“You like that, do you?” I murmur against her skin. “Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll fuck this ass one day.”
She presses her swollen sex farther back into my face, and my deep chuckle sounds against her wet flesh. I tongue her slit before I trace her entrance, then I slowly, so slowly, push my finger in an inch, then another.
She’s tight. God, she’s so fucking tight I can’t stand it. All I can think about is how she’d feel wrapped around my cock.
As I rock in and out of her, my tongue flicks her clit again and again and again. Hattie cries out, almost there. When I suck hard on her clit, she shouts my name, her pussy clamping down and contracting around my finger.
As much as I don’t want to, I pull myself from her and use both hands on her ass to keep her in place as I continue to suck on her clit while she rides out her orgasm. When I pull away, Hattie doesn’t move, remaining splayed in front of me, her cunt glistening. I commit the vision to memory, knowing I’ll revisit it shortly when I jerk off.
“Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” I wipe my mouth and chin with the back of my hand.
She starts moving, so I help her off the counter, letting her find her footing before I let go of her waist. Her eyes are glazed when she turns to face me, and there’s a lazy smile on her face. Gone is the tight-laced, friendly, yet professional veneer she usually displays.
“Yes, that was…” She shakes her head, almost as though she’s in disbelief. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I tug her into my chest by the waist. “I have so much more to show you.”
Then I bend and bring my lips to hers for our first real kiss since I’m not counting the one last night. She comes willingly and opens to me when my tongue runs across the seam of her mouth. Then she stills, likely tasting herself on my tongue. I don’t let her retreat, pulling her body in closer to mine and devouring her mouth like I just did her pussy.
When I pull away, her eyes are even more glazed. She runs her hand down my chest, but before she can reach my belt, I grasp her wrist.
“I think that’s enough for one night.”
I’d give anything to plunge into her right now, but patience is key. I’m still afraid that if I press her too hard, she’ll pull away. I need her craving more.
She frowns. “Why?”
“Because I don’t think we should do any more tonight. Let you process what’s already happened.”
“But don’t you…” She nods toward the raging hard-on that looks as if it’s about to rip a seam in my pants.
“I’ll take care of myself.” Without thinking, I kiss her forehead as a token of affection.
It’s not the act itself that makes me step away from her. It’s the fact that itwasn’tpart of an act to get her to trust me. I just did it because it felt right.
“I’m gonna go shower.” Before she can say anything, I back away and turn toward the hall.
It’s an effort to slow my pace so it doesn’t appear as if I’m running away.
28
HATTIE
On shaky legs, I slide my panties back on and pull down my skirt.
I’m glad Bastion pushed me away last night because I would not have wanted to experience that without being completely sober.
I thought the other morning in his bed was life-changing, but this… this was something else entirely. Between the sensation of his tongue, the sounds slipping out of him, and the ownership he took, I was breathless. I didn’t even know it could be like that, feel that primal, as though I might die if he stopped before granting me my release.
But why did he want to stop there? I understand his reasoning, but I don’t like the idea of him walking away unsatisfied. I’m not sure what kind of a job I would do with my mouth on him, but I’d like to try so he can feel what I just did.
He’s the one who told me to own my sexual desires and explore them, and here he is walking away.
Harnessing my courage, I head down the hall.
When I knock on his bedroom door, there’s no answer. I slowly open the door and take a few steps inside. “Bastion?”
He’s nowhere to be found, so he must already be in the shower. A quick glance at the light casting into his room from under the partially closed en suite door tells me I’m right.
