Page 81 of Strictly Pretend

I could so easily love him.

Oh, the truth of it hits me like a mack truck.

Before I can think about it anymore, he reaches out to touch me. The tip of his finger traces the seam of me, until I part for him.

“Tell me where you want my mouth,” he says gruffly, still looking at me there.

“Between my thighs,” I whisper.

“Be specific.”

Oh, he’s a little bit bossy. I bite down a smile. “On my pussy.”

“Good girl.”

At first I can barely feel him. And I know he’s doing it on purpose. Teasing me, making me rock against him. Making me beg.

And I’m not ashamed to beg. I want to. I love the way his jaw tightens when I do. The way he looks at me like I’m the biggest prize.

“I need you,” I whisper.

“You’ve got me.”

Oh, could this man be anymore perfect? My eyes roll back as he runs his tongue along me, tasting me, then closes his mouth around my clit.

My own lips part as he sucks, his hands holding my thighs apart as he eats me like I’m his favorite meal. My breath shortens as he pulls me between his teeth, his tongue lashing at me, his mouth sucking me until my fingers are scraping against his scalp as I groan out his name. As though he can feel how close I am, he slides a finger inside me, groaning as I clench around him as he continues his onslaught of my clit.

A second finger follows. And I’m on the edge of delirium right now. Every cell inside of me feels like it’s vibrating with need. Pleasure coils in my stomach, ready to unfurl at the slightest touch.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, as he curls his fingers, his knuckles hitting a spot I didn’t even know I had. “Please don’t stop.”

“Not planning on it,” he murmurs against me, as he pushes his free palm down firmly on my lower stomach. At first I think it’s to stop me from squirming, but then he twists his fingers inside me again, his mouth so beautifully teasing as he sucks at me, and the pressure of his hand on me sends my senses soaring.

My eyes are so wide I’m not sure they’ll ever shut again. The build up to pleasure is unimaginably good. My nipples are hard, my skin is on fire, and every part of me is on the precipice.

And then I start to fall.

I call out his name as I arch my back, even his hand on my stomach is no match for the electric spasms rocking my body as my orgasm erupts through me. It’s not just confined to one place. It’s all over me. In my voice as I cry out, in my skin as it tingles with delight, between my legs as he gently sucks me until I regain my breath.

I lace my fingers into his hair again as he looks up at me. His lips glisten with my pleasure.

“I need you,” I tell him.

“Still got me.” His eyes don’t leave mine as he climbs over me again. He kisses me with lips that still taste of me and I don’t care, because I do need him. Everywhere. I don’t want to stop kissing him. I don’t want to stop feeling his weight on me.

I reach for him, feeling the silky skin of his cock stretched out over the steel core. He lets out a low groan as I run my thumb over his glans, a wet bead of precum clinging to him.

“Condom,” he murmurs. “I need to get one.”

And it’s stupid, but the fact he brought it up first. The fact protection isn’t a discussion, it’s a prerequisite almost slays me.

For the first time in my life I feel like somebody is taking care of me. My throat feels so tight I can barely breathe.

“There are some in the drawer,” I tell him. “They must have put them in every tent.”

He reaches over, pulling out a foil packet, before ripping it open. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“Absolutely.” I reach for him, kissing him softly. He lets out a little sigh against my lips as he rolls the condom on. Then he kisses me again, tenderly, his tongue taking its time to taste mine, as I feel the thick head of him nudging against me.

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