“Christ, honey. You’re soaking for me.” Watching her face, he eased a finger inside her tight heat. She cried out, hips lifting, her inner walls contracting around his digit.
He yanked it free and buried his tongue in its place.
She made a strangled noise, hands plastered on the back of his head. “Oh! God!” She ground into his lips and tongue, taking what she needed. What she didn’t know was that he’d been dying to give her everything she needed…and more.
Every rational thought about their age difference, their history or the consequences of what they were doing were driven away by the mind-shattering taste of her.
* * * * *
Zee’s breath hitched as Church drew his tongue free of her pussy anddraggedit through her folds. Her insides clutched, and juices squeezed out in a rush of heat. Anticipation coiled low in her belly, and the pulse roaring in her ears silenced as he looked into her eyes and sucked her clit into his mouth.
Passion drummed in her veins, and her heart could barely keep up as she watched the focus on his face, the way he touched her like he already knew exactly what she needed.
His hair was soft under her fingers, and though she couldn’t see the strands of gray, she knew they were there and she knew how damn hot they were.
Using the tip of his tongue, he circled her clit once…twice…then pressed down on the bundle of nerves until her hips jerked. He gripped her outer thighs, spreading her wider, and she lost herself in sensation.
Wet heat. Blazing pressure. Rough,deliciousbeard. When he sank his finger in her channel again, she lost her mind. Heart fluttering like a wild bird about to be given freedom, she let the feel of what he was doing consume her.
There was only Church. And bliss. His tongue moved over her, grounding and undoing her at the same time. Her body responded instantly, opening for him, crying for more.
Electricity set her nerve endings ablaze, and she gasped as her release struck, hard, hot and without warning, ripping through her in waves.
Ohh, it had been so long, and everything felt heightened and raw and overwhelmingly intense.
“Grant! I’m—” She clutched at him, fingers raking through his hair as she rode the orgasm to the very last.
Zee’s thoughts scattered, and a second later, his mouth was replaced by his hard length. Her body clenched again, needing his thickness inside her. Stretching. Moving.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, Zee.” His gaze burned, and he sounded like he’d been dodging missiles.
She gripped his ass, dragging him closer. “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t know how he moved them to the bed so quick. Or how many drugging kisses he delivered before he placed a condom in her hand.
Stopping, she lifted her head and looked at him. She was aware that he was giving her the choice—put it on him or don’t.
Let this moment continue or not.
He watched her closely.
She fumbled with the condom—it felt foreign in her hands—but somehow, she managed to slide it over his impressive length.
When he poised over her, he stared deep into her eyes. “Zee…”
Her heart squeezed, and she surged upward to capture his lips again. The endless kiss drew a groan from him and she matched him with soft moans. As she hitched her thigh around him, he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance.
Their gazes met.
Neither of them breathed.
In one slow glide, he filled her.
The world narrowed to sensation. He slowly withdrew, and her hips lifted, chasing him, needing more, unable to stop the desire stealing her mind.
It wasn’t just physical. It was everything underneath it.
It was Church.
