What would that be like…
Incredible. Ab—so—lutely inc?—
“Zane!” I shove my hands in his hair as he latches on to my clit and pulls it into his mouth, sending my body into a new level of aching arousal.
He mumbles something that I can’t make out properly because I’m smothering him between my legs, but he wraps his hands around my thighs and squeezes reassuringly, keeping them tight around his head as he pulls again, doing that same thing and getting the same result.
Holy. Crap.
I moan into the night air, and unlike him, I’m not good about keeping quiet. I slap my hand over my mouth and close my eyes, rolling my hips and chasing more of that feeling as he pulls and pulls andlicksandpullsand?—
The climax rips through me, a crash of the most beautiful feelings that tingle all through me to my fingertips and my toes and then right back to thecore of me, where Zane is shoving his tongueinsidemeand groaninglike he’s the one who just had a mindblowing orgasm, not me.
Fingers numb, I pat weakly at his hair, marvelling at how silky soft it is. How beautiful he is, and how eager he is to put his head between my legs.
When I gasp at the overly sensitive reaction I have to a big, hungry lick, he lifts his head and leans his cheek against my inner thigh. His hands tighten around my legs as he pulls in a big, deep breath.
His moustache is visibly wet.
From me.
Oh my God.
“Tasted pretty fun, I’m not gonna lie,” he drawls. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
I laugh weakly. “Pretty sure it was better for me.”
“You want to bet on that, pretty mama?” He crawls on top of me and unzips his jeans with a wincing groan.
He pulls my hands into his shorts, where I find a still thick cock…and a big, wet mess.
“You came like that?” I lick my lips.
His gaze darkens as he stares at my mouth. “Don’t be disappointed. Felt fucking amazing. But if you were hoping to taste me, I can clean up and go again in a few minutes.”
I stare at him as he grabs his shirt and settles next to me, taking my hand in his. Cleaning his seed off my fingers.
“What did we just do?”
He kisses my bare shoulder. “Made an important step back to each other, I’d say.”
“Mmm.” I drag in a big breath. “You are very good at…um…”
“At what?” He grins. He knows. But he wants to hear me say it.
“At licking pussy,” I whisper.
“Hope Waterford, you filthy mouthed hussy.” He leans in and kisses me softly. My scent swirls around us. “I really like licking your pussy. So that makes me want to be good at it. Want you to let me do it again and again. Need to impress you with my skills.”
“You impressed me the second you crawled between my legs.” I chase his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip. “Never had that done before. Could get addicted to it.”
“Never—” He wraps his hand around my shoulder and pushes me back enough to stare at my face. “Never?”
I shake my head, a little embarrassed. “I’ve only been with two people. The, um, one night stand who gave me Bellamy, and then, um…”
“Jesus.” He wraps his arms around me.
“Nope. Don’t feel sorry for me! Not in this moment!”
