Page 116 of Defending her Heart

With every dirty word, my arousal soaks my leggings even more. I lift my hips and shimmy out of my leggings, kicking them to the side of the room. Naked from the waist down, I spread my legs so he can see just how wet he makes me.

I hear the moans and grumbles in his chest, then Nash drops to his knees and uses his shoulders to spread me wider.

“You’re fucking perfect, Kendall.” He glides his hands up and down my inner thighs, followed by his lips, not touching me where I need him most.

“Nash. Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“I need you.”

“I’m right here.”

I lift my hips and reach for his head, pushing him to my core. “Touch me. Lick me. Fuck me.”

“There’s so much I want to do to you, Kendall.”

“Yes. Please. Do it all. I want you so much, Nash.” And more than sexually, but I don’t have the confidence to tell him yet.

Nash glides a finger up and down my slit and I nearly come from the simple touch. “You’re so sensitive.” He crawls up my body, bypassing my aching nipples, and plants his hands on either side of my head. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me sweetly, not like the dirty talking sexy beast he was seconds ago. My hands find his hair and pull him closer, needing the weight of his body on me. Our tongues tangle and he deepens his kiss. I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him into my center and grind my aching pussy against the zipper of his jeans.

“You’re getting the front of my jeans wet,” he chuckles.

“Then take them off and fuck me already.”

“Impatient tonight, aren’t you?”

“Nash. Please.” I clutch at his shoulders and draw his lip between mine. “You promised me orgasms.”

“Mm.” He nudges his nose along my jaw and behind my ear. “How do you want the first one? By fingers, tongue, or my cock?”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Good answer.” He covers my mouth with his and sucks my tongue into his mouth before releasing me and crawling back down my body. His hands lift my sweatshirt and find the clasp of my bra. “Get rid of this while I lick your cunt.”

I’ve never been attracted to men who talk to women this way until Nash. Granted, if he talked this way to me before I got to know him, I’d have red flagged his ass months ago. But his bedroom manners are nothing like his regular manners. And I’m totally digging the two sides of him.

Like his glasses and his muscles. The two juxtapose each other in the sexiest way. I wrestle with my top while he wrestles with my pussy. Not really, but my insides are going batshit crazy from his touch.

His fingers are gentle as he separates me. He flattens his tongue and licks me so slowly I’m on the brink of passing out. My shirt is wrapped around my neck, but my hands can’t deal with my top anymore. They find their way to Nash’s head and press him harder into my aching pussy.

“Get rid of your sweater. I want to watch you when you come,” he rumbles against me.

My trembling hands make their way to my sweater again and I somehow manage to rip it over my head. I’m panting, gasping for breath as Nash dips a finger inside me and bites gently on my clit.

“Fuck.” My hips rocket off the bed, slamming against his face.

“Look at me, Kendall.” His tongue and finger fuck me slowly, and the trembles start shooting up my legs right to my core.

“Don’t stop. Fuck.” My legs fall apart, and I tip my head back as the orgasm rolls through me. My hands grip the comforter under me as I ride out my orgasm against Nash’s tongue and fingers.

When I’m almost down from my high, Nash flips me so I’m bent over the bed, my ass jutting out for him.

“Damn, this ass.” He squeezes my cheeks and drapes himself over me.

His jeans and sweater rub against my naked body. “Why are you still dressed?” I moan into the bedding.

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