Page 216 of Accidental Husband
I knot my hand in his hair.
He licks me exactly how I need him. With just the right pressure. Just the right speed. Just the—
Fuck.
"Griff." For a second, I take in the sight of him between my legs. Then the reflection. The way his head moves, the way his fingers curl into my thighs, the way his shoulders tense and relax.
Then my head falls back and my eyelids flutter closed.
It's too intense.
It's too much.
It's not enough.
It's everything.
"Griff." I dig my heel into his back.
He flicks his tongue against me.
Again.
Again.
Again.
He winds me tighter and tighter and tighter.
His nails scrape my thighs.
His palms pin my legs.
His tongue works its magic.
Almost.
Almost.
There—
With the next flick of his tongue, I unwind. My world goes white, nothing but pure, blinding, bliss.
I groan his name as I come.
Then I tug at his hair. Pull him back up my body.
He leans down. Presses his lips to mine.
I kiss him hard and deep. It's strange, tasting myself on his lips. But I like it. I really fucking like it.
I tug at his t-shirt.
He breaks our kiss to toss it aside.
I motion to the mirror. "I want to watch."
"Fuck, baby." He wraps his arm around my waist. Helps me onto my knees. Shifts onto his knees.
