My back arches right off the countertop as he sucks my clit between his lips.
He eats me like he’s starving. Slow, then fast, then slow again, tongue working magic that has got to be illegal.
I clutch his hair, holding on for dear life, moaning incoherently.
And then he hums against me, and my toes literally curl so hard I think I sprained something.
Flint groans, low and filthy. His tongue keeps doing this insane little swirl move that basically resets my central nervous system.
He looks up at me, his eyes all dark and wild. His stubble scratches my thighs, sending sparks flowing down my spine. “You taste fucking perfect,” he growls, and then he’s back at it—tongue, lips, teeth, sucking, licking. I’m pretty sure my soul momentarily leaves my body as pleasure blasts through me.
I can’t even make words anymore. Just frantic, desperate noises as my fingers dig into Flint’s hair. His answering growl vibrates through me and then… holy mother of fudge. My entire body implodes as every muscle tenses, then goes liquid, then tenses again because Flint’s tongue is not letting up, and neither are his hands.
My thighs clamp tight around his head, but Flint just groans and spreads me wider with those big, rough hands. “That’s it, Sugar Plum,” he rumbles, and then he sinks two fingers inside me, andI see stars. Literal stars behind my eyelids. I scream something. I’m not sure what, and I don’t have the brain power to worry about it.
I try to breathe, but my lungs won’t cooperate. He sucks my clit while pumping his fingers deep, and I swear my soul leaves my body.
SIX
FLINT
Saoirse is a goddess above me,writhing and moaning my name while I hunt for that sweet spot inside that’s guaranteed to make her see stars. She’s so fucking wet, I want to toss her perfect ass on the floor and feast until I’m satisfied. But I know if I do, I’ll come before I ever make it inside her, and that isn’t happening. I will be balls deep, breeding her when that happens.
“Come all over my hand, Sugar Plum,” I growl, my eyes locked on the sight of her. Christ, she’s so fucking pretty with her blue eyes all huge and glossy, her cheeks flushed, and her hair a wild halo around her face. “Give it to me, pretty baby.”
“Flint,” she cries, her delicate fingers wrapped around my wrist like she’s afraid I’ll take away her personal heaven. That’s not happening, though. Hell no.
I flick my tongue against her clit again, riding it right there. I find her sweet spot, and she shouts my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I breathe against her pussy. “Come, Saoirse.”
She shatters with a choked cry, practically convulsing. It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever seen. She drenches my hand, her arousal dripping down my wrist. I groan, licking up every drop I can, unwilling to waste a single one.
When she falls limp, I press a kiss to her clit and then slide my fingers free and rise, pulling her into my arms. My mouth comes down on hers in a wild kiss, my hand tangled in her hair.
She clings to me like she’s afraid I’ll float away if she loosens her grip. That’s not happening, though. I think I decided five seconds after seeing her that I wanted to keep her. Having her in my space has only reaffirmed that decision. She fits here like she belongs.
With her here, I look forward to the end of the day–not because the work is over, but because I know she’s waiting. I know I get to see her. That’s damn addictive.
“Fuck,” I groan when her hand slips between our bodies, pressing boldly against the fly of my jeans, right over my aching cock. My hips buck involuntarily, my dick eager for her touch.
“I want to see,” she whispers, and I damn near come all over myself.
Somehow, I manage to hold it together long enough to help her undo my jeans. I even manage not to lose my shit when she slips her hand inside and wraps her perfect fingers around my cock.
Her eyes go wide when she pulls the hard bastard out and sees him for herself. “Um… oh, wow,” she stutters, gulping like she’s staring at a wild beast that might bite.
“It’ll feel good, Sugar Plum,” I promise, tipping her head back until she’s looking at my face instead of my cock. “Trust me?”
She doesn’t even hesitate before she nods, and I feel like the king of goddamn Christmas.
I press my lips to hers in an appreciative kiss and then wrap my arm around her, anchoring her to me.
“Wrap around me,” I order her, and then groan when she follows instructions, locking her heels together behind my back. Her pussy is right against my dick when I slide her off the counter into my arms. She’s dripping all over me.
“I thought we were showering,” she says when I make a beeline for the bedroom.
“Later,” I growl, my fingers digging into her round ass like that’s going to stop me from fucking her right here and now. Christ Almighty. I’m not even inside her, and she already feels like heaven.
