She didn’t know where she found the courage, but she held his fiery gaze. “I’m sure.”
He ate up the space between them in two steps and knelt beside the bed, grabbing her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. The sudden movement caused her to fall back. Her eyes widened as he put his hot mouth over her pussy and rubbed his tongue against her through her underwear.
“Christian!” She grabbed his head.
He pulled back but stayed between her legs. “I’m sorry. I should have worked up to that, but I’ve thought of you in my bed like this and it seemed too good to be true.”
“It’s okay. It’s just…I haven’t had a lot of…um…” She gestured vaguely. She shouldn’t talk about having sex with other guys while she was getting ready to have sex with this guy. Right?
“You haven’t had a lot of oral sex?”
She cleared her throat. “No.”
“Your ex didn’t…?”
Abby stared at the blades of the ceiling fan over her head. “He wasn’t a fan. It always felt like he was doing it as a chore—reluctantly and under duress.”
She sucked in a breath when his tongue pressed and wriggled against her folds, finding her clit through the thin fabric of her underwear.
“Believe me, this isn’t a chore and I’m definitely not under duress. I want you to come all over my face. I want you begging me to stop because you don’t think you can take any more right until you come all over me again.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“Sound like a plan?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said with a gasp. “Yes, that sounds like a really good plan.”
“Good.”
Damn, his tongue was magic. He rubbed and sucked and pushed through her underwear and quickly drove her to an orgasm. She didn’t even have time to think about it—it was just there, pulling her into its powerful wave. He finally pulled her soaked panties down her legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Abby shifted to move up the bed, to give him room to join her, but he put a hand on her belly and pressed her back down.
“Not yet.” He pushed her thighs apart, spreading her wide.
She was fully exposed to him and wasn’t sure how she felt. Definitely uncomfortable and out of her element. “Christian?”
He glanced up at her. “Shhh.” He held her gaze as he spread her even more with his thumbs and slowly lowered his mouth to her again. His thick tongue languidly traced around her opening, then stroked up one side and down the other.
She dropped her head back to the bed and tried to remember how to breathe. It was a struggle. All her brain function had diverted to concentrating on the path of his tongue, on where it would go next. Would he lick, trace, suck, flick? There didn’t seem to be a pattern.
She didn’t know if it was the remnants of the first orgasm or another one, but the throbbing, electric feeling started to build again. Slower this time, potentially more powerful, all at the mercy of his tongue. She grabbed his wrists, still holding her thighs wide—she needed something to hold on to. Something to anchor her to the here and now. If she didn’t, she might burst into tiny atoms.
The second orgasm crashed into her with the force of a freight train. Her back arched and her legs strained against Tinker’s strong grasp. Operating on primal instinct, she rolled her hips with the waves coursing through her until they dissipated enough to let her slowly, slowly begin releasing her muscles.
Tinker kissed his way up her stomach to her neck. He slid an arm under the small of her back and lifted her up the bed. She tried to help, but she had no strength in her arms—not even enough to hold herself upright. He unhooked her bra and pulled the straps down her arms.
He plumped one breast and sucked hard on the nipple. Sizzles shot out from his hot mouth, and Abby tried to concentrate on that instead of worrying about how her other breast sagged to the side. She used her arm to press against the side of her breast and lift it up under the pretense of running her hand over his head. Not that she didn’t want to touch him. Two birds, one stone, and all of that.
“Stop that, Abby,” he said against her skin.
“Stop what?”
“You’re getting into your head.”
“What? I’m not,” she protested.
