Page 50 of Holly Ever After

Then he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue swirling around the flesh. I could come just like this, with his mouth on me.

His fingers dig into my ass under my skirt before he peels me off the wall, grabbing the back of my neck and walking with me to the counter in the kitchen. Sitting me down, he takes a step back like he’s displayed a meal he’s ready to devour.

I shudder, my breathing coming in heavy pants.

“If you want to back out, you better say it now because you’ve got about five seconds before I’m on my knees finally getting to taste you.”

With those words, I lose my breath, my stomach clenching as I grab the edges of the counter to steady myself.

I shake my head, the need in his eyes making me nervous as I breathe, “On your knees then.”

And. He. Drops.

His large hands knead my legs before resting at my knees. “Spread your legs and lean back.”

Oh God.

Sean is on his knees… for me.

Let’s not think about that too much. Especially when he licks his lips and bites down.

My legs are too weak to even contemplate holding together. With his hand under my thigh, he lifts my leg, letting my foot drop on the counter, spreading me completely before rubbing my clit through the lace of my thong. Instinctively, my head falls back with a moan.

“Eyes on me,” he demands. “If I’m touching you, your eyes are on me. Do you understand?”

My lungs are burning, desperate for air.

“Holly,” his voice is stronger now. “It’s my one rule. Keep your eyes on me.”

I can’t help myself. “Rules? So bossy.”

“I’d like for you to look at me when you’re screaming my name.”

I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or maybe it’s hell. I don’t care. I’ll willingly burn. At least if I’m in flames, he’s going to be right there with me.

“You seem quite sure of yourself.”

He smirks, shaking his head with a husky laugh. “Oh, baby. Brace yourself.”

He’s still got that damn victorious smile on his face as he rips the lace fabric of my panties, his tongue immediately soothing away the burn. Shamelessly, I grind against his face, feeling the heat rush through my body.

He groans, lapping at my clit in long strokes. I’m ready to explode as he maneuvers his tongue between my folds, and I lose it, screaming his name and keeping my eyes on his just as he told me to.

I almost leap from the counter when he presses his finger inside, then another, fucking me until I'm nothing but putty in his hands.

Stroking me with a skilled tongue, I shudder with pleasure, my body tightening around his fingers as he continues to push me over the edge. His mouth moves from my clit to my inner thigh, his breath fanning over my skin.

He licks and sucks at my thighs until I'm a quivering mess beneath him, submitting to him in every way.

I can feel it, the raw waves of pleasure washing over me.

The vibrations of his voice hit my thigh as he demands, “Let go. Come for me.”

He keeps licking, each stroke of his tongue more determined than the last. He knows exactly what I need, and how to drive me over the edge. My orgasm builds until I’m sure I’ll go insane.

Sean notices too. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it all.”

“Oh fuck.” I can’t hold it back any longer, screaming out his name as I come undone in his arms. He doesn't let up, keeping up the same pace until every nerve in my body is alive and aching for more. Finally, when I'm spent and trembling, he slows down, pressing soft kisses on the inside of my thigh before standing to his full height.

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