Page 140 of Little Sunshine

Touching me, but not.

“Lift your dress for me, sunshine. Show me what you’re giving me. Show me what’s mine.”

Ash may have been the one on his knees, but there was no doubt he was still the one in command. If he had just pushed the fabric out of the way, it would’ve been simple. There’d have been no choice. And that was the point. He wasn’t letting me take the easy way out.

He wanted me to make the decision to offer myself. To expose more than just my body. It was terrifying.

It was exhilarating.

I bundled the soft material in my clenched fists and lifted.

There was no pleased smile as a reward. I got something so much better.

An expression of sheer hunger. Not like he was starved and desperate for anything set in front of him. It was different. It was the look of a satisfied man who wanted to eat anyway.

Devour.

And that was exactly what he did.

Using his thumbs, he spread me and bent forward to bury his face between my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue made my ass lift off the table. His groan was muffled as he moved an arm to wrap around me, pulling me tighter to him.

It was good. Amazing.

But it still wasn’t enough. Not for either of us.

His other hand gripped my thigh and tugged me to the edge. I nearly fell back, barely getting an arm behind me to prop myself up. His tongue lapped at my pussy, dipping in to taste and tease before going back to broad strokes. Moving up to my clit, he circled and flicked until I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking.

My legs trembled. My thoughts were a clipped jumble of half-thoughts and base needs. My heavy breaths and whimpers mixed with his groans and the messy, obscene sound of his mouth on me.

When his lips latched on to my clit and he sucked, my free hand shot out to hold him there. I started to drop it away when he shifted back just enough to order, “No. Keep it there.”

I dragged my nails through his short blond hair before holding the back of his head like he wanted.

“Christ, such a good girl with such a perfect little pussy.” He grunted, and once again, rewarded my obedience. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he held it between his teeth and rapidly flicked his tongue.

I had no clue how he did it. How it felt so good. How it was somehow too much and not enough, all at once.

My thighs shook, fighting to close, but his shoulders held them spread as he greedily took the access he gave himself.

His pace was steady and demanding, and the pressure in my lower belly coiled tighter. It built higher and faster than I’d ever been capable of doing with my fingers. There was no chasing. No rearranging and repositioning in frustration. No slow acceleration to a disappointing finale.

I didn’t have to work for it. I didn’t have to do anything at all. I took what Ash gave and had no choice in the matter. And when I came apart from his skillful mouth, it was nothing short of euphoric. Blinding pleasure chased by lava and popping candy mixing in my veins wiped all coherent thought from my mind.

Everything except one word.

Ash.

Only I didn’t just think it.

I knew I’d said it out loud when his husky voice asked, “Who am I?”

I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to. I’d already made my decision that I wanted him and everything that came with it. That I liked it.

But getting my sated brain and my mouth to cooperate enough to say it was another matter altogether.

Ash sat up. Even with me on the table, he was taller. “Camila.”

I’d always hated my name. But the gruff way he said it, like it was a prayer and a warning, burrowed into me. It twisted and tightened in my lower belly, making me feel hot.

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