I gasp, everything in me drawing tight as his thumb slips over the soft rise of my clit.
“When I look into your eyes, I get lost and found at the same time.”
“All this and poetry.”
My hips tilt, and I don’t know how, but I feel him press his smile into me the moment before his tongue swipes through my wetness, stealing my breath.
“Mmm.” That noise, the low vibration, rocks me to my core.
“Oh God.”
“You’re so pink and so wet andsofucking delicious. I’m gonna lick you from ass to clit over and over until your body bleeds my name.”
“You’re—”too good at thisbecause, at his next stroke, I almost levitate from the bed. “Oh,oh!”My hands ball in the sheets as though to hold on to the sensation or maybe to stop me from floating away. But there’s no need, not as he anchors his mouth over my clit, his tongue beginning to circle and flick. His mouth tastes and teases as his fingers a sublime thrust that makes my head fall back. I turn my head into the mattress as the sensations build and swell, the suffering a sweet, urgent kind of agony as helaps at me—there really is no other word for it—licking into me as though he is starved, and I am his only sustenance.
“Please, I—” My thighs tauten, and I reach down, threading my fingers into his hair, rewarded by another groan.
“Oh God! Oh God!” So goes the litany of my pleasure. I sound like I’m crying—sobbing—but Raif knows better. Because it is unbearable, and it is bliss as my fingers tighten and my hips begin to spasm and I ride his face with a wildness that can’t be contained.Because that would be akin to going against nature.
My mouth opens, and my eyes screw so tight I see lights. Stars. Fireworks. Pleasure spirals through me, the rush of sensation overwhelming as it pulses from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes.
As I sink back into my skin, I realize I still have my hands in his hair as he kisses me through aftershocks of pleasure.
“Raif.” My throat is hoarse, my voice husky as I push up onto one elbow and tug. “Please, it’s too much.”
“Never. My wife is no quitter.”
“Oh God.” Why does that sound so good? Why does it make me want to glue my nether regions to his mouth?
His mouth. I wipe my thumb across his beautiful, talented mouth.
Five stars. I would heartily recommend.
But then his mouth hooks up as though pulled by an invisible string.
“What?” I ask, feeling myself frown.
“Be sure to sign the guestbook on your way out.”
“Did I… Oh my God, did Isaythat aloud?”
“Like you were reading a Yelp review.”
What the hell? I might as well go the whole (embarrassing) hog. “You know, it would be wrong to leave a review when I haven’t had the full experience.”
“We should remedy that.”
“Yes, let’s.”
His eyes darken as he moves up my body.
“An obstacle,” I hiss, my hands feeding between and finding his belt.
“You should definitely take them off.” His words sound a little hoarse and a lot hungry as his lips find my neck.
I nod. Sigh. And slide my hand between us when he lifts into a plank. Oh Lord. Muscles flex, bunch, and stretch as he holds himself there, kissing out a curse as my fingers brush his straining cock.
Belt. Catch. Zipper. He falls onto his back, the path of least resistance to nakedness. Between us, we work his pants down to his hips before Raif reaches for me, his hand cupping my nape, his lips a decadent slide down my throat. “I can hardly believe this is about to happen.”
