Page 67 of Before We Came

He smiles, and my heart somersaults.

“Oh, yeah?” He looks down and strokes the pad of his thumb up and down my clit with a feather touch. “Like this?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine.

The second he touches me, in the exact spot I’ve wanted it for weeks, the coils inside me tighten, and I squirm, trying to grind into his touch.

“More,” I plead.

“Look at how starved you are for me.” He tips his head back, cocksure, and smirks at my fidgeting like he’s enjoying my torture.

When he slides a finger inside, it only increases my desperation. “More, Lonan.”

“So wet,” he approves, adding another finger.

I squeeze my eyes shut at the relief that rushes to my sex, and my mouth drops open.

Finally.

He grasps the nape of my neck and tugs me toward him, exploring my mouth with his tongue while he does the same between my legs with his other hand. It’s almost too much. My heart skips and my vision clouds. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. It’s the culmination of all the desire and emotion that’s been accumulating between us, now colliding all at once.

I refuse to come early. I’m going to extend this pleasure for as long as possible. His fingers pump into me, and the sound fills the space. His lips curl into a smile against mine, and I know he hears it too. My palms press against the cool countertop, and he removes his hold from my neck and brings it to my entrance, drawing it back up to circle the tight nub. I lean back on my elbows and rock, trying to ride his hand even harder. I catch his eyes on my breasts as I send him deeper with each movement.

“That’s it, baby.”

Observing his fingers disappear into me sends a charge up my spine, and I mumble a curse at how erotic it looks.

“You going to watch me like this when I’m fucking you too?”

A quick “Yes” is all I can muster.

He chuckles. Then drops to his knees, pulls my ass to the edge of the counter, and latches his mouth onto my clit.Holy shit.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

“Like that. Just like that, Lonan. Don’t stop,” I beg.

I push my hand through his hair and graze my nails over his scalp. He lifts his gaze to mine and there’s only adoration in his eyes. Watching him work between my legs is breathtaking. I’m close—his fingers plunging inside me, his lips locked down on every nerve in my body as he sucks. I moan his name, causing his lips pull into a smirk, and he winks at me. He actually winks, and my dropped jaw transforms into a euphoric smile at his arrogance.

When he curls his fingers to hit that spot inside, it’s game over. The tower of blocks that have been stacking inside, sway and slip. He pulls his mouth away and firmly brings a clap down on my clit. The sting vibrates through my body—I’m insatiable for him, and I clench my teeth.

“Lonan!”

When I look into his eyes, it feels like falling. My panting turns to moans as my walls grip his curved fingers as he strokes the orgasm out of me. My hips rise and he stands, pulling me against him and pressing his forehead against mine as my legs quake. He takes my mouth again. The flavor of him and my arousal mingles on my tongue. His lips lazily tease mine as he pulls his hand away, his thumb gently brushing over my still twitching clit.

“Yeah,” he says, watching me. “So fucking pretty.”

Tasting myself on his lips makes me hungry for more, like a fire being stoked from embers. It’s my turn to watch him come apart at the seams. My desire for him grows into a fever pitch, and there’s nothing I want more than to watch this incredible man shatter for me.

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I’ve never been one to come from getting a woman off, but I had to fight to keep it together. She’s luscious and sweet—visions of her riding my face flood my mind. I want to devour every inch of her.

My cock jerks when she unfastens my slacks and her fingers brush over it. The anticipation of what’s to come sends my heart racing. The number of times I’ve imagined those full, pouty lips wrapped around me is too many to count. She hops off the counter, then hurries into the living room.The hell is she doing?She steals a cushion off the couch and brings it back with her—adorable.

She tosses it down in front of me, lowering to her knees on the firm cushion and a grin pulls at the corner of her mouth. Moving my boxer briefs out of the way, she releases my length and bites her lip.

All for you, Little Bird.

Fisting my girth, she licks her lips and works me up and down. The drop of pre-cum glistens on my tip. Mouth open, her tongue draws a warm trail from my base to my crown.

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