Page 255 of Breaking the Rules
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His sandy hair.
His strong hands.
His soft tongue.
Fuck, he's so good at this.
His grip on my thighs softens.
I relax into the bed.
Bring my hand to his hair.
Guide him into place.
He moves with me.
He's listening to me.
I'm safe.
I trust him.
I…
Fuck.
"Hunter."
He groans into my skin.
It pushes those thoughts back to the corner of my mind.
I try to push them further.
But it doesn't work.
Deep breath.
Slow exhale.
I just… we just…
I'm almost there.
I focus on the feeling of his soft, wet tongue.
The tension in my sex.
The pang in my nipples.
He winds me tighter and tighter.
Almost.
Almost.
There.
