Page 88 of A Million Times, Yes
“You’re about to throw me over your shoulder and carry me to your bedroom, aren’t you?”
I smirked. “How did you know?”
“Because you’re looking at me like I’m a hockey net.”
“A net.” I chuckled. “I fucking love that you’re using hockey terms now”—I lifted her in my arms and walked over to the couch—“and I appreciate that you understand how sexy I find that image.” She laughed as I set her on the center cushion. “My bedroom is just too far away.”
“You can’t wait that long to have me?”
When I had her seated, I knelt on the floor between her legs and began to remove her clothes. “Can I wait that long to lick your pussy? No.”
She was covered in too many layers, and I tore them off, flinging each piece behind me to have access to more of her skin. And when she was left in just her bra and panties, those came off too.
While I spread her legs over the leather, I leaned back a few inches to take her in. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
She turned her face as though she was shy. “Stop.”
“You probably think I look at your naked body and the obvious spots are my favorite—which they are, but I have others.” I reached up her stomach and traced her collarbone, the light touch of my fingertips causing goose bumps to rise over her skin. “Like right here.” That line under her throat was gorgeous. It reminded me of a speed bump, forcing me to slow so I could appreciate the beauty of her face. “And here.” I lowered to her hip, dragging my fingers across it and down until I was on the center of her thigh, kissing the milkiness of her flesh. “And here.”
“I’ll never get over the way you look at me.” She dove her fingers through my hair. “It’s as if you haven’t seen every inch of me. Multiple times. Like every time is the first time.” Her fingers stilled. “I love that about you.”
“That’s because I’m obsessed with you. You’re fucking perfect.” I bent her knee, setting her toes on the end of the seat, and rubbed my cheek on the inside of her thigh. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d shaved, so my whiskers were at a length that would scrape her. I did it gently, just enough to awaken her skin, going even softer as I got closer to her pussy, stopping when I reached it.
“How can that feel as good as it does?” Each inhale was a moan, every exhale matched it.
As I positioned my nose against the top of her pussy, I locked eyes with her.
I wanted her to see the way she affected me. The way I inhaled her. The way her scent made me fucking wild.
And it did.
The second the green apple and lime hit me, I could no longer control myself.
I needed to taste her.
My tongue, starting at the bottom, pointed into a tip, and landed. Once it left to move higher, my fingers began to play, one even wiggling its way into her.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
I licked up until I reached her clit and stayed there while my nose pressed down on her. I only pulled back to say, “How do you taste even better than you smell?” before I returned to the same spot.
“Fuck.” That one word seemed to last forever as she sang it into the air. “You have no idea how incredible this feels.”
I did.
Because giving her pleasure was just as satisfying to me.
And shit, I’d missed her, there was no fucking question about that. But I hadn’t realized how much I missed this.
Or how much I needed it.
Not just her flavor on my tongue. But to watch her fall apart from the simple swipe of it, like she was doing now.
“Jordan! Yes!”
I knew the combination it would take—a light sucking at the very top, followed by a flicking of pressure, back and forth, and my finger arching toward her G-spot.
So when her stomach began to shudder, her shouts filling my ears, I wasn’t surprised it had happened so quickly.
