Page 84 of Defending her Heart

Like he’s been doing for the past thirty minutes, Nash takes his time, inching his fingers to my breasts before gently exploring them as if he’s never seen a pair of hearty C-cups before. His fingers float around my nipples, which are screaming for attention, then he lowers his head and licks a path down my cleavage.

There’s been a lot of licking tonight, but not in my mouth or on my clit. Something that needs to get rectified. Fast.

“If you’re looking for suggestions, I have some ideas where you can put your tongue.”

“Hm,” he moans, and the vibrations go straight to my nipples.

My inner walls tighten, needing to feel him. Needing the release. “Nash, please.” I thrust my boobs in his face, and he licks one nipple and tweaks the other between his fingers. “God, yes. Please keep doing that.”

My hands grip the back of his head, pressing him into my boob while I grind myself into his hard cock. My nipples can’t take the teasing anymore, and when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, I nearly combust.

It’s going to happen. I’m on the cusp of an orgasm. He grinds his cock with slow movements while his mouth and tongue mimic the same moves around my nipple. Tension coils through my body from my toes to my eyeballs.

My legs clench, my ass cheeks tighten, and I throw back my head as the orgasm rips through me. Nash doesn’t relent, sucking my nipple deeper into his mouth and pushing his cock harder against my clit.

I rub myself against him and muffle my orgasm as I ride it out.

He lifts himself up on his elbows and stares down at me, a sly grin on his lips. “Are you wet for me now, Kendall?”

I bite back my grin and shake my head. “No.” When his brow lifts at my lie, I add, “I’m drenched.”

His eyes smolder and his breathing is deep and labored. Like he’s been doing all night, Nash surprises me again when he slides down my body, kissing along my waistband again.

“I can smell your arousal.” He takes a deep inhale and unfastens the button on my jeans before slowly lowering my zipper.

All too eager, I lift my hips and shimmy out of them. At least, I attempt to, but Nash only allows me to help until my jeans are to my thighs.

“Kendall.” That’s it. That’s all he says. And in that one word, my name, I hear the many tones, the many meanings. While tormenting me, he’s torturing himself as well.

“Nash. I need you to fuck me.”

He’s already fucked with my head and with my heart. My vagina is feeling left out.

“Patience.”

“I’d have more patience if you put your mouth—oh, God.” My eyes roll back as he drags his tongue along my clit. “More.” I grab hold of his hair and tug his head deeper into my pussy.

With my jeans around my thighs, I can’t open my legs very far. He licks me as much as he can with such little space, then drags a finger along my thigh and dips it inside me. With a heavy moan, my head falls back, and I soak up the pleasure he gives.

His finger and tongue move methodically, slowly, inside and out, and I’m so far gone, I don’t realize my jeans are completely removed until my left leg falls to the floor and Nash wedges his shoulders between my thighs.

“Up.” He shimmies a throw pillow under my hips, giving him better access, then dives back into devouring my pussy.

“God, Nash. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.” I fist his hair and ride his face like a dog in heat.

Another orgasm curls inside me and I try to hold it back, not wanting this feeling to end. He rests his free hand on my lower stomach and pushes down, and I feel myself squirt all over his face as my release rips through me.

I loosen my hold on his hair and bring a hand to my mouth to muffle my cries as he continues to lick and finger me. When I think my orgasm is beginning to settle, he tugs at my clit again and scissors his fingers inside me, reaching that far away spot that no man—or vibrator—has ever reached before, and I’m gone.

I’m too far gone to worry if I’m waking Paisley or the entire goddamn neighborhood. One orgasm rolls into another and my toes curl into the soft carpet and my hips catapult off the couch.

Nash holds me in place and softens his beautiful, wonderful assault on my pussy as I come down from the most intense high I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I close my eyes and let my limbs fall loosely to my sides. I’m too numb to be the aggressor. Nash is going to have to pick up my legs and guide his dick inside me while I lay here and bask in orgasmic bliss.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

KENDALL

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