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He pulls my thong down and off in a single motion. His focus latches onto the bared challenge sprawled out in front of him. “Gonna need to guide me.”
“I can handle that.” My body is already primed and thrumming for any amount of friction.
He wedges his broad shoulders under my thighs and lowers onto his stomach. “Tell me what you like.”
My hips wiggle to test the power of his hold. I barely move, which sends a thrill through me. “An orgasm would be fantastic.”
His chuckle breezes across my exposed center. “Coming right up.”
The first stroke of his tongue is a shock to my system. It sparks my already simmering arousal, pulsing fire through my veins. Chance is quick to find my clit, swirling around it in rapid spirals. I gasp and arch into his passionate assault. This feels so much better than my imagination could predict.
Only one other guy has gone down on me and it was years ago. He didn’t get me off, which left me indifferent to oral sex. Chance gives it a whole new meaning.
His mouth alternates between suction and swipes. It’s such a sultry combination. Tension coils my inner muscles into a frenzy. My empty core clenches against the demand for more. He listens to my silent urge, sliding a finger into me. I moan at the added pressure that pushes me closer to a very fast climax.
Through the haze of desire, I peer down at where Chance is devouring me. His expression is blissfully relaxed as if he’s savoring his favorite indulgence. I’m a feast for him to consume. Gosh, he looks incredibly sexy. It makes me want to pleasure him in return. Badly.
I can’t believe the words that fly out of my mouth. “Do you want to sixty-nine?”
His head pops up from between my legs. “Yes.”
I manage to prop myself up on wobbly elbows. “Lie down and serve me that dick.”
After I’ve rolled to the side, Chance flops onto his back. “Have you done this before?”
“No,” I admit easily.
The twinkle in his eye is pleased. “Good.”
My finger dips under the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Can we get rid of these?”
His hips rise as if commanded, allowing me to strip him. Before I can get into the assumed position, a tattoo snatches my focus. It’s low on his pelvis, an inch above the base of his penis. The design is small, but bold with significance. My heart leaps and takes off at a frantic beat I haven’t felt for seven years.
“What’s this?” I trace the delicate lines.
“What’s it look like?” There’s a tender edge in his voice that consoles my fragile composure.
“It’s a violet wood sorrel.” Which is my favorite wildflower.
The five-petaled purple bloom on Chance’s skin is an exact replica. Its shamrock-shaped leaves have a heart-like appearance. He used to pick clusters for me whenever they’d bloom in June.
My gaze moves to his left arm that’s covered in a variety of purple wildflowers. From blazing star to New England aster, he’s decorated himself with our meadow. But the one I just discovered is extra special. It’s also been kept a secret.
I glance at him, finding his gaze already on me. The summer air grows thick with unspoken admissions. Emotion sits heavy in my throat and it’s difficult to swallow.
“When did you get it?”
“Five years ago today.” The purpose of that exact date isn’t lost on me.
“Why?”
“It was shortly after I tried to… be with someone else. I already told you what an epic disaster that turned out to be. But that’s when I realized you’re the only one for me. I wanted a symbol to prove my faithfulness from that point forward.”
A wheeze nearly chokes me and I cough. “Just so you know, that’s a damn good grand gesture.”
Chance’s grin is almost sad. “Really should’ve gotten naked in front of you much sooner.”
“Probably would’ve saved us both a lot of trouble and embarrassment.” I roll my eyes at him for the last part.
