Page 83 of Twisted Truths
Nash kisses me deep and slow, massaging my tongue with his. He wraps one hand in my hair, holding me to him, while the other trails a path over my cheek, down my jaw, and over my shoulder to push down the strap of my tank top.
His fingers find my nipple through the light material, tracing an illicit path around the sensitive bud. He pinches lightly, and I gasp into his mouth as it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
I’m breathing hard, my eyes closed as his lips follow the same path and his fingers move lower. They breach my sweatpants at the same time his warm mouth latches on to my breast. I arch into his touch as he rubs my clit through my panties, eliciting the most incredible euphoria through my quivering body.
Oh my god.
Nothing has ever felt as good as his touch.
The sounds escaping my parted lips should embarrass me. Instead, I’m craving more.
Nash kisses his way down my stomach until he’s settled between my legs, then rests back on his knees, looking down at me, his pupils dilated as he continues his ministrations on my clit.
Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he says, “I really need to taste you, Hadley.”
The way his voice comes out all gravelly has my heart almost combusting. My cheeks heat at the thought of what he’s about to do to me, and the intimacy of it, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
“Please,” I whisper.
My body protests when he removes his hand, but then he’s slipping my pants off and I’m shivering in anticipation. He kisses my knee before trailing his lips up the inside of my thigh, stopping just before my apex. My legs part willingly for him, and I shudder an exhale as he moves to my other knee, giving it the same treatment.
This time he doesn’t stop, and a soft gasp escapes me when his tongue swipes through my folds. He groans, the sound vibrating through me, adding to the overwhelming sensation which has my eyes rolling back in my head.
I arch into him, moaning as he circles my clit with teasing flicks and swirls.
His hands slide beneath me, squeezing my arse and using the grip as leverage to bring me closer to his mouth. My hips rock, seeking friction as my stomach swoops in pleasure. Nash doesn’t stop, devouring me like a man starved, and I drop my hands to his head, twisting my fingers into his curls as his tongue spears my entrance. It feels so good; I can’t stop the sinful sounds falling from my lips.
“Oh god, Nash,” I cry out as his thumb presses down on my clit and he slides a finger deep inside me.
The intensity of my release shocks me as I shudder and writhe beneath him, grinding myself unashamedly against his mouth as he continues to lick, flick, and suck, his finger driving into me over and over again as I cry out nonsensical sounds.
“I … Oh, my … Yes … Don’t … stop … please … Yes … I … Mmm, yes…”
I haven’t even come down from the initial high when Nash grazes his teeth over my clit, and my hips buck off his bed as a second orgasm shoots through me like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
My thighs are completely soaked, and the indecent sounds coming from between my legs have me blushing, but Nash isn’t finished with me.
He bands his arm over my waist, keeping me pressed to the bed as he slides a second finger inside me. The stretch burns slightly, but the ministrations of his tongue flicking at my clit and his warm breath on my over-sensitive pussy soothe the sting.
I’m panting, completely breathless from the multiple orgasms this man is drawing from me. My heart is racing so fast, I fear I may pass out.
With a leisurely lick of my soaking folds, Nash glances up at me as he continues to stroke my insides with his fingers.
“How are you doing there, little possum?” he murmurs, pressing tiny, tender kisses to the top of my thighs.
I moan, my tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip as my eyes flutter closed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I draw the word out as the next surge of pleasure crests over me. “Please, don’t … Mmm … Please don’t stop.”
He chuckles as he kisses his way up my stomach. My wallsclench around his fingers when he reaches my mouth, kissing me deeply, allowing me to taste myself. The act is obscene, but it turns me on more than I expected.
Nash curls his fingers and sets off another wave of pleasure, and I wonder if anyone has ever passed out from too many orgasms. My entire body is a livewire. The smallest caress will set me alight.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my lips, nuzzling my nose with his.
I whimper his name, finally gaining the courage to reach down and cup his straining erection through his sweats. My heart beats double time as he lets out a hum of pleasure, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.
