Page 176 of Come Back to Me

He has no idea how much confidence that takes in the cold light of day because I’m the opposite of perfect, not like him, but he growls in E1, “Holy fuck, Tee. I can’t wait to get my DSLR so I can photograph you.”

A shy smile dances on my lips as I stroke a hand over his cheek. “Really?”

“Feel what you do to me.” Another grind of his hips. “Feel howyou, no one else, has my cock this hard. I’m so ready to be in that sweet cunt of yours, Christy. I’m leaking pre-cum. Just for you. Because I want you so goddamn much. Do you want me, baby?”

My throat bobs. “I want you, Cody.”

He trickles his lips down over my chin, my jaw, between my breasts, along my stomach. Every place gets anointed with a kiss as well as a swirl of his tongue. My breath hitches as he runs his nose over my crotch.

“You want me to taste that pretty pussy of yours?”

“I-I do.”

“You’re going to come all over my tongue, aren’t you, Tee? Drench me in your pussy juices?”

I nod.

“I think you should give me a taste first.”

Oh, lord.

“Cody.” I keen his name.

He helps me by nipping the side of my panties and tugging it to the left with his teeth.

Somehow, he manages to do that without touching any of the best bits so, pouting, I slide my fingers over my slit.

A soft brush of the tips against my clit has me shuddering like I held a bullet vibrator to it. But he wanted a sample, so I dip down and wet my fingers.

“Offer it to me, baby girl.”

I’m a puddle of need.

I’m at one with the damn grass.

Molten.

A blob.

(Maybe the Big Bang was a deity’s orgasm?)

He tsks, drawing me back to the moment.

I hold my hand in front of his lips, watching as his tongue flutters out to lick my fingers clean. Then, my brain shifts gear, and suddenly, I am totally understanding why men are such visual creatures because when he sucks them in, my mind is transported to another universe.

Gaze locked on him as he blows my fingers, my moan turns guttural. “Please, Cody.Pleasetaste me.”

His smile is pure wickedness as, eyes still on mine, he flattens his tongue and laps me up.

“Oh, my god,” I cry then I yelp when he stops.

“Not God. I have many names but?—”

I yank his head back where I need it. “Oh, my Cody!”

He smirks against my clit and suckles the nub before flicking it. I shriek with the intensity, spreading my legs wider and letting my heels dig into the grassy sand as I pump my hips, uncaring about how I look, chasing the sheer, sweet glory that this man triggered with a single swipe of his tongue.

“Yes, please, please.” Hands fisting, I press them into my eye sockets. “Never, never, never,” I wail, knowing that I’ve never felt like this and never will again unless he’s in charge of my body.

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