on as he kept working me, driving me up.

It wasn’t long until the mewling sounds became soft moans as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“No,” I cried when he suddenly pulled against my hold and slid his hand out of my pants.

He didn’t say anything, but as the light of the TV flashed bright for a second, I could see the sexy, self-satisfied smile toying with his lips.

But before I could settle on any feeling other than utter disappointment, Miko was shifting up onto his knees, reaching for my legs, and yanking me more toward the center of the bed.

My feet landed at each side of his thighs as his hands went out, grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties and drawing them down my hips and legs.

Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings as my pants were tossed off the side of the bed.

Miko’s fingertips slid up the sides of my calves, knees, thighs—deliciously soft, deliberately slow. As if waiting for something.

It wasn’t until his touch reached my hips, and my thighs fell open, that I realized that was what he wanted.

Grabbing my knees, he pushed them up toward my belly as he lowered down. His soft hair teased my inner thighs for thebarest of seconds, making goosebumps rise up all over, before his lips were around my clit, sucking it into his mouth with an intensity that made a choked cry escape me as my thighs clamped to the sides of his head.

Too much.

Too good.

Too… everything.

My thighs shook as I slid them over Miko’s shoulders while his lips sucked in a pulsing rhythm that made every muscle in my body tense.

Close. Sosoclose.

But just as I was sure that clawing need would be relieved, his lips pulled away, his head shifted, planting a kiss to my inner thigh as my legs trembled with unmet need.

Too frustrated to think of anything else, my fingers slid into his hair, dragging him back to where I needed him most.

I felt the tip of his tongue moving out, tracing up and down my cleft, tasting me, but refusing to give me the contact I felt sure I might combust without.

If anything, though, the more I whined and whimpered and—yes—even begged, the more he seemed to move away from where I needed him most. Until, suddenly, I felt his tongue fold and press inside of me, the sensation foreign, shocking, intoxicating.

He thrust a few times, dragging ragged sounds out of me I didn’t even know I was capable of.

Until suddenly, his lips were on my clit again in little pulsing sucks as his fingers thrust inside of me, turning, and stroking against the top wall as his tongue finally moved out and started to work me in lazy circles.

I felt completely out of control of my body—and I supposed that was the point. My thighs shook, every muscle in my body tensed, goosebumps rose, my breath panted in and out betweensoft whimpers that became desperate moans as Miko drove me closer and closer to the edge.

My fingers were fisted in his hair, my hips rising to meet his touch, my thighs clamped to the sides of his head, my heels digging into his back.

“Miko…” I cried, with this strange, overwhelming urge to push him away. It was too much. I wasn’t sure I could take any more.

Seeming to sense it, Miko’s fingers tapped hard against my top wall as he sucked my clit again.

And I just… shattered.

The sound that escaped me was a cry and a moan at the same time as my whole body shuddered hard, every muscle taut as my breath caught in my chest, breathing becoming impossible as the pleasure coursed through me over and over as Miko kept working me with his mouth and fingers, dragging it out until the orgasm finally released its grip on me.

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