Page 52 of Moonstruck Kiss

“You mean, um, my pussy?”

“Yes. In particular, your clit.”

My chest heaves. “I like it when I touch myself there, so… yes, I think I’d enjoy it.”

He suddenly straightens, lines forming between his brows. “Are you telling me none of those asshole exes of yours have gone down on you?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head. “It just never occurred to us, I guess.” I don’t even know why I’m defending them. To be fair, I never asked for it.

“Selfish sons of— Wait.” A smile slowly spreads on Brax’s face. “That means I get to be the first.”

“Yes,” I say with a giggle. “I guess I was waiting for someone who’sreallygood at it.”

“You have no idea how right you are,” he says smugly.

I lick my lips as desire races through my veins. “Show me, Brax. Please.”

His eyes darken further. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

Hooking his arms under my legs, he pulls me towards him so that my bottom is on the edge of the table. Oh, God, now his face is inches from my most sensitive part and I can’t wait to feel his tongue on it.

But he’s taking his time. He’s kissing me everywhere down there except where I want it most. The man is such a tease!

“Brax,” I say pleadingly.

“Mm?”

“You said you’ll show me...”

He smiles wickedly, sitting up straight. “Let me pay attention to these beauties first.” He cups my breasts, kneading them before putting a nipple between his lips.

I throw my head back in pleasure.

Needing more, I put my hand between my legs—a move I’m used to doing when having sex with my exes.

“No.” Brax takes my hand away from my crotch and lifts it to his lips. “You don’t need to do anything, babe. I’ll take care of you.”

I have to fight the emotions that rush up my chest. No one’s ever said that to me. Fortunately, Brax busies himself with my nipples again so he doesn’t see me blinking away the pool in my eyes.

His swirling tongue and playful fingers on my nipples bring me back to the height of arousal.

What is this man doing to me? Is this foreplay so much better because of the freedom and fun of a no-strings-attached fling? If so, I should have signed up for this earlier.

“Now,” he said with eyes as dark as I’ve seen them, “I want you to watch my every move.”

I can only nod as my eyes follow his journey back down my torso. And then he?—

“Oh!” Bolts of pleasure shoot from my centre as Brax flicks his tongue on my sensitive nub.

He repeats it. Again and again. And I can’t take my eyes off what he’s doing down there.

I’ve never been noisy during sex, but I can’t help the loud pants coming out of me. When he inserts a finger in my wet pussy, a full-on moan escapes my throat.

“Oh, my God!” I cry out as Brax closes his mouth around my clit, all the while pushing his finger in and out of me. In and out. Tongue flicking my nub. Mouth sucking me.

The rapture builds, and builds, and builds. I didn’t know I could be this aroused or that I was capable of pleasure this intense.

Then it happens.

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