Page 34 of Delicate Storm

Gliding me back until my ass is higher in the air, he bites my clit before swirling his tongue through my heat. I buck against his face, my head falling to the counter as I let the pleasure take over me.

This guy isgood.

I lose control as he works me into a writhing mess, his tongue lapping at my center, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit, his fingers brushing my hole but never going in. He has me panting and moaning and thanking the heavens that this beautiful man knows how to set me on fire, because…

“God, this. Jesus. Don’t stop.”

His tongue disappears before the tip of his finger sinks into my heat and I buck again, the fear of falling gone thanks to his strong hold on my leg. The pressure builds low in my belly until I’m teetering on the edge, struggling to hold on to the rush…desperate for a release but also never wanting this to end.

I cry out again, rocking my hips, waiting for him to push in that little bit farther. “Yes. God. Please.” He curls his finger, but before I have a chance to react, he stops. Again. And I almost cry.

“Wha—”

Ignoring my words, he flips me around until we’re face-to-face and lifts me onto the counter, his gaze locked on mine. I watch with rapt attention as he lifts my legs and positions my feet on the fake marble, pushing my knees to my chest as he groans.

“What are you doing?” I pant, feeling more exposed than ever before. Sex has never been a big deal for me; I’m generally up for anything. But I have never had a man look at me like he’s looking at me now. It’s primal, possessive, and my God do I want him to do whatever the hell he’s thinking.

And I don’t even know his name.

“Hold your knees,” he says, snapping me out of my head as he raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Hold your knees and keep your legs spread. I want you to watch as your pussy weeps for me.”

“Oh. God.”

Barely a second passes before he’s buried between my legs again, his tongue lavishing my center, his fingers teasing my entrance but never giving me exactly what I need.

“I think it’s time I told you my name.” He glances up at me, suppressing a smirk as his fingers continue their ministrations.

“Why?” I rush out, my chest heaving while my core pulses. “We’ve made it this far without it.” I’m desperate to know what to call him, but there’s no way I’m going to admit that.

“You’re right. But you need to know what to scream while I’m making you come.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond before sucking my clit into his mouth as he finally plunges a finger inside me. Then two and—

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

He pulls back, licking his lips, and my eyes follow the journey of his tongue as it travels across the flesh, my breathing out of control.

“Or you can keep calling me God.” He shrugs and I’d laugh if I wasn’t completely at his mercy and desperate not to break the spell.

He pumps harder, his fingers working in sync as he stares up at me, waiting, his piercing blue eyes making me shudder.

“Jesus. Okay. What’s your name?”

“I thought it didn’t matter and I kind of like ‘God.’”

“Tell me. Now.” My voice comes out rushed, frantic, full of want but I couldn’t care less. He’s tearing me apart and I want to scream out his name. No, Ineedit. “Jesus, I’m close.Please.”

He smirks again, and if I thought grumpy looked good on him, it’s nothing compared to the cocky expression he’s hitting me with now. “Only because you asked so nicely.” He slows his moves, a spark in his eyes that makes me fucking melt. “Call me Easton.”

Easton. He licks me again and I buck against him, fucking his face as I ride his fingers, chasing my release.

“Yes. Easton. Oh fuck, yes.”

He bites my clit at the same time he curls his fingers inside me, and I lose my goddamn mind, screaming his name over and over as my body spasms against him.

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