Page 73 of Most Likely to Fear Love

How the fuck was I going to get through the rest of her time here without losing my mind?

CASSIDY

Idrifted slowly into consciousness, aware of waves of pleasure rippling through my body before I was fully awake. Still heavy with sleep, I felt the warm wetness between my legs, the gentle but insistent pressure of Harle’s tongue swirling against my clit. He had both hands wrapped around the backs of my thighs, my legs pushed up and out, giving him easy access. And oh god, did it feel good.

My breathing deepened as I shifted restlessly, goosebumps flaring across my skin. When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn’t hold back the low moan. So fucking hot, with his head buried between my legs, looking like there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be.

My hips bucked involuntarily as Harle’s tongue worked its magic. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging gently. “Oh god, Harle,” I gasped out.

He hummed against me, sending vibrations through me. My thighs trembled as exquisite heat burned through me. Harle slid one hand up my body, palming my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Don’t forget to make some noise, darlin’. It really gets me going.”

My back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Harle’s tongue was relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I gripped the sheets with one hand, the other still tangled in his hair.

“Harle, oh god,” I moaned, louder this time, my inhibitions melting away.

He growled in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. My hips rocked against his face, chasing that elusive peak. Harle’s fingers dug into my thighs, holding me in place as he doubled his efforts.

The tension built and built, winding me up until I was teetering on the brink of ecstasy. My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I writhed beneath him.

“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.

Harle seemed to know exactly what I needed. He sucked my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me right to the edge.

“Oh fuck, Harle!” I cried out, my body trembling. “I’m going to-”

“Louder, darlin’.”

“Harle!” I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around Harle’s head as the orgasm ripped through me.

Harle didn’t let up, his tongue working me through every aftershock. I shuddered, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. When I finally came down from the high, I collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily.

Harle crawled up my body, a self-satisfied grin on his face. “Good morning, darlin’,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck.

I let out a breathless laugh. “Good morning indeed.” My body felt boneless, thoroughly sated.

He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with those piercing blue eyes. “How’re you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I admitted, stretching languidly. “That was... wow.”

His grin widened. “Glad to hear it.” He traced lazy patterns on my skin, sending little shivers through me. “You know, I could get used to waking up like this.”

The words sent a jolt through me, a mix of excitement and fear. It wasn’t just the intimacy of the moment. It was the casual way he talked about a future, about making this more than our ten-day arrangement. My throat tightened around all the words I didn’t know how to say.

“Don’t overthink it.”

Sometimes I really didn’t like how he could read me so easily. Without another word, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. He moved so his body was covering mine, kissing me slowly, luxuriously, until I was boneless beneath him.

When we broke apart, both breathing heavily, I could feel his hardness pressing between my legs. I was happy just to lie there and let him have his way with me, because there was no way I was going to have two orgasms in the space of a few minutes.

But Harle had other ideas. He reached between us, running his fingers ever so gently across my swollen, sensitive clit.

“I’ve never come twice. I don’t think I can…”

“Well, last week you’d never come during sex.” He pushed two fingers inside me, then eased them out again to rub lightly at my clit. Playing me like a fucking fiddle. “So how about we just give it a try, huh? Unless you have somewhere else you’d rather be?”

I shook my head. “Definitely not.”

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