Page 122 of When We Were Us
His eyes lock on mine, a silent command.
Holy shit.
“Yes.” I nod, frantically trying to keep my composure because this is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.
“That’s my girl.” His voice is all raw husk and desire when his tongue swipes over his bottom lip.
He runs a thick finger up over my pubic bone, then down and around the outside of my pussy. Deliberately teasing, he stays just a fraction of an inch away from where I want him. Where I need him.
“So fucking perfect, Wren. So pretty. Just like I remember.” Those last four words tear at my heart. With two fingers, he spreads me, and he dips his head, his tongue taking a tortuously slow route all the way to my clit.
I cry out his name and my eyes slam shut. My heels press into the mattress, and I dig my hands into the blankets, forcing my ass to stay on the bed and my knees wide.
He takes his time, alternating between sucking and licking. His big hands hold me open for him, pressing me down into the mattress while he devours me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. I arch up off the bed when he slowly inserts one thick finger inside me and pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking lightly. I am already so close.
He must be able to sense it because he murmurs against my clit, “Don’t you dare come yet, gorgeous.”
“Hank…I need more.” My pulse is pounding in my ears, and I can’t form a coherent thought as amind-numbing ache starts building in my core.
“Keep these pretty thighs open for me, baby.”
He rubs his stubble across my skin as his mouth pulls at my clit a little harder. It's nearly too much when he adds another thick finger and starts working both in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace.
My nipples ache so badly, and I clamp my eyes shut with a whimper. No one has ever made me feel like he does. No one has ever made me come this way, except Hank. Once. Seventeen years ago.
It doesn’t take long before I’m desperately trying to get closer, needing release.
“You gonna come for me, Wrennie Girl? I want all of it, baby. I want you dripping down my face.” The sweet endearment coupled with his filthy words whisper across my skin and I instantly explode around his fingers and on his tongue, my legs trembling and my heart racing.
Collapsing back onto the mattress with a little laugh, I grab his biceps as he moves his way up my body, kissing a trail of fire over my skin as he goes. He keeps his weight off me, leaning on his elbows, but I can feel the heavy length of him on my inner thigh as he captures my mouth in a searing kiss that has that familiar ache flaring to life again in my core. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue as he rocks his hips into mine.
“I’ve never forgotten how good you are at that,” I murmur against his neck, the slide of his cock nudging my clit as he settles between my legs. “I thought you were gonna eat me alive there for a second.”
He hums low in his throat and catches my mouth as he wraps my leg up over his hip and pushes us closer.
“With a pussy that good, baby, I could move the fuck in.”
I blush and laugh, turning my head into his neck with heat staining my cheeks. His filthy words devour me. I’ve never been with anyone so blatantly open abouthow he feels about my body. I both love it and am shocked and embarrassed by it at the same time.
“It’s been so long since I’ve done…that. I thought my head was going to explode.”
He stills and I squirm beneath him.
“Are you telling me what I think you are?” He raises up on his elbows, gazing down at me.
I wait a beat. He’s so beautiful, it makes my chest ache. He tweaks a nipple and takes my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “Was I— Werewethe last time?”
I nod, slowly.
“Not since me?” He looks incredulous. “Not even with the asshole?”
“Don’t make it weird.” I let out a nervous laugh.
His eyes turn soft. “Baby, the only thing that’s weird is how anyone could take one look at you,” he slides a thumb through my wet center, teasing a soft moan out of me as he circles my clit, “and not want to completely devour you.” He shoves two fingers inside me, hitting the perfect spot to make me arch off the bed. “Not want to fuck this sweet, little hole with their tongue, making you come so hard you see stars.”
My nails dig into his shoulders. “God, Hank,” I moan and pull his mouth down to mine. I need him inside me.
I reach between us and run my hand down his shaft, cupping his balls. He lets out a low groan and jerks in my palm.
