Page 84 of Unstable

He reaches for my waist. “Lift,” he grunts, and when I raise my hips, my pants are gone in a single, swift tug.

Had I have known what tonight would hold, I would’ve worn better panties. Something lace, a racy thong. But no, only simple, pink cotton bikini briefs here.

He traces a fingertip along the edges, smiling. “My girl, so sweet. Innocent. I love it.”

He takes his time with my panties, sliding them off very slowly, as if unwrapping a present. His smoky eyes don’t move with their descent though, staying honed in directly between my legs. His tongue glides across his bottom lip and a carnal growl thunders in his chest.

The longer he stares, the edgier I get, exposed, exhilarated…my breathing quickens and a tiny moan of impatience escapes me.

“Knew you’d be perfect. This pretty lil’ pussy is mine now, baby. But I wanna see all of you. Shirt off.” He pulls his own over his head and tosses it to the side while I shed mine.

“Bra too. Get those sweet tits out for me.”

The considerate man who remembers what I wore to a dance and makes playlists is definitely a man—his dirty demands making me crazier and wetter with each deliciously vulgar word.

I remove my bra, my freed breasts bouncing with every deep, erratic breath I take.

“God damn my girl’s gorgeous,” he rumbles, grabbing my ankles and pulling me forward ‘til my ass is nearly hanging off the bed. He takes my ankles and positions me, legs bent and feet flat on the mattress, leaving me wide open.

And then he drops to his knees, bending to skim his lips up the inside of my thighs, pushing on my legs to expose me even more.

“Anybody ever eat this pussy, baby?”

“No,” my voice shakes.

“Like hearing that too.” And then his mouth is there, hot breath searing my intimate flesh.

I buck upward, electrified, but he grabs my hips to trap me still. I look down, seeing only his black head of hair, and run a hand through it. Maybe urging him closer.

My, what a wicked tongue he has. Licking on, in between and around every tingling inch of my…pussy. Never have I liked that word as much as I do now—since he called it “pretty” and “his” in a voice so silkily possessive, I long to hear it again, often.

He dips his tongue in and out of my core, sometimes a quick tease, other times as deep as it will go, keeping me on anxious edge with his surprises.

“You taste like fucking Heaven,” he rasps, his finger replacing his tongue. “I could eat you all night, but I want inside you too damn bad for that. I need to make you come so you can take me. You ready to come for me, baby?”

My head nods wildly and I moan a yes.

“That’s my girl. Give it to me, all over my face.” He dives back in, adding another finger, pushing them in deeper to reach some secret spot that, frankly, makes all the pain in the ass parts of being a woman totally worth it.

Massaging that spot mercilessly, he adds his mouth, coaxing my clit with hard flicks of his tongue, long sucks and my undoing…an ideally pressured nip between his teeth.

No prelude or build-up, I explode, detonating entirely. My back bows, my scream scratches my throat and he has to hold me down through my full-body tremor. He doesn’t let up, working his mouth and fingers on and in me until I’ve given all I have, closing my eyes in euphoric exhaustion and trying to catch my breath.

“W…what the hell was that?” I wheeze.

He chuckles smugly. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You were made for me, Henley. The way your body responds, like it’s been dying for what only I can make it feel. So am I redeemed? I’ll give sweet, but I’ll eat that pussy like a man every damn time.”

“Yes, you can always drive and fix stuff, whatever. As long as you add making a habit of doing that to me, often, to the list too.”

“You’re the boss.” He stands and I hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper coming down.

Newly energized, I push myself up on my elbows, not about to miss this show.

“Wanna watch, do ya?” He smiles devilishly.

“Hell yes,” I swallow hard, my ravenous eyes moving to where his hands work his jeans open.

I can feel him watching me as I watch him, but I refuse to look away. His Wranglers come off, revealing a beautiful, strong frame of long, muscled legs, a flat, tan stomach decorated with deep lines and grooves of fitness and a mouthwatering bulge in his boxer briefs.

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