Page 10 of Some Like It Fox

He makes ahmmmingsound in confirmation while his lips press gentle kisses and sucks along my neck. “In desert plants, it prevents loss of water in dry conditions.” His voice is low and rumbly, his breath tickling my skin.

I shiver.

Finally, his fingers brush against the bare flesh between my legs.

He groans. “You’re so wet.” His voice is reverent as he carefully learns the contours of my body with the tips of his fingers, his eyes on my face monitoring every reaction, repeating certain movements when my response is more animated.

No one has ever paid so much attention to every hitch in my breath, every movement, every whimper and moan.

The arousal intensifies and I rock my hips, seeking more.

He immediately shifts his hand so the base of his palm rubs against my sweetest spot, while one of his thick fingers slides into me.

“Yes.” The word is barely intelligible.

He leans in closer to kiss my neck, making a trail down to my shoulder.

I groan and my head falls back, allowing him greater access.

The press of his mouth combined with the slight abrasion of his calloused fingers, his palm rubbing between my legs, send me into sensation overload.

The tension in my body twists tighter and tighter and I can’t hold it back.

A brilliant flare of pleasure crashes over me, nearly unbearable as it cascades again and again, my whole body contracting and then releasing me into a state of drowsiness.

Time becomes hazy, and when I eventually return to the world of the living, I’m tucked into Atticus’s side.

His fingers rub a strand of my hair, a gentle tug on my scalp.

My limbs are languid from release. I’m half asleep. It’s been a long day and a longer week. I could dive into oblivion.

His deep voice rumbles against me. “One more. I want to taste.” He shifts, sliding downward.

Aaaand I’m awake.

Holy shit.

Atticus came to win today.

He tugs down my clothes the rest of the way, tossing all of it to the floor, and then his broad shoulders wedge between my legs and...oh.

Oh my.

Piece by piece, he pulls me apart once more, one touch at a time, with every flick of his tongue and brush of his lips.

The world fades away and all that exists is his mouth and the receding pleasure ratcheting up again, filling every cell in my body, bit by bit.

He increases the tempo, adding his finger to the mix, moving faster and deeper, his tongue twisting around and around and then another finger joins the first.

A garbled scream escapes through my lips. My body arches, drawn as taut as a bowstring, and then I burst, stars exploding behind my eyes as the second massive orgasm blasts through me.

My body is wrung out. Completely spent. I blink drowsily down at Atticus, his head still between my legs while he sweeps gentle kisses against my inner thigh.

It’s sweet. Sweet and dirty, my favorite combination. The image grows blurry as my eyes droop shut, pulled down by heavy weights.

I should have slept more this past week.

Slumber overtakes me and pulls me into a dark, dreamless embrace.

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