The pleasure hits me like a bolt of lightning, and I nearly jackknife off the bed. “Cruz!”
“Let yourself go. I’ve got you.” Another lick keeps my back arched. I have to fist the sheets to hold myself still. I rock my hips with the steady rhythm he settles into.
All the anxious tension in my muscles is replaced by warm relaxation—and tightness in all the right spots. He wraps his arms under my thighs and spreads me even wider for him. The soft lap of his tongue has me transfixed on that point of my body until I’m weightless and floating.
I cartwheel over the edge faster than I’ve ever climaxed before. I squeeze my legs around his head to hold in the pleasure and ride it out as long as possible. The pure bliss inside of me wipes away years of stress.
I sag into the mattress and relax my legs, then gasp and sit up on my elbows. “I smothered you!”
He props himself on his elbows. “Aw, sugar, that was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”
“No, it’s not.” We finally get naked together, and— “I crushed your skull.”
“One hundred percent not lying.” He pushes himself to his knees and holds mine wide, but he doesn’t reach for the condoms. “Now that I took the edge off, I can do my exploring.”
His cock is straining for me. Tight and pulsing with veins, it looks as demanding as I was minutes ago. “My edge is off. Not yours.”
“As long as I’m touching you, I’m doing just fine.” Staying on his knees, he lifts my foot. Goose bumps break out over myskin as he traces over the green, blue, and black tattoos. “Why hummingbirds?”
“They like sweet stuff, and they flutter their wings so hard while seeming to be still.”
His calloused fingers stroke up my legs to my thighs. “You told me about the flowers.” He dances his fingers over my hip bones to the small spatula and whisk over a cookbook on my lower abdomen. His lips tip up. “This is perfect.”
“It was a reward for finishing school.” I cover his fingers with mine, wishing I could conceal the ink. “It’s actually a little embarrassing now.”
Surprised, he looks up. “Why?”
“A whisk? A spatula?”
He taps the horseshoe on his chest. “Stuff you care about.”
He drops a kiss to the tattoo and continues his trek up my body, skimming his fingers over more hummingbirds I have running up the side of my rib cage. “I’ve got to do something about that bra. Roll over.”
I do, growing self-conscious all over again with my ass in the air, but his earlier reassurance runs through my head. He’s done nothing but make me feel comfortable. His heat is chasing away the chill of my air-conditioning.
“You were hiding one more.” He massages the globes of my ass before working his way up my lower back. Flattening his hands, he continues up my spine until he reaches the little barn swallow on my shoulder. “What’s the story?”
I have to fight to get the words on my tongue when all I want to do is moan. “It’s silly.”
“Even better.”
Always with the right thing to say. “I used to be afraid of spiders. But you know those big ones that build giant webs on the porch? Clem and I call them the big-bottomed spiders.”
His chuckle is deep and pleasing. “I’ve got a few of those. Good bug catchers.”
“As a kid, I was terrified. But the barn swallows would fly in and eat them all.”
“I can see a little Elodie loving a bird for that.”
“I don’t hate spiders anymore, but I also don’t hate it if a bird eats them all off my parents’ house.”
He rubs his hands down my back and up again. “I like that story.”
“I like that you like it.”
“And I like that I finally get to see this ass.” He grips my hips and lifts me to my knees.
The bed shifts and the crinkle of the condom packet fills the air. I can’t resist looking over my shoulder to watch him roll it on his thick length.
