Page 9 of Books and Hookups

“Oh god.”

He pushed through the gusset with his tongue and lips and a scrape of teeth. I grabbed the back of a dining chair to keep myself upright as pleasure rocketed up my spine.

Yesssss.

I forgot about the spandex holding my belly in and lost myself in the sensation of his sexy lips and talented tongue worshiping me where I stood. Unlike most guys I slept with, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Instead of shoving a finger into me or going straight for my clit to try to speed things along, he used his thumbs to spread me, feasting on my center. I forgot all about my shit evening, my dad, and my career failures as my world filled with Danny’s touch. Pleasure coiled in my belly. My vision grayed at the edges, and my knees shook.

I gripped the chair harder. “More.”

I didn’t have to say another word. He grabbed my ass with one of his powerful hands and licked up to my clit. One touch of his tongue rocketed me to the roof. And when he closed his lips around it and gently sucked, I soared, squealing, straight on into the stars beyond.

When I opened my eyes, he still kneeled before me. He’d come out from under my skirt and was studying me, a glistening, satisfied smile on his face.

I tapped his shoulder. “Don’t look so smug. I was halfway there from the blowjob I gave you.”

He smiled even broader. “Sucking me off turned you on?”

I smoothed my skirt. “I’m not going to apologize for being a sexual person who gets turned on both giving and receiving.”

“I love that about you.”

“Want some water?” I moved toward the kitchen to hide my trembling lips that didn’t know whether to smile or cry. It had been a weird night.

“Please.”

I filled two glasses from the pitcher in my fridge. When I turned, he’d set his sneakers by the door, his jeans and the ridiculous tee folded on top. He looked relaxed, like it was normal to stand around your neighbor’s apartment wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin.

I handed him his glass and waved at his erection. “Holy refractory period. Looks like you’re ready for more.”

He shrugged. “I also get turned on by giving.” He tipped back his head and chugged the water. I sipped mine, pretending not to ogle his throat as it worked. Or his beautiful cock.

He set the glass on the counter. “Want to go again?”

This time, there was no sad bow of his lips, only a nonchalant half-smile despite the heat sparking in his brown eyes. Lust? I could work with that.

“Uh-huh.” Grabbing his hand, I carried my water into my bedroom and set it on the coaster on the nightstand. I started to unbutton my dress, but he laid a hand over mine.

“Let me.”

“It’ll be faster if I?—”

“Let me,” he repeated.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

Smirking, he pushed the button through the hole, then slid his fingers down my chest to the next button. He went slowly and steadily, dragging his fingertips down my front as he went. A tiny line formed between his eyebrows. Like he wasn’t thinking about anything else but me.

God, that was hot.

By the time he’d unbuttoned the dress enough that it slipped off my shoulders to the floor, my shapewear was soaked. Vaguely, I wondered if Woolite could save it, but Danny distracted me with a kiss to the valley between my breasts.

“That dress and this bra wrecked me tonight,” he muttered as he reached behind me and unfastened the clasps.

I smirked. My big boobs were a pain at work, where they reminded everyone I wasn’t one of the guys, but tonight I was grateful they’d reeled in some stress relief. “Glad you liked it.”

When my bra joined my dress on the floor, Danny held up my breasts—they fit into his long fingers perfectly—and kissed along the side of my right boob to the tip, which he licked and sucked to a needy peak. He pinched it with his fingers, then kissed along the midline to my left breast and repeated the action.

I rubbed my thighs together, chasing the tingling sensation. “Dan—” Oh god, that had come out as a whine. I cleared my throat. “Danny,” I said firmly, “I’m ready.”

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