Page 43 of All I Desire

“Can I taste you? Please?” he rasps.

He looks extremely eager. I nod, flattening my back against the headboard.

“Spread these beautiful, long legs of yours so I can lick you nice and proper.”

My cheeks feel like they’re being blasted with flames.

“You’re blushing, cutie,” he says, touching the tip of my nose with his finger. “I can stop the dirty talk if you don’t like it.”

“I love the dirty talk,” I admit.

“Good to hear.” Gently, he takes hold of my ankles and opens my legs. He stares for a moment, then runs his tongue over his lips, grinning.

“I can’t believe I get to do this to you.”

And what he does is mind-blowing. I can’t believe he’s so good at this. I suck in a sharp breath, trying to hold my orgasm at bay. Trying not to dissolve into a puddle of oh-my-God-is-this-for-real?

This man’s so incredible that I might never want oral from any other man again in my life. His tongue is tracing not just the alphabet down there, but an entire love sonnet.

He’s the Chaucer of cunnilingus. The Vonnegut of vagina. The Orwell of oral.

“Matthew,” I cry out. The man wields his tongue like a weapon of pleasure. Dear God.

“Wet. So wet,” he mumbles against my skin, giving me a long lick. Then his fingers are in me, and his lips are on my clit, and holy smokes. I’m squirming against his mouth and grinding against his face, and it’s the filthiest, sweetest thing I’ve experienced in years. My orgasm comes easily, surprisingly so, and I ride it out. Well, I ride his face. And he seems to enjoy every second, which makes it that much better.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chant. My legs are shaking and my clit is throbbing against his mouth and oh yeah, there’s the orgasm. There’s the rollercoaster dip of pleasure that makes my muscles tighten then release. It’s so damned good. As if sparkles suddenly appear out of thin air.

I moan and slide down the headboard to a flat position, boneless. “Wow, wow, wow.”

He sits up, his erection throbbing against his zipper.

Still shaky, I reach for his belt buckle. “That’s a triumphant smile if I ever saw one.”

“I feel like I’ve unlocked an achievement level.”

Oh, he has.

I manage to undo his buckle and get his jeans unzipped halfway —it’s difficult when his hard cock is jutting into the fabric — and I let him take over. Hazy with desire, I flop back against the pillow so I can watch him take off his pants.

When his erection bounces free, I open my eyes all the way. “Whoa.”

He looks up, into my eyes. “Whoa?”

“Yeah. You’re…big.” I swallow.

A small grin lifts the corners of his mouth and he leans in to kiss me, his giant cock brushing against my stomach. “Is this a bad thing?”

“No. But…” I turn my head to the nightstand, giggling. “I bought condoms and I’m not sure they’ll fit.”

He leans over and slides the drawer open. “Flattery will get you everywhere. What have we here? Hmm.”

I’m focused on his cock and reach around to squeeze his butt while he’s looking in my nightstand.

“All sorts of goodies here. Vibrator. Dildo. Lube. Condoms.”

“Oh. Yeah. That’s my self-pleasure drawer. Don’t be threatened or anything.”

He leans to kiss me. “Why would I be threatened?”

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