Page 99 of Attached At Heart
My grip on his arm tightened, stopping him. “Not from the hot tub.”
“Are you sure?” Blake’s brows pulled together as he looked down at me. “I think you overheated.”
“Maybe a little. But it’s not that. It’s…” My words descended into a shameless groan as I tilted my hips up until they came in contact with some part of his body. I felt so delusional with how I needed him that I didn’t even care how desperate I was acting.
“Oh, baby,” Blake sighed, finally understanding. “I can fix it. I can make it better. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“Of course,” his husky voice reassured. He peeled the towel back from my body, exposing me again. “I told you good little wives get to come, didn’t I? And you’ve beensucha good girl, Lane.”
He lowered his head, finding my neck with his mouth, and I arched back, giving him better access. Little mewling sounds leftmy lips that I didn’t recognize, but I couldn’t stop, didn’t know how to.
“I know how much it aches.” Blake’s lips trailed down my throat, skimming over my skin and making me shiver despite the fire in my veins. “I know, sweetheart. It’s so overwhelming, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what’s happening,” I gasped. “I’ve never…I’ve?—”
“It’s okay.” His lips caressed the swell of my breasts, nipping at the edge of my bra before disappearing again. “I know. I know it’s new for you.”
My brain was too addled to understand the heavy undercurrent of his words. All I wanted was for him to hurry the fuck up with whatever he was doing.
“Please.”
I felt Blake’s soft chuckle against my inner thighs and parted them further, wanting him to have better access. He grabbed my hips at the same moment, abruptly yanking me to the edge of the bed. A squeal slipped out of me and then a moan when I felt Blake’s mouth tease my inner thigh.
“Does this make you feel uncomfortable?” he breathed, lips tilted to the side because he knew the answer, and he seemedproudof it.
“No,” I confirmed, lifting my hips, anxious for more.
“Good,” he grunted. “I’m going to eat your pretty pussy now, Delaney. Been dying for it, and I think we both deserve this.God, yes.”
“Blake,” I whined because it was the only word left in my brain.
“Yeah?” His dark eyes flicked up to mine, strands of hair dangling over them. He pushed a hand through his hair getting it out of his line of sight as he waited for me to reply.
“Just…please,” I begged.
“Anything for you.”
And then Blake lowered further, grazing his tongue over my clit, and I barely swallowed a scream while Blake made a deep, throaty noise, like he was equally satisfied by just that little taste. I grabbed at his head, twisting my fingers into his hair, hoping he understood that it meant I wanted more. And he did, swiping his tongue deeper between my legs and then finding a steady pace where each stroke hit my clit perfectly each time.
“You taste sofuckinggood, baby,” he rasped before readjusting his body and adding, “God, I want to touch you, too.”
“Yes.” It was all I could say as I bucked my hips up for him. “Yes, Blake.”
Blake dragged a finger through my pussy before thrusting it inside me, and I moaned with unparalleled pleasure as he muttered to himself about how wet I was.
“Is that what my girl wants?” he checked, and when I looked down at him, his lips were screwed in a crooked smile while his eyes glowed.
“Yes. More,” I breathed, and Blake gave it to me, pulling his finger back and driving another one inside me, hitting deep at the same time he licked at my clit. And then he continued, doing that again and again until I was writhing on the bed beneath him. His pace was relentless, pushing me all the way to the edge until I was dancing on top of it and then dangling over it, so close to falling.
And then Blake murmured, “Come for me, Mrs. London,” and I lost it.
My orgasm crashed down over me, causing a cry to rip from my throat. It was relentless, taking and giving until I was slumped on the bed, feeling boneless and sated. The world blurred around me. It was only Blake and his husky murmurs as he climbed back up my body, saying things like, “I knew you’d beeven more gorgeous after you came,” and, “Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”
I’d never felt more relaxed in my entire life. More perfect. I let Blake care for me, only half-aware, my eyelids fluttering shut with a drowsiness that went beyond anything I’d experienced before. Then I curled onto my side, snuggling into the bed as a thought occurred to me.
“I thought you were going to fuck me tonight,” I muttered, even as my eyes were closed.
