I raise a brow, and he nods, his lips tight. “Heard it.”
“We’ve got time,” I reply breathlessly. “But touch mesomewhere.”
Bo nods, lowering himself to the floor at the side of the bed.
He reaches across the mattress, the tendons in his arms flaring as he grabs the extra flesh of my hips and uses it to pull me to the edge.
I yelp, biting my lip as I smile down at him, grateful for his roughness.
“I’ve decided,” he whispers, biting the opposite thigh as he parts my legs with his hands.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Good decision…”
He laughs darkly with his mouth against my core. Then he swipes his tongue expertly from my wet entrance to my clit.
I cry out, covering my mouth with my forearm. “Yes,” I say. “Right there.”
He sucks and flicks his tongue against that same spot until I’m panting, gripping the sheets and his hair. Unwinding into a complete, utter mess.
Removing his mouth, he presses two fingers inside me and curls them, tapping in an achingly perfect rhythm. I match each motion with uncontrollable gasps and squeaks and moans. “Oh mygod,” I moan, baring my teeth as pressure builds.
“Fuck yes…” Bo’s voice is low and steady, in complete contrast to how I feel, floating above it all. “Do you have any clue how sexy you are? How sweet you taste? How much I’ve been thinking about you like this?”
I whine, biting my bottom lip as I try to will myself closer to that sweet oblivion.
“I’ve thought about hearing my name come out of those perfect lipseveryfucking night since I heard you from down the hall. Please, Win.Please.Say my name.”
“Bo,” I say like a promise. “Bo,” I force out from the hollow of my chest. “Fuck me,” I beg. “Please,” I whine, thrashing backward.
“Not yet, honey. Not until you come on my fingers first. I’m fuckingdyingto. Trust me. But I need this from you first. Need to watch you.” He places a hand on the swell of my stomach as his eyes grow hooded. “I was obsessed with your body before, but now, I think… I think I’m a goner. Look at you. Fuckingperfect.”
“I’m… I’m close,” I say, my jaw clenching as my legs fight to close. Bo pins my knee down with his shoulder, keeping me open for him as I begin to shake.
“That’s right, honey. Come for me. Please.”
I come so hard I hear a ringing in my ears, my body taught and contracted and spasming all over. I scream around my wrist, silencing myself as best as I can.
Once my body stills and my breaths slow, Bo starts tenderly kissing my throbbing sex. It’salmosttoo much, but I press my lips together and force myself to relax into it.
Bo whimpers alongside little throaty sounds of greed as he laps up every single bit of my release. “God, you taste so fucking good,” he grinds out before gently kissing my clit one last time, sending a shock of overstimulation through my system.
“Show me,” I offer, rolling my neck to see him. “Kiss me,” I say, wearing a satisfied smile.
“Gladly,” Bo says, using his arms to help lift himself off the ground.
I rotate myself, lying lengthways on the bed, and make room for him to lie down next to me. Once he’s settled, I drape myself across his chest and kiss him leisurely.
“My favourite thing in the world,” he says against my lips, swiping his thumb across my cheek, then trailing a lazy finger down my neck to my chest, where he taps the space between my breasts, coloured pink. “I was scared I’d never get to see this type of blush from you again.”
I lean down to kiss him again. He grips the side of my face as I nibble his bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth and releasing only when I lift away, pressing my forehead into his. I groan in frustration, angry that I can’t benearerthan this.
“I wish I could…” I say, not knowing where I want that sentence to end. What I mean is I want himinsideme. But not only in the way he will inevitably be soon. But burned inside of me. Like lightning hitting a tree and starting a fire from within. I want him, his life, his lessons, his soul and its impressions to be branded under my skin. “Eat you” are the closest words I can find.
“That’s frowned upon, honey.” Bo says as I lift a leg over his lap to straddle him.
“Would you let me?” I ask as he grips my lower back, then lowers his hands to the globes of my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. “If I asked nicely?”
“You know I would,” he says, laughing.
