Page 49 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Delicious. But I bet your pussy tastes even better.”

Holy God. He’s a dirty-talker, and it’s so hot.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he rumbles.

I want you so bad, too.

I make a garbled sound of agreement. It’s all I can manage at the moment.

“Charly, are you with me?” He rests his forehead to mine, eyes watching me.

“I’m with you,” I pant, breathless.

“Good.” A sexy-as-hell smile slides onto his face. “Because I’m about to fuck you into oblivion.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, yes.

He carries me over to the bed and deposits me onto it. He kicks off his shoes and lies over me. He kisses me again, and I spread my legs, making room for him. He pushes up against me, making me moan.

He pulls back and thrusts against me. My head tips back, pressing into the bed. His lips find my neck, kissing me, his tongue trailing over my skin.

“You smell good. What is that? Raspberries and…”

“Vanilla,” I pant. “Raspberry shampoo. Vanilla body wash.”

“Mmm. I like it.” He moves down my body, giving a kiss to the valley of my breasts and then one on the skin of my stomach where my tank has ridden up.

On his knees, he puts his hands on my thighs. Then, he puts his face between my legs and inhales, making me squirm. “But you smell even better here.”

Holy God.

He runs his nose up and down the seam of my boy shorts before pressing it against my clit, making me gasp with need.

“You like that?”

“God, yes.” I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands. My legs are shifting restlessly on the bed. I need him to touch me.

He climbs up my body and kisses me, deep and hard. He pulls back and looks into my eyes.

I know I must look wild-eyed and wanton. I’m so turned on, it’s not even funny.

“You’re so fucking hot, Pins.”

He touches his thumb to my mouth, rubbing it over my lips. I catch hold of it with my teeth. Then, I suck it into my mouth, not breaking eye contact with him. His eyes flare with lust, and I see the exact moment when his patience snaps.

“I need to taste you. Now.”

He’s moving back down my body, and I’m shivering with need.

He gets to his knees, fingers hooking into my shorts and panties. I lift my ass, and he pulls them off together. Then, I move my legs, so he can get them off. He tosses them aside and stares down at me.

He looks like a god up there. An impossibly beautiful god that no woman could ever deserve.

And he’s about to go down on me.

Whatever I did in a former life or this one to deserve this, thank you, Jesus. Thank you!

I’m also thanking the heavens that I shaved yesterday, leaving a little landing strip, and showered before getting ready for bed.