“That sounds like a terrific offer,” I murmur.
“Good,” he says, then whip-fast, he tugs my bikini bottoms down, pushes up my dress, and settles between my thighs.
“Mmm,” he says gazing at me. “You have such a pretty pussy.”
His dirty mouth is such a rush. I love how that word sounds on his lips. How carnal.
Drew gazes at me like he’s trying to decide how he wants to go down on me, then he sinks between my thighs, slides his hands under my ass, and brings me to his mouth.
Andwow.
I groan from the first contact. He’s moaning and he’s only just started. He’s French kissing me slowly and squeezing my ass tenderly, and I feel like dessert.
I thought I’d feel like a project. A problem to solve.
But Drew goes down on me like he wants to learn every detail of my body and catalog all of my wants, my needs.
My dirty desires.
They aren’t complicated. But they are rarely fulfilled.
I’ve grown accustomed to spectacular sex in my head, mediocre sex in my life.
But right now, with this man’s face between my legs, his mouth murmuring against my flesh?
Nothing is mediocre.
I melt into the bed as he kisses and licks. Then he stops for a second, looks up at me. His mouth glistens. His eyes sparkle. “Bet you’d like it more if you grabbed my hair,” he suggests, his eyes drifting to my hands by my sides.
Oh. Sheesh. I’m a piece of work. “Sometimes Idon’t know what to do with my hands,” I say, feeling a little foolish.
“I’ll show you what I like then. That work for you?” he asks.
Oh, God.Yes.No one has said that before. “Please,” I rush out.
He reaches for my hands, returns his mouth to my center, then curls my fingers around his head.
With a long, slow, tantalizing lick, he makes a show-don’t-tell case for spending the day between my thighs. Then, he says, “Grab my head hard. Run your fingers through my hair. Pull me close. Push me away. Do whatever the fuck you want.” With his eyes locked on mine, he lowers his voice more. “Use my face to get off.”
Holy fuck.
I sizzle from head to toe. No one has ever spoken to me like that. So direct, so dirty.
I tighten my grip around his head, then close my eyes. “Do that thing again. What you just did,” I whisper.
“Like this?” he asks seductively, then takes all the luxurious time in the world licking me.
Up, down, over and again.
I grip tighter, tug him closer. Only once does he break his pace to say, “That’s right, Brooke. Do whatever you want. Fuck my face like this,” he urges.
Tingles shoot up my legs and coil in my belly where a tight, hot pulse races faster, faster. And itfeels so good, like I’m so close. I want to shout and cry. I want to give in to this moment.
Butwhat if?
What if it doesn’t happen?
I stay quiet, too afraid to let go.