Page 70 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
“Then, Red, you’re going to come on my cock.” I kiss that sweet pussy again and groan. “I know you’re going to squeeze it so nice.”
“But if I…you know…now,” she says, chest heaving, those gorgeous tits of hers bouncing with the movement, “I won’t be able to…you know…again when you’re inside?—”
I blow again, loving the way she shivers. “No?”
A shake of her head. Her hair and mostly naked body are covered in flour and crumbs and fuck, maybe I should care, but I don’t.
Because she’s spread out on the counter for me like the finest three-course meal.
“Never?” I ask, flicking out my tongue, feeling her body shudder, her pelvis grind against me.
Another shake of her head, this one jerky.
“Hmm,” I murmur.
“Wh-what?”
I nip at the inside of her thigh.
“I think, Red—” A long, slow lick. “That’s a challenge accepted.”
Twenty-Four
Faye
Challenge accepted.
Who the heck could know that challenge accepted are the two sexiest words I’ve ever heard?
But I barely have the chance to open my mouth to ask what he means by that before he takes the oral sex to the next level.
The next, next level.
Before it was teasing touches and sensual kisses.
Now the man has focus.
And hell, I’ve written all about sex in my books, about lights flashing behind closed eyelids, about pleasure coiling and spiraling out of control. I’ve written a scene very much like this, albeit without the side of banana bread destruction…
And without the hero saying challenge accepted in the husky voice.
Before he unleashed tongue and teeth and?—
“Oh, God!” I gasp as he does something completely unholy—and glorious—to my clit.
“Not God,” he murmurs against me. “Gray.”
Then he waits, mouth poised over me, breath coming in gusts that tease.
I’m trembling, pussy wet and throbbing, aching, empty, so it takes a minute for me to recognize what he’s saying.
What he wants.
“Gray,” I murmur and for once, I don’t feel shy.
How can I—displayed like I am for him? Thighs over his shoulders, his big, gorgeous body between my legs, his fingers and tongue and lips working miracles?
A flick of his tongue.
