“Baby, I’ve been dying to eat your pussy.” His grin is both wicked and eager. “I want to bury my face in your juices, lick you up and down, and drink every fucking drop.”
My core ripples over his continuous stroking and the rawness of his words. “Yes,” I breathe, begging. “Please, Chaz.”
“I got you, Blue.” When his tongue touches my swollen clit, fluttering over it, my hips buck upward with a force that nearly dislodges him.
He stills my frantic movements, bracketing my thighs with his arms, lifting them over his shoulders, and canting me in place. He groans softly at me spread out in front of him, and then dives between my legs. His tongue pushes into me like a velvet spear, thrusting the way his fingers had. Only this is more erotic, and the way I’m restricted makes the sensations more intense.
This is my first foray into oral pleasure, and holy hell! My eyes want to close, but I can’t stop watching his dark head moving between my legs.
“Fuck, Lex,” he grits out, “I’ve wanted my mouth on you ever since the day we met. Does it feel good, baby?” He looks up, his lips and beard glistening, covered in the evidence of just how good it is.
I nod frantically, my hips churning as much as his hold will allow, and I squeeze my breasts, pinching the nipples, feeling wanton like a red-hot siren.
He watches me, too, his gaze feral as he applies that same velvety softness to my clit, swirling the tip of his tongue in circles.
“Chaz!” I thrash from the onslaught, grabbing at his head for purchase as if I might fly away from the sheer bliss of those soft laps and rhythmic suction. Then he groans against me, making it even better as the vibrations intensify my pleasure. I know he’s every bit as crazily turned on as I am.
That is its own aphrodisiac. He releases one thigh, his fingers teasing the rim of my entrance, and I swallow a scream when he thrusts two fingers inside and pushes in again with a third, filling me up. My senses are overloaded as he curls them against my inner walls while his tongue quickens over those hypersensitive nerves. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“That’s it, Blue. You’re so fucking sexy. Let go, baby,” he coaxes me higher, still licking and thrusting. “I can feel you right there?—”
“Ohhh!”
It hits like a freight train—not looming in the distance or teasingly out of reach, but head-on, fast and relentless. Searing pleasure crashes through me, tearing past every barrier, smashing through every fear and doubt, and it just keeps going and going. My blood is on fire. My muscles convulse as violent tremors wrack my body, each sensation sharper, deeper, fiercer than the next. It’s brutal and brilliant, a kaleidoscope of color and passion.
I’m gasping, crying, my heart soaring.I came.I came all over Chaz’s mouth. It wasn’t the tiny ant hills I’ve occasionally experienced on my own. This was mammoth—a Mount Everest of orgasms.
“I’m not broken,” I sob, the words ripping from me like a damn bursting. “I’m not broken.”
Chaz rises to meet me. His mouth, wet with my release, curves softly, and tears of joy glint like silver on his cheeks. “You were never broken, baby,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as he gathers me in his arms.
I cry with relief and happiness, washing away years of believing I was damaged. It feels as if I’ve been cracked open, and something new and wondrous is glowing inside me. It’s like a thousand fireflies taking flight—freeing me.
He brushes the damp strands of hair from my face and presses his forehead to mine. His expression is raw—reverent—and in it, I see his unwavering belief that I’ve always been whole.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers as gently as the touch of his fingers on my cheeks.
When his mouth meets mine, it’s not urgent or hurried; it’s steady, deliberate, and filled with quiet intensity and promise. The tenderness of the kiss, the taste of us mingled on his tongue, unravels me all over again. I melt into him, my body soft and fluid, my heart a pool of warm, liquid wax.
“First time I ever liked waking up at three AM,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath a teasing caress.
“Me too,” I whisper, still wet and pulsing from my climax. “I want to make you come; make you feel good too.”
“I feel incredible.” He cradles my face and kisses my nose and then my lips again. “I don’t need anything more tonight than to fall asleep holding you.”
He reaches down, tugging the tangled sheets and comforter up over us. I pillow my head on his shoulder, and we twine in a tight embrace, facing each other this time. All I think as I close my eyes is that I could stay this way forever.
Lexie coming was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her body quivered like a plucked guitar string, muscles spasming as she shattered beneath me, crying out in pleasured relief. Her first real orgasm rocked through her, from head to toe. The sight is forever etched into my memory as permanently as any of my tattoos.
I’ve never cried bringing a woman to climax before, but watching her in the throes of ecstasy, aware of what it meantto her, was more than just sexual. It was the proof she needed to realize—what I’ve known all along—she’s not broken. She never was, and now she knows it too. Those walls she’d built around herself crumbled, and I was the lucky bastard who got to experience it with her.
Now, lying on my back with the room shrouded in the early morning shadows, I hear her quiet movements from the bathroom. I should feel tired, but I don’t. Ending our first night together like that had been perfect. Can’t lie, though; I woke with my body revved, tenting the sheets tangled around my waist.
The bathroom door creaks open, spilling light into the bedroom. Lexie steps out, bringing the scent of lavender with her. She’s wearing a towel tucked around her chest. Her hair falls in damp ribbons over her shoulders. She looks all soft and dewy.
“Hey, Blue.”
“Oh.” She startles. “I thought you were still asleep.”
