Page 12 of My Brooding Valentine

He pulled away and rolled onto his back, my hand flat on his stomach. Nothing was getting in the way now.

Exhilarated and intimidated at the same time, I moved my hand slowly downward and hesitated before finally touching him. Just my thumb at first. I slid it over his shaft, marveling at the feel of him.

He sucked in a breath, and that was how I knew I was at least doing something right. Okay, so maybe even a strong wind would get him off at this point, as long as the lead-up had been to this. But I still felt a thrill, knowing I could make him feel good.

I couldn’t see his face—not even the outline of his profile in the dark. But I could tell from the sound of his heavy breathing that he was enjoying this.

I rose on my elbow and boldly stroked him multiple times until finally, he reached down and put a hand on mine to stop me.

“We’ve got to take this a little slower,” he said. “Unless you want me coming all over myself.”

I bit my lip again. Nobody had ever spoken to me that way. I never would have imagined getting turned on by a man talking to me like that. If it had been anybody else, I would have probably been horrified, but the thought of a man being so turned on by me that he couldn’t hold himself back excited me. Thrilled me. Made waves of heat rush through my body.

As requested, I slowed my movements, then ran my hand over his balls. He sucked in a breath at that too, and I worried he’d stop me. But this was part of exploring, wasn’t it?

“Can I taste it?” I asked, looking up at him.

That was when it really hit me that being in the dark was a mistake. I wanted to see his expression. His reactions were a huge part of this.

Later. We’d get through this first time, and as he said, in the morning, I’d be more comfortable having him look at me.

He groaned. “Babe, you’re going to?—”

“Just briefly,” I interrupted. “I just want to see what it’s like.”

He groaned again. “Be my guest.”

But his breath really got heavy when I wrapped my lips around him and took him in deep. It wasn’t easy, thanks to his size, but with every deep breath, I was encouraged to keep going.

And then he suddenly nudged me off him. “Your turn,” he said.

He eased me onto my back and reached for the fastening on my jeans. I helped him tug them down, along with my underwear, and as the air tickled my bare skin, I couldn’t wait to see what he did next.

Once my bottom half was bare, Sawyer rose above me, holding himself up with one arm while his other moved up my left leg and around to my inner thigh. I closed my eyes and held my breath as his fingers moved to the very inner part of my thigh. Then slowly, he parted my folds and slid a finger inside.

“Damn, you’re so wet,” he said. “Do you usually get this wet?”

I shook my head, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “I’ve never been this wet before.”

He had to know that, though. He just wanted to hear the words. Like me, he wanted to know that he had the power to turn me on.

And that was a big wake-up call for me. I wasn’t the only one who felt self-conscious here. He also wanted to know that I wanted him. It thrilled him, just like it thrilled me. Somehow, that made it easier.

Then I didn’t have time to think. As he removed his finger he shifted, and soon he was between my legs, his head positioned right at the apex of my thighs. In the process, he spread my legs wider, and I clutched the sheets around me, bracing myself for what was about to happen.

The second his tongue touched my clit, sensations exploded inside me. I’d never felt anything like it. I gasped and arched my back, but he managed to hold my hips still as he continued to run his tongue over my clit.

He flicked it, then slid his tongue around in circles, seeming to test out what felt best to me. It all felt good, so I wouldn’t be much help there.

Within seconds, he had me sighing and moaning. I made some noises I didn’t know I was capable of making. I knew my body was ramping up toward something. I just had no idea what would happen when it finally got there.

I would have never expected the fireworks that exploded inside my body as my orgasm overtook me. I lost all sense of space and time as I cried out, even saying his name at least once, maybe twice. I was probably muttering incoherent nonsense. I wasn’t really in control of my vocal cords at that point.

Gradually, it eased, but I still felt different. Better than I had before. I tingled from head to toe and felt warm all over, and I immediately wanted to do it again.

“Hold on,” he said.

And then he was off the bed. He disappeared from the room, opening the door and letting light shine in.

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