Page 177 of Come Back to Me

I drown in pleasure as he swirls the tip of his tongue over my clit. Over and over until I’m close to screaming. When I finally do, I realize what he wants from me—my sounds. My music.

It’s like something switches off in my being.

A lifetime of: shush, stop humming, play your instrumentsmorequietly, be lesser, don’t be me—he gives me permission to be loud.

As a reward for my cries, he thrusts his tongue into me, that same circle thing he does driving me absolutely insane when he wiggles it a couple times too.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he grates out, and the vibrations make me see said heaven.

As my eyes go black, my ears pinpoint a strange growling noise, but my attention shifts when he latches onto my clit and my scream is impossible to withhold. There’s no point anyway. I’m in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and if the triplets are fucking watching, I hope they enjoy the showandthe lesson.

This here is how to fuck a womanright.

I rock my hips, riding his face, faster, harder, loving his grunts until, unable to stop myself, I grip his nape and hold him to me.

His face and nose and jaw are drenched in me.

I’m so wet.

It’s wonderful.

Paradise.

I’m not dry and awkward and wondering why people go mad for sex.

I’m in the middle of an opera that he created for me, and I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more in my life.

With another suck on my clit, I let loose a groan, then he thrusts two fingers into me. Hard. Fast. He does that hooking thing like he did the other week, rubbing my G-spot but in tandem to his sucking, I don’t just see stars. I’m soaring through the Milky Way.

I scream his name. Without knowing it. I’m lost to the pleasure, to the ecstasy, the sheer relief of finally being connected to this half of myself.

And he did that.

My Butch.

I start sobbing for real but don’t know it until his wet mouth is dragging his dirty tongue over my cheeks, lapping them up as he pets me down there, soft rubs to my clit that send sparks of pleasure through me.

I’m so sensitive, it’s almost painful, but I love the tenderness so I throw my arms around his shoulders and hold him to me as I break down and break up and BREAK.

When he chases my lips for a kiss, I lock eyes on him and surrender because being invaded by him is the only thing that makes any sense to me.

Even if I’m not ready to wave the white flag.

Cody

I’m hard as a fucking rock and I’ve never been so grateful for the agony because the taste of her is magical.

And it’s mine.

The sense of achievement roars through me because I know how tough it is for her to let go.

But she does with me.

Only me.

I delve between us, unfastening my zipper and freeing my cock.

At long last, it gets a taste of her magic.

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