Page 73 of Second Chance for Mr. Alden

I licked at his abs, slowly making my way down, enjoying each dip, valley and groove. This man was so fucking sexy. Wetness pooled between my thighs.

I squealed in surprise when suddenly, one of his large hands landed between my breasts and the other on my shoulder. He pressed me down until I was laid out flat on the bed. My breath caught as he crawled down my body and shoved my legs up and over his shoulders, while his arms kept my thighs from closing.

I shuddered as his nose dragged up my inner thigh, and he breathed in deep. “Later. You smell so fucking good, Jess,” he growled.

My hips lifted, pushed at him, wanting everything he could give me. His wide tongue teased my entrance before slowly licking its way to my clit. With each swipe of his tongue, my clit swelled, until I was riding his face, wanting to force him to increase the pressure.

“Alden,” I whimpered his name.

He slowed down. Each lick lighter, more gentle, as he circled my clit with his tongue. He took his time, making me wait. He knew the anticipation of what was coming next would turn me on. My wetness grew as he teased my entrance with a fingertip, before he shoved it inside at the same time he sucked hard on my clit.

Intense pleasure rolled through me, my back arched, and my hands gripped the sheets. “More,” I demanded. My release was so close that if I reached down and rubbed myself once or twice I’d be screaming in seconds. When my hips shifted restlessly, he stopped. “No, you can’t stop. I’m so close,” I whined in frustration.

I glared at him as he threw me a wicked grin from between my thighs.

“Alden.” I tried so hard to make my tone sound like a warning, but seeing his beard glistening with my desire, I knew it was probably more like a moan of frustration.

“Is this what you want?” He runs his tongue up my seam.

“No,” I mutter. I’ve never been afraid to ask for what I want. “I want your lips sucking my clit while I ride your hand. More than one finger. I need you to stretch me, James.”

His eyes grew dark as they met mine just before he latched onto my small nub with a hard suck. I hissed out a breath of satisfaction. When he released his lips and lightly bit down on my clit, a jolt of desire, so quick and unexpected, caused my knees to squeeze at his shoulders.

“Oh, James,” I moaned.

His tongue licked down my entrance, before moving back up. This time as he nipped at me, he slid two fingers inside my center, pumping in and out with ease. I was so wet for him.

My orgasm was so close. Even without words, James knew what I needed before I did.

My head thrashed from side to side. The sensations intensified as he switched back and forth between pinching my clit with his teeth, and then quickly soothing it with his tongue.

“I’m so close, so close,” I panted, surprised I could form any words at all.

“You want to come?” he asked, lifting his lips from me.

Why did he stop? He can’t stop. Not when I’m this close.

“Yes,” I growled. I was about to grab his head and push him back down. I wanted to come so badly.

James’ lips licked my folds and my entrance, the pressure not nearly enough. I mumbled a plea, the words pretty much nonsense, my body arching into him. I needed more. I needed to come all over his face.

He held down my hips as I bucked them against his mouth trying to increase the pressure myself. Rational thought had disappeared and now only the desire to have his face shoved between my thighs and his magic tongue bringing me over the edge remained. I begged him with my body to give me more.

Desperate with need I bit down on my lip, “Please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking. I only knew I needed him to finish what he started.

His tongue dipped into my entrance before licking its way to my engorged bundle of nerves. As his lips wrapped around my swollen nub, he sucked hard as his fingers fucked me again. I was so wet they easily slid in and out. He added a third finger, pumping relentlessly, and I came up off the bed, the sheets strangled in my fists.

“Yes,” I grunted as my body shook, starting with my legs. Then my heels dug into his back, my hips lifted off the bed, and my stomach rippled with such an intense orgasm I lost my breath.

When I could finally breathe again, I looked down at his satisfied grin.

He gently placed kisses up and down my thighs, my stomach, my chest, and then my neck. I could barely lift my hand to cup his cheek when he leaned down to place a tender kiss on my lips.

His rough beard scraped my skin, and I could taste myself on his lips.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Morning.”

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