Page 119 of Three Pucking Words
I try to squirm under him to press my legs together with no luck. His body is still there, stretching out my hips and grinding against me like the morning in his bedroom.
“Will Gemma wake—”
“She’ll be out cold until morning,” he reassures, trailing his lips down the valley between my breasts until he makes a path of peppered kisses to my belly button.
When I realize what he’s doing, I stop him as his teeth nip at my abdomen. “Are you…?” My breathing becomes haphazard as his mischievous eyes peer up at me through his lashes. “You already did that.”
The blue in his eyes darken. “I said I was going to do it again. I need you soaking for me, Honor. I want to slip inside you and feel you drown my cock.”
Watching his mouth go back to the spot that still feels overstimulated feels more intimate than anything I’ve done before, which seems ridiculous. But the way he takes me in, the way his hands roam up my thighs and squeeze and knead the flesh, feels out of this world knowing what’s coming next.
And when his lips close around my clit again, I can’t help but mewl out, “Oh my God.”
My hips arch and my thighs clench around him as his mouth works itself over me with the kind of skill I don’t know whether to be grateful or jealous over.
My hands thread through his hair as his lips coast over the bundle of nerves that feel way too sensitive after my first orgasm. Usually, it takes a long time for me to be able to get to a point where I think I can come, but this—
“Bodhi,” I gasp, seeing stars dot my eyes as his tongue and lips and teeth work me closer and closer until I can’t take it any longer.
The explosion within me happens instantaneously, sending thousands of prickly heated sensations throughout my body as Isuck in a breath and ride out the wave as he holds onto my hips and rides it with me.
I don’t know how long my body stays sated and blissfully numb for, but it seems like forever. It isn’t until Bodhi rises above me with a cocky grin on his face that I come back to reality.
Despite the lick of exhaustion thrumming through my body at the second orgasm of the night, I want this man badly. My fingers tug at his jeans until they and his boxer briefs are stuck halfway down his massive thighs, and he has to help me get them off.
Then there’s nothing.
No barrier.
No clothes.
Just skin.
Only skin.
I stare down at him in awe and hesitantly reach out to wrap my fingers around his hard, long length. It twitches in my hold, and Bodhi’s forehead drops into the crevice of my neck as he cusses against the damp skin of my throat.
“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper, stroking him from his base to his tip and feeling something wet greet my palm.
He shakes his head and grabs ahold of my wrist. “You need to stop before I come.”
I grin when he meets my eyes. “Isn’t that the end game?”
His eyes flash. “Trust me, it is.”
I gasp when he hooks an arm around me and flips us over so I’m straddling his lap. I don’t know how he managed to sit up, but my knees are perched on either side of him, digging into the hard floor that the carpet doesn’t do much to soften. Feeling him press against me helps me forget the nip of pain that will probably leave bruises on both my knees tomorrow.
His tongue brushes over my nipples before his teeth grab ahold of it and tug. When he releases it, there’s an impish grin on his face that makes him look dangerous and sexy. “But I plan on being buried deep inside of you when I come, with these perfect tits in my face.”
I swallow, feeling a little uneasy. “I’m not used to being on top. I’ve only done—” I stop myself from admitting the truth.
Which is that Max and I have only had missionary sex. It was…nice. Boring, maybe, but still good. Or what I thought was good until Bodhi showed me what it should really feel like.
His hand comes up and caresses my face. “If you’re nervous, you don’t need to be. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now. Touched myself to the thought of you riding me hard until I come inside of you. You can’t do it wrong. It’s going to be fucking perfect.”
“More,” I whisper, lifting my hips and guiding him to my entrance. “Tell me more.”
He bites back a groan as he slides in an inch and stays still to let me adjust. “I’ve fantasized about the idea of getting your pregnant,” he rasps, making me clench around him. “Whether that’s now or ten years from now. I keep thinking about how sexy you’d look with a baby bump.”
