Page 123 of Take My Love
“I read somethin’ the other day that had me wantin’ to try it, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be on board or not.”
“A…sexual thing?”
I nod, feel my cheeks heat and am almost too embarrassed to talk about it.
“I’m gonna almost always be on board for anythin’ with you.”
“Well…I dunno if guys actually like it or not, or if it’s only good for the woman, but it’s where I’d sit on your face while you eat me out. Sounds kinda dangerous, to be honest but…”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” he blurts, blowing out a breath. “Yeah, we’re gonna need to leave soon. Fake a sickness, break a bone, I don’t care.”
I stifle a laugh, glancing down to see the tent pitched in his black slacks.
“So you like that idea, then?”
“Are you kiddin’? If I could have you sit on my face for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I would.”
“Not that I’m complainin’, but I think you enjoy eatin’ pussy more than most men.”
At least in my experience. The guys I’ve dated got bored after five minutes, then would come up for air and ask,did you cum?
No asshole, I’m still dry.
“I enjoy it ’cause it’syourpussy.” He smirks devilishly. “Not only do you taste so fuckin’ good and smell so damn sweet, but I love how you react. You practically rip out my hair and squeeze my head with your thighs. The little whimpers you make when you’re so damn close but don’t think you can last any longer are my favorite. Then, when you’re right there and one more lick sends you over the edge, I nearly cum in my pants at how loud you moan. So yeah…I love eatin’yourpussy.”
I’m practically panting like a dog in heat by the time he finishes.
“Okay, yeah. We need to go.”
“Wait, I forgot to show you somethin’ earlier.”
He reaches into the collar of his shirt and pulls out a silver chain with the letter P hanging from it.
My mouth pops open.
“You actually got one? Already?”
“Of course. And I got it engraved with your name on the long part of the letter.”
Taking it between my fingers, I inch closer to see the tiny script letters.
“You have no idea how sexy I find this.”
I’m already picturing him naked on top of me with it hanging down between us.
Yeah, we gottaleave now.
I pull him off the dance floor and grab my clutch, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone since I’ll see them tomorrow at brunch. It’s where the immediate family gets together hungover, eats carbs, drinks mimosas and watches the bride and groom open their gifts.
“Silas.”
Warren’s voice makes us both turn, probably looking guilty as hell.
“Hey, what’s up?” Silas asks, casually covering his groin area with his hands.
“Aundrea’s here.”
“What?” Silas and I say in unison.
