Page 60 of Sanctuary

“Oh my fucking God!” he rasps, his back arching and his free hand fumbling with the sheet beneath him. “How are you doing this to me, love? I’m… I’m…”

He’s coming. Already. His hand tightens in my hair, and he makes small, jerky thrusts into my mouth as his body spasms through his release. He comes into my throat, and I’m relievedto realize I haven’t forgotten how to handle it. I swallow down his semen. Manage not to choke or spit any out.

He’s gasping as his muscles unclench. He pulls me up and settles me on top of him, holding me tightly as he remembers how to speak.

I kiss his shoulder. His throat. Tilt my head up so I can kiss his jaw.

“Thank you, love,” he says at last. He finds my mouth. Kisses it gently. “You just blew my head off.”

Giggling, I cuddle close to him, twining my legs with his. “It does look like I did pretty good.”

“You did better than good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“If you give me a minute to catch my breath, then I can do something for you too.”

“I’m in no hurry.” I am turned on, surprisingly enough. I’ve given hundreds of blow jobs in my life, but I’ve never gotten aroused from doing it—not until right now. But I’m also telling him the truth about not being impatient.

I’m enjoying this—his warm aftermath—as much as the act of sex.

We cuddle for a few minutes. Then he turns me over onto my back and starts kissing me again. It goes on for a long time, but I’m not sure I could ever get bored with his devoted attention. Eventually, he kisses his way down my body. I’m in a sensual daze of slowly building pleasure so it barely registers when he’s mouthed his way down to my lower belly.

He’s pulling my thighs apart and nuzzling the light hair at my groin when I realize what he’s about to do.

“Aidan.” I reach down to stroke his hair. “You don’t have to do that.”

He lifts his head. “I know I don’t have to.”

“What I mean is that you don’t have to feel obliged just because I did you. I like to come in other ways.”

His eyebrows lower into a small frown. “You don’t want me to?”

“It’s not that. Just that you don’t have to.”

“Sweetheart, I want to do this for you. If you don’t want me to, please tell me. It won’t bother me. But Iwantto do this.”

I nod a couple of times, working my lower lip with my teeth. “It’s just that I’ve never… No one has ever…”

“Then I’m happy to be the first, if that’s what you want too.”

It’s unnerving how young I feel right now, when I haven’t felt young since I was seventeen. “Okay. Thank you.”

He flashes me a smile that breaks through some of my nerves. “Don’t thank me until you see how I do.”

I laugh since that’s what he’s trying for. And I do feel better as he kisses my belly and then my thighs. He lifts my hips and slides a pillow beneath my ass to give him better access. His hands are gentle as he pulls apart my thighs.

“Just tell me if you there’s anything about it you don’t like.”

I nod again. Play with his thick hair as he lowers his head. Then he holds me open with his fingers and teases my clit with his tongue.

The intense sensation makes me inhale sharply. He does it again and I arch my spine, the move driven by some bone-deep instinct.

He checks my face. Smiles at what he sees. Then returns to his previous activity with more purpose.

He pays a lot of attention to my clit but doesn’t only focus there. He mouths my folds, slides his tongue into my pussy, kisses my inner thigh, and then sucks my clit again.

I come apart completely after a few more sucks, crying out in surprise at the orgasm hitting me so quickly. He shifts theposition of his hand and slides two fingers inside me, pumping them as he applies more suction to my clit.

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