Lazily whirling my tongue around the taut territory twice precedes me languorously sliding back between her sopping wet lips to the tremoring muscles, anxiously waiting for more attention.
Gilly warmly welcomes the return by rocking back.
Bumping her cheeks into mine.
Swiveling her figure to match my savage swiping.
And the instant she senses I may snake back up to tease her ass a second time, she stretches her arm behind her to grab a fistful of my hair to ensure I stay right where I am.
Her brazen behavior spurs my mouth to move faster.
Lick and suck and suck and spin and slip out to aid her toy in its ceaseless rubbing.
Juices callously coat my cheeks and chin.
Continuously drip down my nose and neck.
Tugs of my hair start to match the buckling of her body pushing mine to throw itself into every tongue thrust, every swipe, every twitch until the most divine sound in existence begins reverberating off the walls.
A sound so fucking heavenly there’s no denying I owe God a favor for granting me permission to hear it.
To be thereasonfor it.
“Thayneeeeeee!” Feral scratching of my scalp is attached to even more euphoric moaning. “Yesss!Yesss!Dontstop!Pleasedontstop!” Hearing her breath hitch makes not being able to breathe that much more worth it. “Thaynnneeeee!”
My name.
My number.
My Slayer.
All on our official first date.
Like our family saying goes…when you know…you know.
Whether that’s about recipes or properties or work or death or love.
Your soul knows.
You just gotta trust it.
And I sure as hell trust mine.
Gillian Blanc is meant for me.
I just hope she knows how to trust hers too.
Chapter 7
Gillian
Light nose nuzzles against my bare shoulder summon a soft moan of acknowledgement from behind my closed lips.
I honestly can’t believe he stayed the night.
I honestly can’t believe he stayed the night and slept beside menaked.
Naked despite the fact we didn’t have sex.
