Page 74 of Not Another Love Song

He kissed her, sucking at her. His hands squeezed hers as his tongue passed through her opening again, and he groaned into her.

The rumbling shook her, and she hooked her legs across his shoulders again, her toes curling.

He kissed her clit. Light touches with his lips. And then firmer. And then his mouth opened. And when he sucked at her she arched her spine, and before she knew it she was coming, squeezing his hands, pressing her heels into his shoulders, pushing her hips up against his mouth.

Her legs jerked, and her throat caught on a cry. And he kept sucking at her, her clit throbbing between his lips. She might have whimpered his name. It was hard to tell.

A flood of peace flowed through her, dripping across her veins and spinning songs in her ear.

Alex continued to pass his tongue across her. He released her hands and folded his arms around her thighs, clutching her hips close to him.

Gwen looked down and found him kissing her with slow, soft sucking lips, his tongue drifting through her entrance like he didn’t want to waste a drop.

And something burned in her again. Like picking up in the middle of the Fugue, at the fingerpicking section.

His eyes snapped up to hers, and he watched her face as he dipped down to her clit again.

“Alex,” she mumbled. “You don’t have to—”

His tongue pushed against her, and the song blared in her blood.

She threw her head back, fingers scrambling for the covers. She moaned as he kissed the skin above her clit, before diving back down to her.

Her legs tensed, and her thighs threatened to close, but his arms held her down, held her open for him.

She looked down at him again, pulling up to her elbows. She could see more of his bare body like this. She bit her lip as his rib cage pulled against the skin on his back.

His eyes still on her, he began sucking at her again. Harder.

“Oh, god…”

Her fingers dove into his hair, and a rhythm in her pulse promised something beautiful.

She watched his face as she gasped and squealed, as he brought her closer and closer to the coda. So much more intense this time. Like someone had turned on the surround sound.

Her hips jumped against his mouth, and she pulled at his hair. His hand slithered from her thigh, pushing through her, and pressing one finger inside of her.

Her jaw dropped open on a hissed moan, and then his mouth latched on to her, sucking, licking. She locked on his eyes as her hips twisted and her spine curled, and her voice called for him. He pushed another finger into her, and then they curved, beckoning her to him.

She yelled out, almost a scream, calling for him as his lips abused her clit and his fingers spread her wide, pressing against places inside of her she’d only read about.

Her fingers tugged at his hair, and he hummed something against her core.

She fell back to the mattress, boneless. And he kissed her thighs again, sliding his fingers from her.

His mouth traveled across her hip bones, up her belly, bouncing over each rib, soft licks to both nipples, before hovering over her.

He tried to hold himself up, but she could still feel him hard against her thigh.

She reached a shaking hand up, pushing his damp hair away from his face, and leaned up to kiss him, tasting herself. He reached down and pushed her thighs open, positioning himself against her. He reached for his drawer, grabbing for a condom and pulling it on.

She was ready to lie there and let him do things to her. She smiled up at him and nodded when his eyes asked if it was okay to continue.

He pressed himself slowly inside.

And if she thought she was just going to lie back and enjoy, she was appallingly wrong.

She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before he’d dropped to his knees. But she really should have guessed from the size of him, the width of those shoulders.

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