He adds another finger, and his tongue sweeps my clit again.
I’m gasping his name.
“Brady—don’t stop!” Every word scrapes my throat.
“Only if you promise to come for me, Sass. Come fucking wild.” His breath heats my clit again, hot and damp, so teasing it’s almost fatal.
“Brady, please. I just need—” My voice chokes off. I don’t know what I need except for him to bring this home.
The way he smiles and drags his tongue over my swollen pussy says he knows that better than I do.
Then the tip of his tongue flicks my clit, followed by the searing pressure of the flat of his tongue. Sensations merge like black magic.
“You ready to give it up? To remind me what I’ve been missing too many lonely nights?” His voice reverberates, shaking me to my core.
“Yes.Yes!”
“Come for me, Lena.”
I’m a lot of things right now. A messy bundle of too many feels to describe, but I’mnotdisobedient.
The moment he commands, my body obeys with delight.
I fall down and shatter, split into a thousand sharp pieces, ripped apart by a white-hot tsunami so strong it strips my soul away.
Coming!
It’s never been like this before, this iron grip of velvet that wrings me out.
Blame it on love, sending me into a new zone.
I’m lost in a space between worlds, where my body convulses, speaking and breathing only in the throbbing space between gasps.
I think my lips are moving—probably saying Brady’s name again—and I think he’s telling me something too.
“Such a good fucking girl. I love you so much it scares me.”
But I can barely hear him over the roar in my blood like a waterfall rushing over my ears.
My body glides back down so slow, releasing me from the hottest orgasm of my life.
When my senses return, I realize he’s down on his back next to me, one hand drawing patterns across my stomach.
“Welcome back,” he whispers, his eyes crinkling as he smiles.
“I love you,” I tell him.
He smiles and snorts. “I hope so. Or are you only saying that because I just short-circuited you?”
“Does it matter?” I throw back.
His smile widens into a grin.
“I knew it. Lena Joly only loves me for my skills.”
“Shut up and let me kiss you, idiot.”
He does, and I do.
