Wetness pools between my thighs, and this man has barely touched me.
He tries to pull the dress down, but it needs a little more tugging than just letting it drop. “Sorry. Thick belly and thighs.”
“Don’t apologize for the temple that is your body. It was your children’s first home, and every single curve is beyond perfect.”
Well, okay then.
I shake my hips, helping him along the way until it comes off completely, falling to the floor and gathering at my feet. I’m left wearing a lace thong and my heels.
Holden’s eyes roam my almost naked body before meeting mine in the mirror. There’s raw and pure desire behind his gaze, and I feel like I’m burning up at the thought of what he wants to do with me.
His fingertips explore my chest, not stopping to give attention to my pebbled nipples, instead going straight to the emergency C-section scar on my belly. A surgery that came so quickly, they didn’t have much time. A scar that travels from mid torso almost to my pelvis, raised in an inch-thick scar, reminding me every day of everything I went through.
He slides his index finger down it, as if he were whispering to the scar before he speaks out loud. “Each scar, each mark, tracesa roadmap to the events that have led to the woman you are today, and that’s beautiful.”
He kisses my shoulder as his fingers explore smaller scars and stretch marks given to me by life and children. “This belly brought life into the world, and if the scars are there as a reminder, it’s of how incredible you are.”
I’m standing here in disbelief as he continues. “You are so beautiful, and these are too.”
“Holden,” I almost whimper.
“They’re sexy.” He kisses my back, sliding his fingers to my underwear. “They’re perfect, just like you.” He wiggles the lingerie down my thick thighs, helping me step out of them.
A shot of electricity zips down between my legs as his fingers crawl up behind my thighs. I squeeze them together, trying not to let him see how wet I am right now.
He sinks down to the bathroom floor, sitting on his knees and looking up at me. “Let me show you how perfect you are. Let me find out if you taste as good as I’ve dreamed.”
I squeeze tighter, gasping for air, and his eyes flare as he drinks me in. He taps my foot, so I widen my stance, following his quiet command. He kisses between my knees and up my thighs until my sex is in front of him. His warm breath caresses the most intimate part of me as I suck in another breath.
I dare to look down, and oh my word, I shouldn’t have, because there he is, hands on my ass as he holds my eyes and smiles.
“Please put me out of misery and tell me I can taste you.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He kisses the inside of my thighs with a groan. My hands find his hair and hold on. He’s not even where I want him, wherehewants to be, and I’m already a puddle.
“You’re a sight, Natalie,” he whispers before taking his glasses off, setting them on the floor, and lowering his mouth right between my folds and over my clit.
“Oh.” It’s the only sound that leaves me as Holden’s warm mouth covers my clit. I wait for my cheeks and face to burn, the way it always does when I’m near him, but it doesn’t. The pleasure-filled wave envelops all my senses.
His mouth is warm over my mound, but it’s reverent, nonetheless. I’m so wet, the sounds his tongue is making when meeting my sex are beyond filthy. And I love it.
He licks and sucks as I hold on to the sink, because I don’t think I can stay vertical when he’s doing all ofthatwith his lips.
He laps at my clit before sliding his tongue down to my entrance and making me see stars.
“Ah,” I gasp as he covers almost all of me with his mouth and grabs my ass cheek. He licks relentlessly, and I have no other choice but to roll my hips, seeking more friction.
He groans against me, getting me closer to that peak I haven’t reached in a while like this. “Yes, Natalie, ride my face. Take what you want.”
“Oh my,” I whisper, doing exactly that. I swivel my hips back and forth over his mouth. His mustache tickles my clit as he licks at my entrance, as he slides his tongue in.
I buck my hips against his face, seeking more. “More.”
He hums, tongue fucking my entrance, pulling me closer to his face as all his facial hair drives me wild with stimulation.
He groans and hums against me with every roll of my hips and every moan coming out of my mouth. He sucks, and I don’t even know what he’s sucking, but whatever it is pulls me down from over the edge, and I see stars as my legs start to shake around his face.
