Page 21 of Love is Blind

“Shirt’s off.”

Grateful for the information, but also for not making it awkward between us, I step toward him and let my hands trail up his front, taking in every inch of his smooth skin. Then I bend my head and press my lips to his chest. He growls, winding his arms around me and slides his hands inside my pajama pants, grabbing my ass.

“Fuck Birdie.”

I open my mouth, letting my tongue take a swipe at his salty skin. He groans against my shoulder, his teeth grazing my already sensitive flesh and something inside me snaps. The need to have him on top of me, inside of me, all over me…it becomes too great.

I lower my hand, finding the bulge straining against the denim.

Hard and really heavy.

My hand gives it another pass and my mouth pauses on his chest. It feels different than when it was pressed against my belly at the bar.

“I’m not touching your cock, am I?”

“Nope,” he hisses.

I run my hand over it again, poking and squeezing. Realization washes over me and my eyebrows lift in surprise. For fuck’s sake who keeps a gun so close to the family jewels? His hand moves over mine and he quickly does away with the gun. I hear it drop against a hard surface before his hand covers mine again. He slides it a couple of inches lower and slightly to the left.

Ah, there’s that belt again.

And there’s the bulge I was aiming for.

“Now, you’re touching my cock.”

He doesn’t give me much time to explore, though, because he slams his mouth to mine. That ravenous need to consume one another ignites again and in an instant, we start clawing at the rest of our clothes. I kick off my boots and undo his belt. Then he pushes my hands away and drags my pajama bottoms down my legs. He removes my socks and his big hands circle my calves. Unable to say a word, I push my fingers through his thick hair and spread my legs further apart. He kisses his way up the insides of my thighs and licks me through my panties. The first stroke of his tongue against the thin cotton has my fingers twisting in his hair.

“Fucking honey,” he growls.

My eyes flutter shut, and I pull at the ends of his hair. I try to steady myself and keep my head, but his wicked tongue wreaks havoc on me, and I start to lose myself. He tears the cotton away with his teeth and exposes my wet pussy to his starved mouth.

There’s no time to be self-conscious or to go through the mental checklist most women think about when there’s a man between her legs. I just hold on and enjoy the ride, arching my hips to every stroke. My breath becomes ragged as he slides his tongue even deeper and I feel my orgasm start to build. However, before I can fully find ecstasy, he tears his mouth away.

My eyes spring open and my fingers tighten around his hair.

“No, no, no, please don’t stop,” I beg, pulling him back to me.

“Eat you all night long if you let me, Birdie.”

Let him? Doesn’t he realize if it were up to me, I’d let him eat me morning, noon, and night?

“Then why’d you stop?”

“You were about to come.”

My brows pinch together, and I release an exasperated breath.

“Isn’t that the point?” He lets go of my legs and lifts his hands to pull my fingers from his hair. Pinning my hands to my sides, he rises to his full height.

“First time I make you come I do it with my cock buried deep inside you.”

“Oh,” I whisper. I can get on board with that, especially if we’re doing this more than once.

Something rustles around and a moment later I hear another thud. He takes my hand and

wraps it around his thick cock.

Good God.

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