Page 110 of The Holiday Fakers
He pumps it in and out, his breath ragged. “You’re so tight. Fuck, Piper.”
His finger is so thick, and I’m squeezing so hard, chasing my orgasm, but then he pulls out.
I gaze up at him helplessly, silently pleading with him to continue.
He shakes his head. “You’re not coming this way,” he murmurs, then slowly licks the length of his finger, his eyelids closing briefly.
Mesmerized by the sight of his tongue, pleasure winds tighter and tighter inside me.
“Please, Brody,” I beg.
He sinks to his knees, water raining down on his back, then taps my inner ankles, urging me to widen my stance. Now that I know what’s coming, my heart races even faster.
He’s staring so intently at my pussy as he parts my folds. “So pretty,” he says, then looks up at me, imprisoning me in his gaze.
My breath catches, and time seems to freeze. Then he leans forward, his dark eyes still holding mine, and places a soft kiss right on my clit.
Pleasure shoots through me like lightning, making my hips buck.
“Oh, my?—”
“Eyes on me, Piper,” he growls, holding me in place as I shake.
He’s like a wolf, ready to pounce as I draw in shuddering breaths. It’s so hard to look at him. I’ve never known this level of arousal before, and I’m not sure I can survive it.
But I can’t stop my gaze from being drawn to the sight of him between my legs, the feel of his breath ghosting over my clit.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, then licks the full length of my slit.
“Fuuuuckkkkkk!”
I brace my hands against the shower wall, my orgasm forming at the edges of my being like a great wave I can only watch helplessly as it bears down on me.
Brody’s magic tongue swirls around my clit, winding me up to the point of no return. I’m so sensitive right now, so swollen.
He ups the pace and stars dance behind my eyes. My hands tingle, electricity sparking across my skin as my breath quickens.
“Brody! I’m, oh my god, I’m gonna?—”
He thrums the tip of his tongue against my clit, and the orgasm crashes through me, obliterating everything intobrilliant light. Pleasure pounds through me in waves, and I grab Brody’s head for support. He growls into my pussy, sucking my clit and rockets me into a second orgasm.
I’m gasping, crying his name, gripping handfuls of his hair as the sensations roll through me over and over.
My legs give out beneath me, and I fall forward.
Brody catches me, drawing me onto his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. He kisses me, holding me tightly to him, as the water falls around us like warm rain.
I’m still shaking, but I need his mouth on mine, my tongue speaking without words, tangling with his as I pour out my love for him.
We’re both out of breath, kissing with a desperate urgency, like it’s the end of the world. Everything in me is alive, shimmering with energy. I’ve never known anything like it before, and it almost scares me. But in Brody’s strong arms, I feel held. Protected.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead on his, my body heavy. “Now you.”
He huffs a small laugh. “Already did.”
“Huh?” I raise my head from his, confused. His smile is so sexy, an involuntary shiver runs through me.
“When you came, I did too.”
