I nodded.“Yeah,” I admitted.I hadn’t really paid attention to it until now.
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face.“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
Yes.No!I’d make noises, and people would hear us.They could walk down the hall at any time.
“Better not.People are awake,” I replied.
He ran his finger along the slit.“Hmm, you sure?”he asked when he found how wet I already was down there.
“Positive,” I croaked.
Leaning closer, he kissed the corner of my mouth, then moved across my jawline toward my ear.“But you know how good I can make it feel,” he whispered huskily.
My hips rocked against his hand, not caring that this was a bad idea.
“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he said, then began to move down my body.
I closed my eyes, letting him open my legs.The pulse of need was already throbbing throughout me, not caring about anything but the pleasure that he would bring.
I gasped, my eyes flying open as he swiped his tongue over my entrance.A low chuckle vibrated against me as he continued his intimate kissing.This wasn’t going to take long.I was already close.The rough brush of his unshaven face made me shiver as his chin ran over my upper thigh.If I looked down at him doing this, I knew I’d orgasm.
Reaching over, I grabbed his pillow, then dropped my gaze to see his shoulder muscles flexing as his head moved with each long lap of his tongue.Just as the crest hit, I covered my face with the pillow and let out a scream.Shaking as the pulsing of my release took over.
“Fuuuck.”
I heard his raspy voice as his hands gripped my inner thighs almost painfully.He began sucking and growling like he was the one getting off and not me.
“Give me more of that,” he demanded.
I was still riding my high longer than normal.My hips bucked, and he buried his face further against me as his tongue shoved inside.
I was screaming God’s name, his name, and several other things into the pillow, not sure this was going to end and hoping it never did.When the descent finally came, I was sucking in air and tossed the pillow aside so I could get a full breath.
Holy crap.Panting, I stared at the ceiling.What had just happened?
“Goddamn, baby, just when I think I’m fucked, you go and do something like that and put a nail in it.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I needed to get my heart rate back to normal first.He was beside me again, pulling me into his arms.I went like the limp rag doll I was.
“You do that on my cock, and I may fucking die from ejaculation.I went off like a motherfucking hose last night, but that … Jesus,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
I turned to look at him.“What was that?”I asked, sounding as breathless as I still felt.
His lips quirked.“You don’t know?”
Uh, that I just had some earth-shattering orgasm from the gods?I was well aware.I’d been there for it.I didn’t say that though.Instead, I just shook my head.
He seemed to know why it had been so strong.
“You squirted, sweet baby.You’re a fucking squirter.”He looked incredibly pleased about something that sounded very gross.
Squirt?Ew.I was afraid to ask.
I said nothing but continued to just stare at him.
He shifted and propped himself up on his elbow.“Do you know what that means?”he asked.
“No, but it does not sound pleasant.”
