Page 36 of Thoroughly Innocent Intent

“Is that…I mean…” Her stuttering is drowned out by the moan of pleasure she gives me when I stroke her clit.

“You like what my fingers are doing?” She rewards me with a tiny whimper. “If you like the way this feels you’ll love having my tongue on you.”

“Your tongue?” She gasps as I kneel between her legs and use my fingers to spread her open, revealing the plump pink bud I’ve been teasing. Damn, even her clit is beautiful, all swollen and pulsing with need. “Oh god,” she moans as the cool air reaches her. “You’re doing that here?” She looks around frantically.

“We are in the kitchen,” I drawl.

“But it’s so bright.” She misses my joke. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in the bedroom?” She tries to scoot back, but my hands on her hips hold her firmly in place, spread wide for me to admire.

“I can see you better here,” I rumble. She chews on her lip, still perched stiffly on her elbows. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes.” She holds her breath.

“Why?” I gently trace my finger through her slick folds.

“Ooh,” she moans softly. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Good thing I do. I’ll take care of you.” I find her eyes over the rise of her hips and hold her gaze to reassure her.

“That’s not what I mean.” She gives a curt shake of her head. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“How could I be disappointed?”

“Well, since I’ve never…what if I can’t? Then you’d do a lot of work for nothing.” Her chest heaves amid her protests, caught between uncertainty and desire.

“Sam, the way your body reacts just being near me, I don’t think we’ll have any problems. Besides, eating you out isn’t work honey. It’s pleasure for both of us.” I stroke my fingertips along her thighs, hoping my touch calms her.

“Both of us? You mean… you like this?”

“I love this. Your pussy is so pink, plump, and wet.” She arches into me as I rub a finger over her clit. “It’s making me so hard. It'll be harder after I taste you.”

“You will?” Those gray eyes grow wide.

“Oh yeah, I will.” I lower my head to the sweetness between her legs. “Now lie back and relax. Let me taste you. We’ll both enjoy it, and if you don’t come then I’ll just have to find other ways to pleasure you until you do.”

Samantha

Idon’trecognizethesound that comes out of my throat when Colt’s mouth connects with my clit. It’s guttural, almost primal, and if I was in my right mind, I’d probably be embarrassed, but I’m clearly not. I don’t even recognize myself, spread out on his kitchen counter like a centerpiece, though I’m too consumed by pleasure to care.

His touch is gentle, sweet despite the lewdness of what he’s doing. His fingers spread me wide, his tongue just barely brushes over me, sometimes flicking back and forth, other times swirling around. The pleasure is indescribable, the ache somehow satisfied and building at the same time.

Colt’s lips close over me, sucking me gently into his mouth, pulling another carnal moan from my throat.

On some level I expected this, wanted it even, because I knew Colt’s touch would feel better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I never imagined it could be like this. That my body could feel weightless, almost like it’s floating, despite being pinned to the counter. Or that my pleasure could hover so close to the surface without spilling over, leaving me content to linger in this blissful state that’s almost better than the release itself.

I have no concept of time, nor of decorum. In fact, I have no cares at all. The only thing that registers is the feel of Colt’s mouth as he licks and sucks at my center, which as he said, seems to bring just as much pleasure to him as it does me.

My gaze travels down my body to see Colt’s head nestled between my spread legs. His gaze is cast down, looking at my most intimate place, a peaceful, almost content expression on his face. His eyes flutter closed as he sucks me into his mouth, and a soft little whimper escapes my lips.

I swear a ghost of a smile drifts across his mouth, but that’s not what draws my attention. It’s the way his body is moving between my legs.

“Are you…I mean…” My brain can’t seem to form words, but evidently my eyes speak for me.

“I couldn’t help myself.” His body gives a small little lurch. “You taste so good, you’re making my cock way too hard to stay covered.”

My desire spikes with his words. I’ve never seen a man’s penis before, not in person anyway, and I’m suddenly very curious.

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