Page 100 of Stealing Sunshine

She groans, eyes flicking upward, immediately finding mine. Holding my gaze, she pumps her finger inside of me and swirls her tongue around my clit once before flicking it gently.

“Fuck!” I shout, tugging her hair so hard I’m surprised she doesn’t cry out in pain.

“You like my tongue on your clit, baby? That feels good for you?”

“Yes! Yes, do it again. Please,” I beg, a powerful release already prowling beneath the surface.

“Tell me why you think I don’t want to kiss you.”

My face crumples with disappointment. “Please, Bryce.”

She stops everything, and I cry out, bucking up to try and relieve the pressure inside of me.

I blow out a breath. “Because you pull away and hide your emotions from me the moment we’re done. The night you were sick, you reminded me it was just practice. It was like I was the only one who wanted something more and wasn’t satisfied with only a few minutes.”

Two fingers slide inside of me, and then she’s dragging the length of her tongue over my clit and stroking it with a rewarding, consistent pressure. Bliss rolls through my body, transporting me to another universe.

“You have no idea how wrong you are.”

“So tell me, then.” My voice cracks and morphs into a cry when she curls her fingers to stroke deep and high.

The pace of her licks picks up, and then she’s flicking my clit quick enough for my vision to flash with white. Everything happens so fast. I arch off the bed, and Bryce plunges her fingers faster, skilled in the way she never loses my G-spot despite my frantic squirming.

The bed could disappear beneath me, and I wouldn’t notice. Not when an orgasm the strength of a world-splitting earthquake sends me soaring high above it.

Yet even as my brain melts and resolidifies in a matter of seconds, I don’t miss her next words, and I’ve never been so grateful for anything ever.

“If I wasn’t the one to pull away, I’d have kept you trapped in my bed with me for hours, kissing you until your lips were swollen and sore. I wasn’t reminding you that it was just practice. I was reminding myself because if for even one minute I let myself believe otherwise, this fake agreement would be done, and you’d be gone before I’d even had you for one real moment.”

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BRYCE

I thoughtI was obsessed with Daisy well enough before today. Thought I knew everything I needed to and was content with taking my time to learn the rest. But now, after sharing this moment with her, I realize that I had no fucking idea how obsessed I could become.

The taste of her sweet pussy lingers on my tongue as I busy myself with kissing and stroking her inner thighs, soothing her through the comedown from her orgasm.

I’ll never forget this first one. Every cry and whimper and plea for more has been etched in my goddamn soul. I’m anxious to collect more of them, slowly, quickly, anywhere and everywhere.

It’s not the time, though. Fuck, it wasn’t the time ten minutes ago either, but that didn’t stop me from falling to my knees and feasting on her tight, wet pussy the first chance I had.

Every word I spoke while she thrashed against my tongue hangs suspended above us. An invisible clock counts down the moments left before we’re forced to revisit them.

My eyelids droop as I nuzzle my cheek against her thigh and palm her hip bone, touching her with a need that I feel all the way in my bones. I’m tangled up inside,so aroused that even just existing in the same space as her without touching myself is a struggle.

The fingers that were threatening to rip my hair clean from my scalp have relaxed and now stroke the sore places and guide me through the fog of need.

“Did you mean all of that?” she whispers.

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

There’s no going back now. I’m not diminishing the weight of my words. Not after this.

“Yeah, Sunshine. I meant all of it.”

The bed shifts beneath her weight, and then she’s sitting on the edge of it, staring down at me with such an honest, open expression. It’s who she is, my Daisy. Trusting and kind without judgment. There’s no doubt in my mind that if she decided to turn me away, she would still be gentle with her words. Even if she was struggling with doing so.

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