Page 74 of Rook

Sensing my lack of control, heat leapt in Rook’s eyes as his thumb started to tease around my clit while two of his fingers slipped down, then slid inside me.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned as my walls closed around his fingers. “That’s it,” he murmured as my hips started to rock impatiently, needing the friction he wasn’t ready to give me. “Show me what you want.”

I wanted this.

More.

Him.

Everything.

But for the moment, I satisfied myself with rolling my hips as his thumb worked me, as his fingers started to lazily thrust.

It was so overwhelming, so fast.

My forehead pressed to Rook’s as a little whimper escaped me. “Rook…”

“Come for me.” It was a soft command, but my body obeyed immediately.

Pleasure sparked, caught, blazed through me, stealing my breath, leaving me whimpering as my body fell against Rook.

One of his arms went around me, holding onto me as I came back down.

His fingers were still inside me.

And, somehow, that fact had my sex tightening, dragging a rumble out of Rook.

“If you want to come again, I want to taste it.”

I guess the needy little whimper that escaped me—and the rush of wetness he felt—gave him all the answer he needed.

He eased me down onto my back.

Then he was kneeling between my legs, pressing my knees to my chest, and easing my panties down my legs, his hungry gaze on mine the whole time, making my belly do delicious little somersaults.

As soon as he had the material tossed somewhere to the side, he was bunching my skirt up around my hips, then lowering down.

His arms slid under mine, pushing my legs over his shoulders.

Then his mouth was on me.

Soft, sweet, practiced.

It wasn’t long before my hips were rocking against his tongue, before my fingers were twisted in his hair, and my moans were drifting off across the quiet farm.

He was relentless, never giving my body a chance for the pleasure to slip out of my grasp.

He was pulling me apart. Slowly, gloriously, and without shame.

I came, crying out his name, my thighs clenching his head, my hips rocking up to ride his face, dragging it out for all it was worth.

I fell back against the blanket gasping, panting, whimpering, my whole body feeling like a buzzing live wire.

Rook’s hands grabbed my knees, prying my thighs apart with a sexy little laugh before he was kissing his way up one thigh, then down the other.

“Rook,” I sighed as his soft kisses had me coming down from one orgasm and climbing toward another.

“Hmm?” he murmured, glancing up at me.

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