Page 39 of Secret Mission

And then…

He quickly drags his fingers out, and I go off. The orgasm swarms through me—bursts of light and heat— collecting in my core.

I shudder. An animalistic sound comes out of me as a deep thread unravels, unleashing a pleasure that is both deeper and longer than any I’ve ever felt.

My release goes everywhere, warm soaking pleasure that drips down my thighs and soaks his hand.

“Mmmmmygod.”

What just happened?

The muscles of my neck no longer work, and I blink at the thatched ceiling of the boat in a daze.

“You taste so fucking good. Like sunshine and cake. I could eat you all day long, sexy girl.”

The left hand attached to my arm lifts and flops down on the bed again. Nothing is working as it should.

“What did you do to me?” The words are only rough whispers because I’m as weak as a cloud.

He chuckles, kisses my inner thigh before giving my pulsing clit one more lingering swipe of his tongue. A shower of stars bursts in my vision.

He goes on, kissing my other leg, making tiny jolts rocket through me.

I’m blissed out when the bed creaks.

I expect him to rise above me, to come to me, but instead, he disappears.

Seconds tick by, the humid tropical air cooling the place where his mouth just was.

Uh oh. Alarmed, I lift my head, causing my vision to swim. “Where are you going?”

“Over here.”

He grips his fully engorged cock through his pants and backs away until he’s sprawled on the bench across from me.

Puzzled, I blink at him, only to be distracted by how hot he looks.

The light loves him. All those planes of muscles, smooth skin, dips and valleys, and long limbs.

I’m devouring the sight of him until I remember he’s six feet away and still wearing his pants.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His brow creases, a look of concern flickering across his face. “Fuck, no. You were perfect.”

Fighting through the fog he left in my brain, I push up to sit on the bed, suddenly very aware of my nakedness. I’m bare from collarbone to my toes, the shirt wantonly shoved around my neck. Legs splayed every which way. Soaked from my orgasm. I’m on full display to him.

“Then why did you…?”

I don’t even know what to ask, it's too mortifying.

A dark part of me stirs—the insecure girl that once inhabited my body.

Before, I was the girl who was awkward and too tall, and far too nerdy for friends. She still lives inside and reappears when it’s least convenient.

My heart takes a tumble, landing in a familiar, isolating place.

“Hey.” A rough sound comes from his throat as he pushes to stand up and move toward me. “Look at me.”

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