Page 73 of Crazy Love

I swallow hard and follow her, moving between her legs and spreading them apart, loving how pretty she is everywhere I look. Her pink slit glistens and I rub my thumb lightly over her, spreading her wetness around.

It’s like a match being struck for both of us.

She lets out a little whimper and I lean into her, ignited.

When my tongue makes contact, there’s no more holding back, no more boundaries.

Only this moment.

Only us.

I explore her with a greedy mouth, sucking her and exploring her with my tongue. She writhes against the bed, arching into my mouth, and I can’t get enough of her. The sweetest taste. My tongue dives into her and then I move back to sucking and let my fingers get in on the action. It’s almost too much. I could come just hearing the sounds she’s making, feeling the way she’s reacting to everything I’m doing, it’s allso fucking good. When I slide one finger inside her, and then another, and another, she starts chanting my name. It’s quiet but fervent, like a prayer…or a plea.

“Penn, Penn, Penn,Penn—” an anguished whimper.

I don’t tease her for long. My fingers work fast, with the pressure and tempo she wants. My tongue and mouth don’t let up either, and her entire body trembles with the buildup. When she freezes, her body going rigid as she leans into me, I feel the rush on my tongue, the flutters of her against me, and I ride it out with her until she collapses into the bed. Her head moves from side to side as she throws her arm over her mouth to stay quiet.

I press one more kiss against her puffy lips with a promise to be back and kiss my way up her torso, stopping for another indulgent exploration of her breasts.

“Are you okay?” I ask, looking up at her as my fingers tweak her nipples.

She presses a hand to her chest and takes a deep breath. “Penn,” she says, still breathless. “I’ve never felt anything like that in all my life.”

I perk up. “What do you mean?”

“It felt like there was nothing more important to you than making me come so hard that I saw stars.”

I smile against her skin, kissing my way up her neck until I’m hovering over her, my face an inch from hers. “And did you? See stars?”

“I saw whole galaxies.”

We stare at each other for a long moment, and God, what is this? Honestly, I feel a little shaken.

When I kiss her, it’s sweet and soul-stirring. All these moments with her that make this feelnew. Which is a mindfuck, if I let myself think about it. It’s jarring and unsettling, the way this feels so muchmore…in every way, and yet, I’m not about to pump the brakes.

Her hand wraps around my dick and I feel drunk. Just every sensation that I could possibly feel,bam.

“We probably should’ve talked about birth control before we got this far,” she says, fisting around me. I hiss in a breath. “I’m on birth control, clear tests, all that.”

“Me too,” I say. “Never had sex without a condom, tested regularly, all clear...and I was telling the truth when I said I haven’t been with anyone since I met you. I was a little slut before I met you,” I admit. She grins and squeezes me tighter and I groan. “But you’ve got me right in the palm of your hand…literally.”

She gives me a smug look, her lips parting as she strokes me up and down.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her.

“You are. I can’t believe—I mean, I knew you were because…look at you, but…it’s a good thing I didn’t know what was underneath your clothes all this time.” She giggles and I swell into her hand, so hard I might pass out. She leans up and whispers in my ear. “I kind of love that you’ve never done it without a condom. Neither have I. And I love it even more thatyou haven’t been with anyone since meeting me.” Her lips move to mine and she says, “Neither have I,” against my mouth.

“I need to be inside you,” I tell her. “Is it too much?”

“I’m dying for you to be inside me,” she says.

She guides me to her entrance and when I nudge inside just a little, we both gasp.

“You’re like silk and a fever and the best feeling in the world,” I tell her, a little too mind-blown to be talking right now.

“You make me crazy,” she says. “You feel too good.Wefeel too good. Why is everything so big with us?”

I dip in a little deeper, my eyes never leaving hers. “I know. We do feel too good. And I’m not sure why or how this is happening. I’m…just—” I give up trying to say what I’m feeling because it’s like she said, so big.

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