Page 93 of Done with You

“I know.”

“And an apology after one therapy session isn’t enough, either.”

“Okay.”

“Nobody needs to know about this.”

“Stop talking, Oona.” He took her mouth, wedging his tongue inside. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips up to grind against his erection.

He certainly hadn’t been expecting her to invite him into her bed. Not in a million years did he think that would ever happen again. Sure, they had chemistry and sexual tension that was so tight it was threatening to cut off circulation to certain parts of his body, but all of that constantly competed with the fact that they also couldn’t stand each other.

He cupped her breast and broke their kiss, dropping his mouth to her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, and scraping his teeth down and over her breast until his lips encircled her nipple. It was already hard and pointed, but he captured it anyway and sucked, reveling in the groan that rumbled in Oona’s chest and the way she arched her back and pressed her breast harder against his face. She reached between them and pushed her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping her soft fingers around his cock and stroking him, using her thumb to swirl the precum around.

He bucked into her fist, fucking her hand and moving his mouth over to her other breast, biting that nipple and relishing the raspy gasp that scraped out of her throat.

But he wanted more.

He needed to taste her again.

He gave her nipple one final lave with his tongue, then slowly moved south, peppering her abdomen and hip bones, the tops of her thighs and inner thighs with kisses and gentle but deliberate nips.

She spread her legs for him and planted her feet on the mattress. The scent of her arousal was heady and had his mouth pooling with saliva.

It was dark in the room, but he could just imagine how her pink center glistened, plump, juicy, and just waiting for him.

With a flick of his tongue that involved a lot of fucking self-restraint, he hit her clit.

She sucked in a sharp breath.

He did it again.

Her hips lifted.

All he wanted to do right now was dive face-first into her heat, up to his fucking ears and let her pussy drench his face, shove his tongue so far inside her he got a cramp and make her sensitive little clit quadruple in size and throb against his lips.

But he also didn’t want this to be over too quickly.

Unlike last time, which had been sex fueled with contempt, and was over so fucking fast he blinked and it was done, this time, he wanted to savor her. Wanted to pour out his apology through his body. Let her feel how sorry he was.

Her hips churned as he continued to flick.

She growled and it was all he could do to keep his chuckle silent.

He circled her soaked center with one finger and slowly pushed it inside. She sighed and her hips leaped off the bed. Her pussy walls squeezed his finger and she pushed downward with her pelvis to take more of his finger inside her. He added another, curling the tips to press up on that special little button.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

He was still just flicking her clit with his tongue. He wanted to suck it like a fucking lollipop, but the reaction he was getting from just the flick was pretty enticing.

Her hips bucked and churned without much of a rhythm. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and when he glanced up her body, he could see Oona pulling on her nipples. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, her eyes were closed, and she was rolling her nipples between her fingers, then tugging on them. And she wasn’t being gentle about it, either. She pulled them out farther than he would have, then gave them a bit of a flick and twist between her thumb and index finger.

Enthralled in the way she pleasured herself, he was still pumping his fingers inside of her, but had forgotten about his tongue.

“Tongue,” she breathed above him.

He grinned. Yes, ma’am.

But rather than give her exactly what she asked for, he put them both out of their misery and pulled her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked it hard.

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