Page 110 of Desserts for Stressed People

I’ve never seen him from up here, and, damn, he looks good. Solid, like hardwood. He’s all wide chest, defined abs, strong shoulders and thick arms. My hands explore all of it, shivers flaring through him at every new spot I touch, and when that’s not enough, I do something I’ve dreamed of for weeks. I trace the muscles of his chest with my tongue.

I can’t even say I’m doing it for him. This is my glorious moment.

Slowly, I slide down, rubbing against his shaft until it’s wet with me, low gasps bursting out of our lips as we lock eyes.

“Heaven, just—” His breath catches. Mine does too. I’m so turned on, so lost in pleasure, that I almost push myself down until I’m filled with him. And I think he reads it in my eyes, because he reaches for his wallet from the nightstand.

“No, no. Not now.” I force myself to sit on my heels, between his legs, then I look at thebulging girthwe’ve talked so much about.

When I wave my hand up and down with an appreciative smirk, he bursts out laughing. “Yeah?”

I bring a hand to my chest. “Oh, absolutely. Consider me impressed.”

Bending forward, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, but he sits up, his brows tightening. “Wait, Heaven, wait.”

My worried gaze flies to him.

“Are you sure?”

I sigh, set to ignore the reason for his question. Instead, I gently swirl my tongue on the tip, then slide it down, tracing it all the way to the base. He hisses, slowly falling back again, and when I take him in my mouth and suck, he groans. I can’t tell which way he likes better. “Which one, Mr. Hassholm?”

He shakes his head, his jaw clenched. Tension radiates off him like he might not be able to take it, and judging by how hard he is, I think he’s pretty close. “All of it. Everything.”

The unique taste of him is pleasant on my tongue as I push my mouth down. Adjusting my angle, I take about half in, and the hard shaft fills my mouth. It makes me shift my legs trying to soothe the ache I feel.

“Oh, God,” he breathes. “Fuck, Heaven, you’re so good—perfect. You’re—yes. Your mouth.” The sheets crumple in his fists as he sucks in a breath. “Slow, slow. I’ll—oooh, you’ll make me come.”

Fine. I rub it over my tongue slowly, a deep, desperate sigh coming out of his parted lips. Once he threads his fingers through my hair, I think he’ll push me up and down to fix my speed, but he simply rubs my scalp. He rocks his hips forward, a low noise coming from deep in his throat. “Heaven—yeah, that’s it. Yes, don’t stop,” he slurs.

I couldn’t if I wanted to, and I don’t. Instead, I take him until his tip is at the back of my tongue and I can no longer breathe.

“Fuuuuck,” he drawls. His fist tightens into my hair, holding me there, and only once I lean back, his muscles relax. “That. That’s the best—”

I do it again, running my tongue along it. I don’t think I need to breathe as long as he makes that expression.

“Fuck. Stop, stop.” I’ve never seen him so tense before, his veins strained against his skin and a pink coloration over his cheeks.

“Again,” I say once he tugs at my arm. My voice is husky, the pulsing throb between my legs making it difficult to elaborate much more. I’m completely lost in his pleasure. It’s addictive. “Again, one more time.”

“I’ll come,” he warns, like that’s going to demotivate me. It doesnot.

He shudders as I fit his cock in my mouth, pushing down until it almost completely disappears into me. Breathing through my nose, I take in his musky scent and watch his expression as he breaks down. KnowingIamdoing that to him is just as good as feeling pleasure myself.

“Heaven,” he pleads. “Stop, stop. I can’t—take—it.”

When I lean back, pleasure gushes out of him in waves as his chest rises and falls. Pumping with my hands, I wrap my mouth around his tip, and moans ripple out of his lips, so deep and strangled, I can feel them inside.

“Fuck,” Shane groans through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his piercing brown eyes blown wide. Pushing back the dark locks over his forehead, he looks surprised, ecstatic, and displeased all together. “Fuck, Heaven, I…”

He gestures at me to move closer as he sits up, and within seconds, his arms are wrapped around me, both our bodies deliciously damp with sweat.

Newsflash is somehow he still smellsincredible.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He gently brushes some hair off my face, then presses his lips to my shoulder and my clavicle.

“Why do you assume I didn’t want to?”

“Well...what you said to your ex. I don’t want you to think I need that.”

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