Page 130 of The Bachelor

“I have been for the last couple of years. You know, just in case it happened.”

“As for me, you have nothing to worry about. I’ve always been careful.” His stare deepened, reaching the furthest part of me. “The only thing I worry about is you getting pregnant, and it sounds like that’s been solved.”

“Yes.”

His grip tightened on my face. “I don’t want to use a condom, Oaklyn. I just want to feel you—your wetness, your tightness.” He paused, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. “I don’t want anything separating us.”

My eyes closed as I rested my hand over his. “I don’t want to use a condom either.”

In reply, his lips were on me, devouring my mouth, parting me with his tongue. I could feel the restraint in his movements, the slight shift of his hips, his tip pressed against me, sliding each time he reared back and forth.

But he wasn’t at my entrance.

He was at my clit.

Teasing.

Taunting.

“Yesss,” I moaned the second his mouth left me. The feel of him down there was only adding to the tingles, making me breathless.

“Your clit is so fucking wet.”

“That’s how I was all through dinner.”

“Mmm.” He looked up at me as he lowered his mouth to my chest. “That’s fucking torture, Oaklyn.”

“I know.”

He sucked on one of my nipples, causing my back to arch, his teeth forcing my hands to grip the blanket under me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “That feels …”

“You’ve felt nothing yet.”

He moved to the other side, flicking the tight bud with his tongue, grazing the end, gently biting it.

Every time he inflicted pain, I waited for it to get worse, but it only lasted the briefest of moments before he was soothing the area. Kissing. Caressing with the pad of his fingers.

His lips crawled to my stomach.

I felt the way he inhaled, not just with air, but the way he absorbed me with his lips as well, covering my ribs, my sides, my belly button, only stopping when he reached the top of my pussy.

His nose pressed against it.

And he took his time breathing me in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He was talking directly to my clit.

There was literally nothing hotter.

My legs spread wider, the top of my head nudging into the pillow, my hand going to his hair.

I didn’t just twirl his locks around my fingers.

I pulled them.

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