Page 77 of Beat around the Bush
She reached up, setting her delicate hands on my cheeks and tugging my face down. “Look at me.”
I did. I looked down, right into those green eyes full of strength and beauty and perseverance.
“I’m okay, Lennon. I’m not hurt.” She grabbed my hands, sliding them to her neck, then down her chest, to her waist. “I’m not scared.” Her eyes held mine, all the fear in them from when I found her in the ambulance gone. “I’m okay,” she repeated.
I didn’t spare a second after the word passed her lips. I bent, taking her mouth with mine, kissing her with a need I didn’t know I could possess. It was like my entire body was screaming to feel her, to know she was safe, unharmed, and mine.
My feet moved until her back hit the wall of my front entry, my hands tangling in her hair, angling her head up to mine. My lungs strained for a deep breath, but I didn’t need oxygen,not right now. I needed Oakley’s mouth on mine, her body connected to me.
Her hands were in my hair, my hat falling to the ground behind me; they were on my neck, scratching at my skin like she couldn’t get me close enough.Icouldn’t get close enough.
I reached down between us, my hand skimming her shirt across her stomach as I undid her jeans, slipping my hand into her panties. She gasped, the sound nearly bringing me to my knees.
I fucking loved when she did that.
My middle and index finger stroked circles on her clit, then moved to slide inside her, her knees buckling as I filled her tight pussy. Using my body to keep her up, my fingers moved in and out of her slowly. I didn’t want her to come on my fingers. Not yet.
“Think you can keep yourself up?” I murmured against her lips.
She nodded, and I moved my other hand from her hair. Keeping my fingers inside of her, I lowered myself to my knees, pulling her jeans down to her ankles with my other hand. She stepped out of them one foot at a time, and I moved them to the side. Then I brought my mouth to her inner thigh, leaving soft kisses on her skin as I kept my fingers deep inside her, moving them slowly, not curling them yet.
Her hands found my hair as her stomach twitched with every kiss I landed on her sensitive skin. “Tell me what you want,baby,” I murmured against her skin, gazing up at her from where I knelt before her.
“Your mouth,” she whispered.
“What was that?” I asked, wanting to hear her demands louder.
“I want your mouth,” she repeated, this time with more force behind her words.
“Good girl. Where do you want it?”
She huffed, like she didn’t want to wait any longer.
Say the words and I’ll do it.
“Between my legs,” she instructed.
I hovered my mouth above her clit, my breath warm on her skin.
“Doing what?” I asked, keeping my eyes on hers. I was at her mercy and there wasn’t anywhere else on this planet I wanted to be than kneeling before her, about to devour her.
She was staring down at me like lust had taken over completely, her eyes glazed over. “Suck on my clit, Lennon.”
I smirked and wasted no time obeying. My lips closed over the bundle of nerves, sucking it into my mouth, working it as she threw her head back against the wall. Her fingers scraped at my scalp, the burn a welcome feeling as I curled my fingers inside her, finding that perfect spot.
She moaned, her knees bending slightly. My other hand reached up to flatten against her stomach, keeping her upright against the wall as I knew her orgasm was building.
I quickened the pace of my fingers inside of her as my tongue flicked her clit, and without warning, she was screaming, her pussy completely seated against my face as she tensed against the wall, her walls pulsing around my fingers.
I groaned against her and I knew in that moment there was nothing more attractive than getting the pleasure of making Oakley come. I was the one making her unravel, causing ripples of pleasure to coarse through her. It was easily my favorite activity.
As she came down from her orgasm, she slumped against the wall, her breath evening out. Sliding my fingers out of her, I slipped her panties back on her, leaving her jeans on the floor, then stood, my hands gliding up her body as I went.
Pressing my lips to her forehead, I grabbed her hand, then pulled her down the hallway to my bedroom.
“Are you hungry?” I asked her after flicking the light on.
“Kind of,” she admitted, her cheeks still flushed.
