Page 165 of Sinister

“No one’s ever touched you like this,” he states, not a question, an assertion.

“No. Only you.”

“Good,” he purrs.

He reaches my stomach and places an open-mouthed kiss right above the band of my skirt before going lower.

The anticipation is killing me. I’m wet and needy, and as I squirm under him, I have to wonder: Who is this wanton girl? I’ve never seen myself as a sexual being, at least not before. Now? All I want is for him to reach that place that’s weeping for him.

Sin lowers himself between my legs, his eyes locked with mine as he begins to kiss and caress my thighs, biting and sucking at the skin in turns. He’s teasing me with what’s to come, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it.

And then he touches me there.

At first, he places a light kiss over my pussy lips before he drags his tongue through my folds.

“Sin . . .” I gasp out, and my fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue settles on my clit.

Seconds flow into minutes, but I’m outside time itself. Sin uses the flat of his tongue to create pressure at my opening before sucking on my clit in short, concentrated bursts.

With each flick of his tongue, the pleasure seems to build inside me, till I can feel my legs quivering.

“You’re doing so good, my love,” he murmurs against me. I’m too far gone to notice his use of ‘my love.’ Instead, I focus on those growing sensations pooling low in my belly. The way the room starts to spin around me and my body becomes a mess of trembling limbs.

“Sin!” I moan loudly, but the next instant his hand is clamped across my mouth, and I remember where we are—in his bedroom, in his parents’ house.

But I can’t help myself as Sin increases the pace, his tongue doing such wicked things to me that I end up biting on his fingers to keep myself from screaming out.

My clit is swollen from all the licking, and still, I’m only at the cusp of blinding pleasure.

But he takes his mission seriously, using a combination of his tongue and fingers as he presses two digits deep inside of me, curling them until he hits a certain spot.

I nearly jump off the bed.

And then it happens: The orgasm begins deep inside my sex, and my clit starts throbbing as I come, moaning and grunting against Sin’s hand.

My eyes roll back fully, and the heated overflow of juices between my legs leaves me breathless and gasping for words. For a few moments, I just lie there, trembling and breathless as Sin peppers kisses all over my belly again.

“Did you like it, Petra?” he asks in a voice thick with post-conjugal bliss.

“Sin . . . that was . . . amazing.” The words come out warped and a little slurred, but I’m beyond caring. This wasn’t how I had pictured my first real-life orgasm to happen, but I’m happy that I finally know what all the fuss is about.

“I’m glad, Petra,” Sin says. “You look so beautiful when you come undone.”

I blush as I ask, “Do you . . . do you want me to return the favor?”

I am wholly unsure about what to do but completely willing to do what needs to be done.

Sin chuckles and climbs up to lie beside me.

“You don’t have to do anything, Petra. This was about you. And about making you feel special.”

He leans in, and I can smell myself on his lips. It’s a musky, heady fragrance, and when his lips meet mine, it’s all I can do not to pin him under me and have my way with him (whatever that means).

For now, I’m happy to relax in the arms of this dreamy guy who has just given me my first real-life orgasm.

And also, your first baby! my inner voice starts in an objecting tone, but I shush her down.

Right now, there’s only space for me and Sin—and the baby—on this bed.