Page 56 of Penn

“Penn,” I mutter, fisting my hand in his hair.

His tongue moves in slow and deliberate circles before pressing flat against the spot that makes me lift off the mattress. The way he knows where to focus, when to ease back, and when to push harder amazes me. I had to draw a map for Stephen to find my clit, and he only found it a handful of times before I gave up trying.

Being married with three kids should provide him with the basic anatomy of a woman, but he’s proven to be a special kind of special man.

“Oh God,” I moan as he nibbles with his teeth.

He doesn’t stop. His tongue circles, dips, and returns to the spot that makes my vision blur. One hand slides up my thigh to steady me as the tension coils higher, and the other slips three fingers in to stretch me the way I want his cock to.

I’m more than wet, and I’m beyond ready. “Penn, please,” I beg. “I want you inside me.”

His fingers press further inside and press against the front muscle, sending me over the edge. The orgasm slams into me like a cement truck, and my back arches as I scream out in pleasure. Actually scream.

Penn doesn’t stop. He keeps going through it, drawing it out until my body trembles and jolts at the severe over-sensitization from being worked over so thoroughly.

Kissing the inside of my thigh, he leans back and eases his fingers out of me. His digits and his beard are coated with my juices, and he slowly sucks his fingers clean, which is both disgusting and erotic. “So tasty.”

“I want you inside me,” I say, my chest heaving.

“I was inside you,” he says, climbing off the bed.

I frown and stare in surprise. “Not what I meant.”

He slips on his jeans and bends down to kiss me. “Baby, if I was inside you the way you meant, we’d never get out of here. And we have an appointment to get to.”

Then he walks into the bathroom, washes his hand and beard, and grabs Princess, who sleeps on the dog bed on the floor by the door. I don’t have much else to do but get dressed myself, extremely confused.

“What’s with the frown?” he asks, walking back into the room. “Not enough pleasure before we leave?”

There’s a prominent bulge in his jeans, so I know he’s turned on. “I’m… I don’t understand.”

Chuckling, he slips his T-shirt over his head before slipping on his leather. “Understand what?”

“You gave me three orgasms.”

“And you don’t understand what, exactly?”

“Why you haven’t gotten yours.”

He tilts his head and smiles. “I enjoy making you come, Dixie.”

“But you clearly have… a need, too.”

Pulling me to him, he tucks my hair behind my ear and smiles down at me. “Eating you is a special kind of pleasure, and considering you’re going to be in a position of pain caused by labor, I figure I’ll give you as much pleasure as I can before that happens.”

“But you didn’t get anything.”

“I don’t need it,” he whispers, kissing my lips. “Not every guy expects something in return, baby.”

And I’m completely stunned. A man who goes down on a woman without expecting to get off himself? “I think you’re a unicorn.”

“I do have quite the horn.”

Giggling, I nod. “Yeah, you do. And it’s pretty magical.”

“I serve to please. Now, get your shoes. We gotta go.”

The drive to the clinic takes twenty minutes, and Penn keeps one hand on my knee the entire way. His thumb moves in small circles, and there’s a lightness to him. I can’t quite place why or what caused it, but it’s infectious.