Page 117 of Unexpected Heroine

He places a series of nipping kisses under my ear and along my neck. “How does it feel?”

Snaking my hands between us, I brazenly pinch and roll my nipples. “Damn good. Please rub faster.”

He does as I order, stroking his fingers through the silky flesh of my pussy. “Can I play with your clit?”

“Is a five-pound robin fat?”

His face screws over to one side in confusion.

“You damn well better touch my clit,” I teasingly clarify, embracing my inner brat.

Right before he slams his mouth to mine, he curls his upper lip and growls, “It shouldn’t be so damn hot when you act like a fucking brat, Lettie.” His tongue dives in, demanding my surrender before quickly retreating. “Why the fuck is that sexy? I swear it never was before. Not like this.”

I don’t have time to ruminate on that because, aside from kissing me senseless, he’s found my clit with expert precision. My hips start swirling with fervor, chasing my pleasure. After teasing the sensitive bud with slow rolls and tiny flicks, he pinches it with steadily increasing pressure.

Tossing my head back, I break the kiss and yell, “Oh my god, babe. Yes. Fuck.”

“Shh,” he cautions. “We have house guests, remember?”

A giggle assaults me. “Oops.”

Stella’s in the guest room, and Freya took the couch. She had too much booze to drive. When she tried to order an Uber, we told her a bodyguard would follow her and sit outside her place tonight. She clammed up, then asked to sleep over. Naturally, I was thrilled.

All my favorite people in one place. What could be better?

An orgasm, perhaps?

Evidently, on the same page, Tomer kisses me, continuing to toy with my pussy. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re writhing for me.” Another kiss. This time, his tongue plunges in and out in a staccato rhythm. “Fuck my hand, sweetness. Work those hips and make yourself come on my fingers like my greedy girl.”

As if it’s not mine to control, my body responds to his commands. Always has been at his mercy, I suppose. Unable to deny him, I undulate my hips to drag my core against his slippery fingers, ratcheting up my pleasure in no time.

He dives his head down, taking one of my nipples between his lips, hollowing his cheeks to apply the perfect amount of suction.

It’s all I need to send me careening over the edge. My moans come faster and louder as pleasure explodes from my core, pulsating in all directions.

“Sugar, shhh.”

To silence my breathy moans, he seals our lips, kissing me hard and deep. As he strokes my tongue with his, I ride out my climax and dig my fingernails into his upper back.

When the pleasure ebbs and my body grows still, my euphoria cloud begins to deflate as a pesky worry pops it.

Under normal circumstances, I’m unable to bite my tongue. After an orgasm? Forget it.

My fears come racing out. “Why are you so worried about me staying quiet?”

Seriously, that doesn’t jive with his exhibitionism kink.

Once he’s removed his hand from between my thighs, he holds me close and runs his lips over the curve of my neck. Since I’m so blissed out, I wait for him to respond and relish his loving touch a bit longer.

His answer eventually comes. “Consent.”

“Huh?”

“Stella didn’t consent.”

He realizes how perplexed I am and finally provides a more robust explanation. Thank goodness. I was about to bust out a decoder ring and search for the answer key.

“You know how big consent is for me, right?”

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