Page 57 of Sweet on You
I shrugged, looking down. “This is pretty typical for me. Good stamina and all.”
“How… how is that possible? I thought all men needed, like, at least a thirty-minute buffer?”
She actually looked terrified and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to jump you again. Not if you don’t want to.”
“No… I do. I really do. I’m just… shocked.”
Her bright blue eyes met mine, dilating as I knelt between her legs, placing my palms on the insides of her thighs and spreading her wider for me.
God, I missed this. The feel of a woman’s silky skin beneath my touch. The sounds of her whimpers. The sight of her skin flushing at the height of desire. I moved my fingers to her wet core and slid them over her slick center, teasing her with soft, swift strokes.
Her gasp rapidly morphed into a moan and the small of her back arched off the bed, wrinkling the blue bedsheets as I slid two fingers deep inside of her. My blood roared in my head. “You’re so wet,” I whispered, pumping my fingers in and out of her.
I couldn’t wait another second. I needed to taste her. I wanted to swallow every cry of pleasure, every pant, every moan. Bending, I flattened my tongue against her, the taste of her desire more delicious than any dessert I’ve baked in my life.
With my free hand, I dragged my fingers gently up and down her smooth thighs, each muscle jumping as my touch glided across, finally landing at the curve of her hip and grasping her hard, digging my fingers into her soft flesh.
She wriggled against my hold, whimpering. I inhaled deeply, taking in her intensely feminine scent. That fragrance was going to haunt me forever. Delicate and feminine with traces of rose and soap. It made me hungry for more.
I traced the length of her clit with my tongue, circling as I rounded her nub. She exhaled a trembled moan that made my dick so hard, it hurt. Something in me became unhinged at that sound and I dove inside of her, fucking her with my tongue. Devouring every whimpering moan, clutching at her outspread legs as she exploded around my tongue, her muscles contracting and tightening around me as I lapped up every second of her delicious orgasm.
She sighed and stretched her arms overhead and I climbed up toward her, falling onto my elbow next to her and tracing the curve from her ribs to the swell of her breast with my fingertip.
She rolled over, looking up at me, her sky blue eyes a beacon of light in an otherwise dark room. “That was incredible,” she whispered and flattened her palm to my chest before leaning forward and slanting her lips over mine.
I cupped her jaw, pulling that kiss deeper and clutching her mouth to mine. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of those lips.
But our moment was short lived. From downstairs, a crash echoed through her house, followed by the shrill cries of a dog in pain.
