Page 71 of Vital Blindside

He blows a breath against the skin below my belly button before leaning back on his knees and slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Scarlett. Tell me what you like.”

I shake my head furiously. “Anything. I just need you to touch me.”

He yanks on my pants, and I lift my hips to help him free me of them. Once they’re gone, I’m left in only a thin black thong. It’s plain, boring, and not the least bit sexy, but from the way Adam’s staring at them, looking like he wants to tear them to shreds, I start to think that maybe he doesn’t care what they look like.

I inhale sharply when he brings the tip of his finger to the damp spot between my legs and ever so softly brushes a line from bottom to top.

“Shit,” I hiss, fighting to keep my legs from closing and rubbing together to soothe this new ache.

“Your panties are soaked, baby,” he says in awe.

“Good catch, Captain Obvious,” I mutter.

He chuckles lowly before hooking two fingers under the side of the fabric and moving it to the side, finally exposing me. I shiver when the cold air hits my wet skin.

“Christ,” he groans, leaning between my legs and pressing a light kiss to the tuft of red hair I keep trimmed above my pussy. “You’re beautiful here too.”

My eyes roll back when he slides down to his stomach on the mattress and uses two fingers to spread me open for him. He drags his tongue flat up my centre, from bottom to top, before drawing slow, teasing circles around my swollen, aching clit and closing his mouth around it, sucking once.

I whimper, fisting the mattress. Adam makes a pained sound and smooths a hand over my calf before throwing it over his shoulder. He pushes impossibly closer to my pussy and, for lack of a better word, completely ravishes me.

It’s been years since a man touched me like this, and even then, it was never anything like this. This feeling of passion and raw need is completely new to me, but as I fist the sheets on either side of me and clench my leg tighter around Adam’s head, I let myself fall completely into it.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growls against my wet flesh.

When a finger slips inside of me, I cry out at the intrusion, in both surprise and relief. “Yes,” I gasp.

“You like that?” he asks. When I nod anxiously, another finger joins the first. “What about that? More?”

“More.”

A third finger slides inside, and when Adam curls them to stroke the soft spot inside of me, I turn my head to the side and bite down on my lip. My thighs quiver, tightening to the point of pain.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax and focus on how good it feels.”

He laps at me like a starving man, alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth until I’m begging for the climax I can feel building and building inside of me.

“Back up,” I beg him when a twirling sensation sparks between my legs. My fingers curl around the bedding tight enough the tips throb.

When he only speeds up his movements and focuses on the beckoning motion of his fingers against my G-spot, I try to move back and away. He looks at me through his eyelashes and shakes his head once before placing his free hand flat on my stomach and holding me in place.

It’s only when a high-pitched moan escapes me that he delivers one final lash to my clit and pulls his face from my pussy. As my climax slams into me, my vision darkens, and I reach for him, digging my nails into his arm.

“Fuck yes. You’re doing so good. Let me have it,” Adam groans, continuing to stroke my walls even as liquid soaks into the towel beneath us and possibly even wetting him.

My eyes are squeezed shut as my orgasm slowly dies.

“You’re amazing, Scarlett,” Adam rumbles, placing soft kisses all over my thighs and hips.

The words are enough to have me opening my eyes. I find him looking up at me with a bold hunger. There’s a wet spot on his boxers, but I don’t think that’s from me.

“We’re not done, are we?” I ask on a breath. The thought alone has my gut sinking. I’m far from ready to be done.

“No, Scar. Not until I wring another orgasm from you and feel the way you quiver and scream for me when my cock is inside you.”

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