Page 94 of The Trouble With You

“Don’t worry. I’m here to stay.”

That sounds so…nice. I can’t think of anything else. I just really like that. And his voice.

And his finger.

He’s watching my face as his finger slides, deep, curling slightly. Then his thumb meets my clit, and he begins to circle and press again, while sliding his finger in and out.

Oh.

Well, I haven’t done that before. I pretty much focus on my clit, especially with my vibrator.

I know there are dildos and all kinds of other toys, but I’ve never felt the need to graduate from the little buzzy pink friend I keep in my bedside table drawer.

He leans forward, again bracing his hand next to my head. He kisses me, then says roughly against my mouth. “You’re going to come for me like this, Sutton. And then I’m going to lick up all of that sweetness and make you come again with my mouth.”

“But that would be two orgasms. In a row.”

“Yes, it will be.”

I’m about to tell him that that isn’t necessary, or maybe that it probably won’t happen, or that he doesn’t have to feel the need to try to prove something, but then he adds a second finger.

And, oh my God. That is…

“Lawson!” I cry out as an orgasm coils suddenly, deep and hot and tight, and then lets go, pleasure coursing over me in a surprise wash of rapture.

“Good girl,” he says against my ear.

My toes curl.

Then he starts kissing his way down my body, pausing to suck on a nipple, then kissing over my belly until he gets to my clit where he licks me. Long and firm.

It is the first time in my life I have felt a tongue against that part of my body.

He does it again and again, his fingers still buried deep, pumping in and out as he licks over and over, his tongue wet and slick yet with perfect pressure.

“Oh my God, Lawson!” is all I can manage.

“I know, Pumpkin, I know. Enjoy it. Let yourself go. I’ve got you.”