Page 40 of The Love Playbook

Autumn gives me one last soft lick and pulls off, a satisfied grin on her face, like she’s the one who got the better end of that deal.

“Jesus, Autumn,” I whisper, releasing her hair and pulling her to her feet where I crush her against me and kiss her neck. “What about you?”

She pats my chest. “I’m good.”

I let out a low growl that makes goosebumps rise in a wave over her neck and collarbone. “You expect me to believe that you’re not turned on right now? That you’re okay to stroll out this door and not be dying from the ache I know you’ve gotta feel.”

She shivers at my words. “Who would’ve guessed you’d be a dirty talker?”

Undeterred, I back her toward the bed, guiding her down to sit. “Come on, Autumn. Let me help you like you helped me.”

With her lip between her teeth again, she grins at me as I kneel down between her legs, and damn if she isn’t the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I’m not as dexterous at undoing her shorts as she was with mine, but I manage it without too much trouble. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I start inching them down. She lifts her hips, letting me get them off.

Tossing them to the side, I place my hands under her knees and lift and spread her legs.

I think I just found heaven.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Autumn

Fuck me. Who would’ve guessed after one time that Jackson would be this confident, growly dude who looks like he’s ready to tear my underwear off with his teeth?

I mean, he uses his hands, and I can’t say I blame him, because doing it with your teeth takes a ridiculous amount of time, and we’re not dragging things out right now. Not with the sounds of game night filtering through his closed door.

When he opens me to his gaze, I hold my breath, wondering what he’s going to do. How much does he remember from before? Does he want me to direct him again? Should I just reach down and take care of myself?

I’m so turned on that it won’t take me long at all, but it might take a bit longer for Jackson to get me there since he’s less experienced with exactly how I like to be touched.

But when he drags the pads of his fingers up the insides of my thighs, I let them fall open even more, anticipation thrilling through me and making my clit pulse.

Propped up on my elbows, I watch as he thumbs me open, his face getting closer, and I swear to the goddess that he’s inspecting me, which somehow makes this even hotter. I’ve read erotica where that’s a thing, and it was hot in the context because the woman being inspected obviously got turned on by it, but it’s never something I’ve particularly craved before. But damn. Something about the way he looks so closely at my most intimate parts like he wants to be able to remember them forever … it’s a huge turn on.

Then his warm breath fans over me, followed by a long lick of his tongue. He looks up, his hazel eyes meeting mine, piercing and direct, like he wants to see into my soul while he tongues my clit.

I was wrong. It’s not going to take him long at all.

And it seems that he remembers our earlier lesson quite well, thank you very much. He takes his sweet time licking all around my pussy, even sliding his tongue into my opening, which isn’t something we did before. He’s getting bolder, and I’m loving every second of it.

“My god, Jackson. You are a quick study.”

He grins at my praise for just a second before burying his tongue in my pussy again. When he moves to circling my clit, he slides his finger inside me, curling it just like I taught him to find my G-spot.

I make sounds of encouragement, wanting him to know he’s doing well, but also just because he’s making me feel so good.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, my hips buck, almost dislodging him. He bars his forearm over my hips, glancing up at me as he holds me in place for the relentless onslaught of his mouth.

A second finger joins the first, and he pistons them in and out of me while sucking on my clit. My whole body tightens, trying to bow off the bed but unable to go anywhere because of his arm across my pelvis.

I’m stuck there right on the precipice for what seems like an age, because I swear to the goddess that time actually stops. It stops and holds still, the only things in existence Jackson’s fingers inside me and his lips and tongue on my clit, the entire universe narrowed down to the few inches between my thighs.

Then time resumes in a rush, catching up to its normal flow, and I explode with a shout, my body shaking with the intensity of it.

And Jackson keeps going. His fingers still moving in and out, his tongue still scrubbing the oversensitive bud of my clit while he sucks it between his lips. My orgasm feels like it goes on and on, until it’s too much and I can’t take it anymore, but I can’t get away, because he’s strong.

He finally releases me when I push against his arm, his head, my feet scrambling on the bed in my effort to get away. “Stop, stop,” I pant. “Jackson, you’re killing me. Please stop.”

It’s almost like he’s coming out of a trance, because he blinks like he’s recovering awareness, his arm releasing me as he pulls back. He drags his hands down my thighs and gives me a muzzy smile, his face slick with my juices, his eyebrows raised. “How was that?”

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