Page 215 of Accidental Husband
Higher and higher and—
Almost.
His lips brush my clit. It's feather soft. I can barely feel it.
He does it again.
Again.
Again.
I arch my hips to meet him. That feels so fucking good, but I need more. I need everything.
He teases me again and again.
His kiss stays so fucking soft.
He brushes his lips against me again. And again. And—
There.
He brings my clit into his mouth. Sucks softly. Then harder. Harder—
Fuck.
"Griff." I tug at his hair.
He does it again.
Pleasure floods my senses.
God dammit, his soft, wet mouth is intense. It's too much. And not enough. And everything.
It's the only way to describe him.
He's everything.
"Please." I rake my nails over his shoulder until he groans against me. I need that. His reaction. His need. His lust. "Make me come, Griff."
"Fuck." He nips at my inner thigh. His eyes meet mine for a second. They fill with deep, pure need.
Then he brings his mouth to me.
His fingers curl into my thighs. He pins me to the bed as he licks me up and down.
He takes his sweet, sweet time teasing me with the soft brush of his lips or quick flicks of his tongue or the gentle scrape of his teeth.
He teases me until I'm panting.
Then he flicks his tongue against my clit.
He moves higher, higher, there—
"Griff." I tug at his hair. "Don't stop."
His nails scrape my inner thighs. Not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough to remind me I'm his.
It's too fucking sexy. It's wrong. It's evil. It's everything.
