Page 55 of Rook

I was bare before I could even wrap my head around what was happening.

Then Rook was shifting up, spreading my legs wide, then settling between.

My whole body jolted as his tongue teased up my cleft.

My hand slapped down on the back of his neck as my thighs closed around the side of his head, rocking as he worked his way up to my clit and started to work around it in delicious little circles.

There was no stopping the little whimpers that grew to moans as he worked me relentlessly, never giving my body a second to have the pleasure retreat.

He had me to the edge, back arching, thighs shaking, then sent me soaring over and crashing down. My startled cry filled the room as the waves crashed through me again and again.

But when I came back down, Rook still wasn’t done with me.

His tongue had retreated to the outside of my clit, not quite touching, but teasing, promising more.

It wasn’t long before my breathlessness became little mewling sounds again.

It was then that his hand slid between us, two fingers thrusting inside me.

The sound that escaped me then was feral, almost animalistic, as my walls tightened and brought on a rush of wet need.

Against my skin, Rook let out a rumbling groan that vibrated around my clit.

His tongue was back on me after that as his fingers started to thrust, giving me the friction that my body had been crying out for every night when I woke up sweaty and aching from dreams of him.

He drove me up effortlessly until my thighs were shaking, my breath was ragged, my moans were filling the apartment.

My hand slapped down and curled on my thigh.

But then Rook’s hand was there, sliding under mine, holding on just as the orgasm soared through me.

I swear the world shattered apart, that I saw through time and space for a moment. And all through it, Rook’s hand squeezed mine, his fingers and tongue worked me, dragging it out, making sure I got every last thrill of pleasure until I was flat against the cushions again, panting, shaking.

Overwhelmed with sensation.

Rook’s head shifted, pressing kisses to the inside of my thighs as they fell open, making a slow path downward, but still holding onto my hand.

It took a surprisingly long time for me to come back down, to come back into my right mind.

And the old thoughts came rushing through my mind. Things that had been battered into me for years. About sex. About how it worked.

And there was no taking.

Not without giving.

I knew what was expected of me.

Taking a deep breath to try to calm the chaos in my body, I reached down, pushing Rook until he took the silent demand and moved back against the couch.

I kneeled beside him, my hands going right to the fly of his jeans, my moves robotic.

“Babe, wait,” Rook said, brows pinched, seeing or sensing something that was giving him pause.

But I knew what I needed to do.

“Tessa,” Rook said again, this time reaching to close his hand around my wrist.

“No, I have to—”

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