Page 52 of A First Sight

“Oh!”

She grabbed my shoulders as I sucked on one and then the other. I took my time, alternating tongue and teeth, listening to her soft cries and gasps to learn what she liked. I sat back only when I had paid equal and thorough attention to both.

Her eyes were wide, lips parted, skin flushed, as my fingers settled at the waistband of her pants. I helped her take off her pants, leaving her in a pair of black panties. I pressed my mouth against the side of her knee, then moved up her leg, each touch of my lips taking me closer to where I wanted to be. My stomach flipped as I kissed the inside of her thigh and I looked up at her.

“Let me taste you again.”

She caught her breath and nodded.

I trailed my fingers down her legs as I removed her panties, enjoying every inch of her soft skin. I grasped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the couch so I could see her better.

Very little hair a couple of shades darker than her honey-blonde locks, skin pink and, I knew, already damp. I looked up at her as I settled between her legs. I wanted to make her forget everything except how my mouth made her feel.

Keeping my eyes on her face, I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue over that sensitive flesh. She let out a shaky breath, and I smiled. I wanted more of that from her, accompanied by gasps and cries of pleasure. I wanted to hear again, see, and feel what it was like for her to orgasm.

A long lick brought out one of those gasps. Rubbing the flat of my tongue across her clit had Maggie crying out, bucking against my mouth. I filed away each sound. Savored the taste of her. Memorized the look of pleasure on her face and how her breasts moved with each breath.

I pressed my mouth tighter against her and worked my tongue into her. Her hips jerked when I slid a finger into her pussy, groaning at the heat that gripped me. My cock was hard, straining against my clothes, throbbing with the need to be inside her. When I took the swollen bundle of nerves between my lips, Maggie gasped, the sound making my stomach clench.

Keeping the suction light at first, I gradually increased the pressure. Her hand fell on my head, fingers twisting in my hair. The harder I sucked, the harder she pulled on my hair and the louder she became. I felt the tension building in her, the way her muscles trembled. She was close.

I coaxed her higher until she cried out, every muscle stiffening. She pulled my hair hard enough to make my eyes water. But I continued with slower, softer licks until her body went limp.

I smiled when I saw her eyes were closed, then laughed as I realized she had either fallen asleep or passed out. Either one was enough to make me proud, although my cock wasnothappy at the moment.

She made a sleepy sound when I picked her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck but didn’t open her eyes. I started for the guest room, then paused.

“Do you want to sleep in your room…or with me?”

She tucked herself closer against my chest. “Wanna be with you.”

I carried her into my bedroom and tucked her into bed. My chest tightened as she snuggled in, a smile on her face. I brushed some hair from her face, finally admitting to myself how difficult it would be when I had to let her go.

THIRTY-NINE

MAGGIE

Where was I this time?

The question popped into my head, and a sliver of fear sent adrenaline through me. Before panic could grip me, I realized Drake’s warm body was behind me.

And then I remembered I was in Drake’s bed.

I kept my eyes shut, savoring the memories and not just the physical pleasure Drake had given me. It was so hot. Both times. The heat in his eyes when he undressed me. How he looked at me while he was going down on me, as if his only desire was to make me feel good.

It didn’t seem real.Hedidn’t seem real. I knew good men existed. I was related to quite a few of them, after all.

Drake…seemed almost too good to be true.

I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes.

“How are you?”

“I’m good.” I turned toward him, my eyes adjusting to the darkness to make out his profile.

I put my hand on his arm, sliding up to his shoulder and neck, fingers going through his hair. I suddenly wanted to turn on the light and touch him, study his body in all the ways he explored mine.

He made a low sound as I ran my hands over his chest and back, shifting so his body was over mine, with barely any space between us. The soft cotton of his underwear brushed against my bare legs, and I was suddenly very aware I was naked. Involuntarily, I stiffened.

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