Page 84 of Mr. Charming

“The only woman he wants to have sex with had a boyfriend until about two hours ago.” He puts one knee on the mattress and stalks up to me.

“I’ll give you that one.”

He laughs. “Figured you would.” He kneels between my legs, running his finger along my red lace panties. “I think someone was thinking about me when they got dressed this morning.” He dips his finger under the elastic, and I shiver when his finger grazes my pussy.

“Maybe Decker likes red.”

His eyebrows lift and his mouth thins. “Not funny, Tedi. Want me to deny you an orgasm?”

I chuckle and sit up on my elbows. “It was a tasteless joke. I apologize.”

“Look how far we’re coming already.”

I fall back to the mattress and watch him take off my panties, dragging them down my legs.

“I’m going to try really hard to control myself here.” He lowers to the mattress, sandwiching himself between my legs and placing my thighs around his shoulders. “But I can’t make any promises.”

“Still talking,” I say.

He chuckles, then slides his tongue through my folds. My back arches off the mattress, and he laughs again. That was the shock factor because he lifts my leg, casting feather-light kisses along my inner thigh.

“I love these legs.” He squeezes my calf with his large hand.

“You love them wrapped around your waist.”

He peeks up at me. His long, dark lashes just add to his sex appeal. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll fuck you up against the wall before the night is over.”

“Another promise?”

He lays my leg over his shoulder, mimicking the kissing on the other leg before his face is between my thighs again. With the first twirl of his tongue, my head falls back, and my eyes close from the sheer bliss of his mouth on me.

He trails his tongue from my clit to my opening, the tip tracing my center as his hand winds over my leg to the apex of my thighs. His thumb plays with my clit as his tongue continues its pleasure-seeking path.

My hands fall to my sides, gripping the comforter. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I want to watch him. Those little glimpses he always gives me, as if he wants to watch me enjoy what he’s doing, gets me even hotter.

The tip of his finger rims my entrance, and the fingers that were on my clit splay across my stomach, keeping me from moving around.

“God, Tweetie,” I beg, needing more. Needing him to take me to the place only he can.

“Just God works.”

I glimpse down, and his teasing blue eyes only get me there faster. I forgot how much I missed this.

He doubles down and sucks on my clit while two fingers plunge and play inside me. My hands grip the comforter until my knuckles ache. Without any more smartass comments, he works me so good that I’m on the edge in seconds and leaping over it minutes later.

Bliss scatters through my body as I cry out—a mix of his name and gibberish until I’m left panting and staring at the ceiling. Picking up my head, seeing my juices on his chin, I only want him more.

“Didn’t anyone tell you to say thank you?” He laughs and crawls on top of me.

“You should be thanking me.”

“Touché.” He kisses me briefly. “Now where are the condoms? Otherwise I can’t thank you properly for letting me go down on you.”

I wrap my arms around his chest, not wanting to let him go. “Top drawer of the nightstand that you knocked the clock off of.”

He wiggles out of my embrace and stretches across the mattress, opening the drawer. “Gonna be honest, don’t love the easy access.” I hear him tear from the strip of condoms. “And I see you haven’t been with anyone with as impressive of a dick as me?”

He gets on his knees, and I watch him open the condom wrapper and roll the condom down his length. “Were you hoping for dust on the box?”

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