Page 63 of Release Me
My core clenches. I’ve never done that before—obviously, given I’ve never had oral before him, but this feels... carnal… more depraved or something. Hot as fuck, but there’s a prudishness that’s holding me back.
‘Sit. On. My. Face. Sweetheart.’ He punctuates every word, beckoning me closer with his index finger. ‘I want to lick every single one of your tight little holes.’
Fuck. My lingerie is destroyed. Again. I lower myself to straddle his waist. His enormous erection digs into my backside, and fuck, now there’s a thought… another thing I’ve never tried before, but I would try anything this man suggested because never in my life have I wanted anyone as much as I want him.
‘Higher,’ he commands, beckoning me again with his finger. ‘I’ve been dreaming about having my mouth on you again since I took it off you the last time.’
I shuffle upwards, feeling the hard planes of his chest between my thighs. It’s almost enough to get me off alone. I hover, hesitating an inch below his chin.
‘Pull your panties to the side and let me lick your pretty clit.’
‘Your filthy mouth might just be the undoing of me.’ Ireach for the lace between my legs and pull it to the side. His eyes drop, desire swimming in his dark irises.
‘I could look at you all damn day,’ he hisses.
‘The feeling is mutual.’ I turn my head, eyeing the bulge at his crotch. ‘But I need to taste you.’
‘Turn around,’ he demands, placing his hands on my hips and guiding me. I follow his lead, trying to forget the fact that my ass is right in his face. I reach for the buckle on his belt, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning as I free his long, thick hard length and fuck me… maybe I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
He is actually enormous.
Before I have time to worry about it, he lifts my hips and guides me back onto his face. His hot mouth melds to my clit, and I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock to stop myself crying out.
He moans against my sex as I take him deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft, then savouring the precum he rewards me with. His tongue slides expertly over my slit, and I moan around his cock.
Pleasuring him while he’s pleasuring me is fucking transcendent. Worryingly, I’m going to need more.
His tongue drifts backwards—to somewhere no one has ever gone before. I freeze, rigid, unsure what to expect, but the sensation is utterly fucking sublime. Heat suffuses my skin, scorching me from the inside out. The fact we’re on the floor of his parents’ library and anyone could walk in only adds to the excitement. My clit pulses greedily. I’m so close. He sinks two fingers deep into my core while his tongue continues to explore elsewhere.
Fuck it’s so dirty. It’s so fucking delicious.
I reach between his legs and massage his balls with my hands, licking and sucking until his hips jerk and hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow and swallow andswallow, devouring every drop of him. His moan reverberates between my legs as his thumb hits my clit. I’m a split second behind him, exploding on his face. My orgasm wracks my entire body, ravaging me with pure primal pleasure. My thighs shake so hard he has to hold them as the final waves of pleasure crash over me before slowly ebbing away.
His low laughter thrums against my sensitive sex. ‘Fucking hell, Remington. You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever met. Can we do that again?’
I roll off his face—there was no ladylike way to get off. Or at least if there was, I couldn’t think of it. Mind you, my brain is a muddle of post orgasm mush.
Before I can feel self-conscious, he rolls on top of me, pinning my arms to the rug above my head. ‘If you were mine, I’d do that every fucking day.’
‘As well as waking me up with your head between my legs?’ I inhale the scent of skin, dragging it deep into my lungs. ‘You’re really selling the idea to me, Mr Beckett.’
His deep laughter rumbles into my hair as he presses a kiss to my temple. ‘Good. It’s all part of my wicked plan to steal you away and keep you forever.’
We lie entwined in each other’s arms for several minutes in silence. He lifts his head from my chest to meet my eye. ‘You know, this is what we should have done the first night we met, in the De Courcy library.’
Laughter bursts from my lips. ‘Yeah, because that would have solved all our problems.’
‘Not necessarily, but I guarantee we’d be facing a different set than what we’re facing today.’
‘We’re not facing any,’ I lie. I’m facing loads. My husband’s a pompous prick, and with every day that passes I’m falling harder for his best friend.
Falling?
Fuck. No… this can’t happen.
‘I am, Rebekka.’ His dark eyes bore into mine. ‘The biggest problem being how the fuck I’m going to let you walk out of here tomorrow. How am I going to let you walk away from me? Back to him.’
I cup his chin in my hands, smoothing a thumb over his square jawline. ‘Don’t ruin tonight with thoughts of tomorrow. We both know what this is. What it can only ever be.’ There’s no hiding the sorrow in my tone, but it is what it is.
