And for the first time in my life, my mind goes blank, and I stop thinking entirely. Instead, I lean into his touch. Into the smell, the sound, and the feel of being desired. I don’t think about work. I try not to focus on how my body looks twisted up into this shape I’ve never been in before. I just listen to his praise and relax.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now spread open for my taking. It’s tormenting sleeping next to you and not touching you…”
His words fade into the background when he brings his face to my core and swipes across my clit before sucking it down between his lips in a satisfied groan.
“Boone…” I moan.
My fingers tangle in the strands of his hair, threading through as he pumps, sucks, and kisses all over my wetness.
His beard scrapes against the sensitive skin of my thighs, the delicious scratch of it pulling another moan from deep inside me. I can feel the heat building, my orgasm rushing toward me too fast, too soon. I try to hold on, to keep myself tethered to the counter, but he’s persistent in the way he’s demanding it from me.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against me. His tongue spikes inside my opening, curling before it drives back against my clit with a flick. “I don’t think there’s any way I can get a third finger in here.”
I shake my head, shuddering at the thought, imagining just how big his cock must be if his fingers feel like this. The anticipation coils tighter inside me, but then he does the unthinkable—he pulls his fingers out, and I whine in protest, the loss practically unbearable.
He chuckles darkly. “Don’t worry. You’ll come tonight. I just want you to come on my face, not my fingers this time.”
His tongue laps at my entrance, dragging his teeth and beard across my clit, his nose pressing deeper into me. He sucks shamelessly, loud and messy, like he’s savoring something precious.
I should feel self-conscious, I normally would. But I don’t anymore. Not with Boone. His satisfied groans and the way he devours me make me feel beautiful, sexual, and—finally—desirable.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m able to tap into my feminine energy that women always talk about having as I roll my hips into his face.
“I’m going to come,” I groan, my voice shaking when I reach the point where it can’t be held in any longer.
“Good. Let me feel it, baby.”
And I shatter.
My body shakes, nipples stretch, my pussy clenches around his tongue as the waves of a powerful orgasm crash over me.
My head thumps back against the cabinet as my release floods through me, leaving me relaxed and satiated. I’m unsteady now, slipping off the counter from the sheer force of it, but Boone is there to catch me.
One steady, strong arm holds me upright while his other hand grips me, keeping me anchored to the counter as I ride the most intense orgasm of my life.
When I finally catch my breath, he’s still there, still sucking like he can’t get enough of the taste of me, like he wants to savor every last drop of what I have to offer him. I can feel my body start to swell again, another wave threatening to pull me under as my overly sensitive clit cries for both mercy and more.So much more.
But I need a moment. To think about what we’re doing. If not for my clit, for my head.
“Boone… I need a second,” I whisper, my voice barely audible in between breaths. “Please.”
He stops instantly, pushing up until he’s standing in front of me but close enough to still feel him everywhere. His hands brace on either side of my hips against the counter, not touching to give me space, but somehow that makes it worse.
His brown eyes are warm, edged with concern, and it undoes me. His bare chest is flushed, damp with sweat, rising and falling like he’s barely holding himself together.
And suddenly my thoughts scatter, my pulse skids and my body becomes far more aware of him than it has any right to be.
What are we doing?
“What do you need from me?” he asks cautiously.
“I just need a second.”
His eyes study mine and then he nods before stepping back, giving me some space.
I drop my heels to the floor and slide off the counter, realizing with a jolt that I’m still completely naked only wearing my shoes, and for once, I’m not trying to cover up.
I don’t feel uncomfortable with his gaze on me. I don’t feel awkward in my body. I feel… beautiful, desirable, tempting, beddable, appealing, erotic.
