Page 40 of Spur of the Moment
“You tell me when you’re going to come, Lettie.” His slight stubble blissfully scratched against my thighs as he spoke.
I managed a nod as his fingers pumped in and out of me, his mouth closing back over my clit. He added a third finger, and the fullness of them inside me caused pressure to build low in my belly. His tongue lapped at my clit hungrily, sending sparks to my vision.
“Bailey,” I breathed.
“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice vibrated through my center and I closed my eyes, my head arched back against the wall. He could call me anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.
“Now.” I managed to get out. He moved his tongue down to my opening as hisfingers worked me.
“That’s my good girl.” His voice was all I needed to send me over the edge.
I exploded, stars erupting in my vision as I tried to quiet my scream, gasping at the orgasm that rippled through my entire body. He kept fingering me, his rhythm never slowing as I clenched around him. My hands fisted in his hair, keeping his head between my legs as I came down off my high. As I relaxed against him, he slowly removed his fingers, his tongue licking me clean.
Slowly, he set me back on my feet, then stood up, his hand trailing up my body to land on my neck, his fingers closing around it, but adding no pressure.
“Open,” he commanded.
I parted my lips and he slipped one of his fingers that had been inside me in my mouth. I closed my lips around the digit, sucking on it. My tongue swirled his finger, licking it clean the same way he did between my legs. He groaned as he watched my mouth work his finger. Just that simple action had me getting wet again.
He slowly pulled it out of my mouth, causing a popping noise to sound when it was freed.
“The next time you feel like running, Lettie, think of my tongue between your legs, lavishing up every last drop of you. You may hate how everyone cares about you, but I know for a fact you didn’t hate how I just made you feel.”
I nodded, at a loss for words.
“Now we’re going to go to bed together and sleep, and you’re not going to overthink what just happened. Got it?”
I nodded again. I was in complete awe of what had just transpired between us and the man Bailey became when he got a hold of me.
“Oh, and Lettie?”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t hold back those screams. I want to hear my name on those lips the next time I make you come on my tongue, and the same goes for my cock. Because mark my words, Lettie Bronson, I will be inside that sweet pussy of yours. Got it?”
I gulped audibly, my core heating all over again as he released my neck. Bailey could make me fall to my knees with just a few words.
I felt bad for every woman that’s never had a cowboy between her legs. They were a different breed when they were hungry.
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“Come on,” I said, still tasting her on my tongue.
Folding my hand around hers, I led her over to the bed and pulled back the covers. She got in and I brought the covers up over her, then came around to the other side and laid beside her on my back, staring at the ceiling.
I’d wanted to hear her unravel, and while I’d felt every twitch along with the tightening of her core, my name on her lips was the best part of the entire moment. I’d dreamt of my name coming from those pink lips on a moan too many times to count.
I was determined to hear it again.
There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm when I’d told her I’d be inside her. Knowing I made her come undone with just my mouthmade my cock twitch under the blankets. It was so fucking hard not to roll over right now and take what was mine.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
“We just laid down.”
She was quiet a minute, the darkness swallowing up the space around us. “Can we turn the TV on?”
