Page 75 of Head Over Heels

"I just want you right now."

"No tongue either?" She pulls back to look at me.

"Tongue is okay," I whisper, pulling her back for a kiss, my pulse racing at the thought.

She moans loudly in her throat. "You've been torturing me," she says against my lips, "all fucking night. Please tell me I can eat you out already."

"No foreplay?" I tease her.

"You've had nine hours of foreplay. You've literally been dripping on me all night. Even when you came earlier, straddling my back and kissing my neck." She reaches between my legs, making a shushing noise. "I know, Jos. You're safe," she whispers as she rakes her fingers through my folds. I close my eyes as the sensations overwhelm me—her soft, gentle touch. I swallow a curse as her finger circles my clit.

"I'm going to come if you—"

"Josie, look at me." Her breath is nearly as ragged as mine. As I open my eyes, look deep into hers, the emotion in her eyes pushes me over the edge.

A mischievous grin spreads across her face. "Good. Now you can enjoy it and quit fighting already." She knees my thighsapart, her fingernails raking up the inside of my thighs. Every brush of her mouth, every touch of her fingertips, every breath she exhales, fans the flames higher.

She looks up at me, holding my gaze, as she brushes soft kisses everywhere but where I want them. "I could do this for the next nine hours," she teases.

"Another night, Florence. Please." My voice is raw. I take her head in my hands, tucking a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead.

God. She looks wrecked.

She grins, her mouth against my wet flesh, her eyes on mine. She wraps her arms around my thighs, pulling me onto her face, and all of a sudden, her soft warm tongue is inside me. I lose myself in the sensation of her, the intensity of her eyes, her soul.

An earthquake ruptures through me, my body convulsing in a way it never has before.Fuck. Fuck.

Fucking—

"That's another thing you should warn me about," she says, her chuckle vibrating against me. Before I can catch my breath, she wraps her lips around my clit, sending another tremor through me.

She waits until I catch my breath before she crawls on top of me, her bare breasts on mine. She brushes her lips against mine. "Is this okay?" she whispers softly.

"I—" I inhale deeply, biting my lip. She starts to move off me, but I wrap my arms around her. "Stay. Please?"

"Are you okay?" She lifts herself up on her elbows, one hand wiping a sweaty strand of hair from my face. "Josie, talk to me."

"I've—" I shake my head.What was that?

She rolls off me. "Are you thinking of Mel?" she asks, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"What?" I sit up, reaching for her. "No. Why would you think—"

"You're always thinking of her."

"No." I shake my head. "Not like that. Not anymore." I bite my lip, trying to think. "What I used to feel for Mel was a little flutter. What I felt for Ruby—" I put my hand on her arm. "Don't walk away from me, Florence. What I felt for Ruby was like someone turned a light on, took care of business, then turned the light off again. But you…"

She looks at me.

"You rock my foundations. I don't understand what I feel for you." I gently pull her back to me. "All I know is that I want you here." My throat tightens. "I don't even know what that was, that orgasm. It felt like I was ripping apart at the seams."

She laughs softly. "You squirted. Is that your first time?"

"I thought that was a myth."

She shakes her head. "Not a myth." She lays back down next to me, brushing the back of her hand across my cheek. "You should let future partners know… so you don't squirt them in the eye or something." She grins playfully.

I don't want any other partners. I only want you.Something suddenly hits me in the gut. "I should probably tell you something." I sit up, pulling the cover around me.

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